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What was it that drew Omar the One-Eye and his kinsmen into the Taiyou city? Armed with military issued weapons, dulled by the effect of the magic potion in their bloodsteams, fueled by hatred and the thought of revenge against an unknown, unseen enemy which may not have even truly existed, the Norse ghost warriors were as dangerous now as they ever were. "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!!!" Shattered glass, flying papers and shards of concrete, many wooden splinters and chunks of drywall - the chop shop was being ripped to hell - and it wouldn't be long before the Vikings and the Yakuza would attract more attention. By now, calls had been made and text messages had been sent. There would be more gang members soon, and probably other curious individuals armed with weapons of their own. But nobody would come to rescue the vikings. Omar, Honz and Augee were completely isolated and it would take a small miracle for them to get out of this situation in one piece.

Honz moaned and growled lowly like a rabid bear, fumbling with his assault rifle as he dropped the empty magazine and reloaded his rifle, using the only other extra mag he had on him. "Blat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!" Omar tried to cover him, jumping out from the cleaning closet and into the gunstorm. "Honz!!!" the one-eyed jarl roared as he slid across the tile floor behind a hollow wall, glass and paperwork being kicked aside as the jarl ducked down with his back against the wall, staring out of the open shattered glass window to the skyscraper buildings across the street. "Honz get dow-" POOM!!! the painted faced warrior was suddenly interrupted by a loud shotgun being fired. Honz paused for a moment, turning to look in the direction from which the shot was fired. The gunfire continued, but nobody in the shop could hear anything but a brief second of deafening silence followed by the beautiful sound of techno music. There before him was Takashi, pointing the shotgun directly at his midsection. Honz didn't realize it yet, but he had just been hit. Hundreds of 8mm tiny balls would rip through his shirtless skin, leaving tiny blood trailing holes in his flesh as he gazed into the eyes of his shooter, dropping his assault rifle on the floor.

Honz the Old was a large, muscular fellow with very tough skin, but the 8mm BB's tore through him like butter. He wouldn't bleed immediately however, much to Takashi's dismay. The magic shroom juice had thickened the Norseman's blood and made him impervious to fear or pain. Honz gritted his teeth and roared again loudly, grabbing the edge of the heavy wooden desk in front of him with one hand and pushing it effortlessly out of his way. He then stepped forward towards Takashi, reaching behind himself to draw forth the hand-held throwing axe from his belt. Honz growled lowly, raising his axe into the air while looking at Takashi with savage intentions. "Clack-clack, POOM!!!" the street racer cocked his shotgun and fired again as Honz stepped towards him. But this time the Norse warrior would be stopped in his tracks. Honz stumbled backwards, a melon-sized hole in his stomach causing the old man to lower his weapon. Honz looked down, sticking his fingers into his own stomach before rubbing the blood between his fingertips. Honz looked back up and staggered towards Takashi again, hatred in his eyes as he tried to raise his axe.

But it was no use. The old ghost warrior only managed to take one more step before he fell over, landing facedown on the welcome mat just feet away from where Takashi was standing. A pool of thick viking blood formed around Honz's motionless body, seeping into the blue carpet and running onto the lobby's tile floor. The old man had finally fulfilled his purpose in life, and as the old ghost warrior took his last breath, he looked over to see the fae spirits one last time, leading him home through the gateway to Valhalla, its golden stairway illuminated by the spiritual bright light that nobody else could see. The white blinding light grew brighter and brighter, until finally Honz exhaled slowly and died right there in Takashi's Auto Repair shop.

Bullets whizzed by, glass raining down all around them as Omar almost ducked so low he had to crawl to evade the falling shards and ricochets from the rounds and debris. Seeing the other bloody assault rifle laying on the lobby floor, he reached out to grab the strap and pulled Honz's weapon to him, quickly ducking back behind the wall just in time to dodge another line of shots from Takashi's pump-action shotgun and Suzuki's rapidfire SMG, the bullets ripping apart the wall as they whizzed past his head on the other side. "Ahh!!!!" Omar winced in pain as a bullet nearly clipped his ear. He quickly responded, turning the corner again and firing his rifle as Takashi and Suzuki tried to take a better position. "Rat-at-at-at-at-at!!!" the tungsten tipped bullets would fly towards Suzuki and chase just behind Takashi as he ran into the garage and ducked behind his vehicle, taking cover. Omar entered the garage as he was firing and quickly took up cover behind one of the Yakuza gang's stolen box-shaped SUV's, which had been lowered with smaller tires on it. Just then, the music speakers stopped as the song ended and the automatic CD player changed disks inside the vehicle. All fell eerily quiet for a moment as everyone stopped shooting.

Omar was now sweating profusely, the black painted Fehu symbol on his face now runny and faded, but this only helped his camouflage as he reloaded one rifle and dangled it around his arm by the strap while gripping the other rifle in both hands and chambering it. "Þú berjast eins og móðir mín. Hahaha, komdu þér kisa!" Omar laughed, taunting the gang members as everyone took a moment to reflect. Before this time, Augee had crept out of the office through a sidedoor and would suddenly jump out from beside the outside wall behind Suzuki, pointing his high-powered pistol at the back of Suzuki's head. There was a slight click, followed by Augee lowering the pistol and pressing it against the Taiyou gang member's spine. "Misstu það," he suggested calmly, waiting to see the Yakuza's reaction. Augee really wasn't trying to kill him, he just didn't want to be killed.

Omar would turn to look around the back side of the SUV, but Takashi would point his shotgun over the hood of another car and shoot at him, shattering the SUV's tail light as Omar was forced to duck back. "Opnaðu augun þín meira, þú munt sjá betur," the jarl chuckled, the smell of fuel still rising into his nostrils from the gas that had sprayed him down in the cave. He held his rifle tightly and leaned against the all black SUV, contemplating his next move. It seemed that the Viking and the Yakuza had gotten themselves into a Mexican standoff, Takashi with his shotgun behind one vehicle and Omar the One-Eye now dual weilding two assault rifles behind another vehicle. The garage itself was fairly large and contained other motorcycles, cars, trucks, vans and SUV's that had all been souped up and pimped out to fit the Yakuza's needs. But the shop was closed. There were no generators running, no engines firing, no fans or other noises to disturb their moment of silence. The only thing the jarl could hear now was his own heartbeat as he tried to think.

At that moment, the CD finished switching over and the Dubstep techno music kicked back on. Omar the One-Eye would turn around the side of the SUV again, holding both Seburo c26a assault rifles, one in each hand. "Tat-at-at-at-at-at-at!!!" the hot military issued bullets shredded the whole front of the Tokura N22, their tungsten tips ripping through glass and metal alike as Omar entered a berserker rage triggered by the music in the background. The Yakuza had called in backup to help them target the ghost warriors, but the flickering lights from the flaming gases expelled from the barrels of Omar's rifles as he walked around the side of the Tokura n22 made it obvious to anyone outside that the gunshots were coming from inside the garage. The vikings were oblivious to everyone else around them as Augee kept his focus and his pistol pointed at Takashi, dozens of people now taking to the streets and trying to run away. Only a few brave souls dared to stick around, as Augee waited for Suzuki to drop his weapon.