Day Six: Shoot out!
Clucks walked into the Sheriff's Office. It was like a normal day, except for the fact that they were going to tell the people of the town that the mayor is secretly dealing with outlaws to keep himself powerful and the like. Clucks walked over to Fred, who greeted him with a forced smile. "Ah, 'ello Clucks. I think Charles needs to talk to you today."
"What about?" he said, sipping from his coffee.
"What the heck do you think? About the mayor, o' course." He continued. "Now get in there!" he said, pushing Clucks towards Charles office.
He walked inside, and Charles looked up at him and said, "Ah hello, Clucks. I was doing some research on the mayor and I found something really interest-" he was cut off in mid-sentence by a bullet flying through the window, only two inches from Clucks head.
"AH! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! OUTLAWS ARE ATTACKING US!" Fred said, running inside, waving his arms around.
"Calm down Charles! Now, grab your pistols! he said, and led Clucks and the scared Fred out into the main room. Charles took up position by the left window, and Clucks the right, while Fred took cover behind a couch.
Clucks slowly lifted his head up to look out the window, and saw a large gang of outlaws shooting up every building in the town, with frenzied clakkerz running about and some wrapped up in nets.
He shot out a round of pistol fire, aiming for target outlaws, and some of them actually hit. Amongst them he could make out the forms of Bert and Kert, the outlaws that the mayor made them release.
After that, he was almost immediately returned with heavy amounts of fire. He ducked, hiding back under the window, and Charles was doing the same thing he was.
There was a frenzied knock on the door, and Clucks slowly edged over to it, and opened it up. Charles was trying to tell him not too, but Clucks couldn't understand his hand signals.
And when he opened it, he was greeted by a nearly toothless smile of a outlaw with dynamite and other explosives strapped to him, and he had a lighter in hand.
"AHH!" Clucks said, and closed the door, and the door blew up, as did most of the windows, and some of the frame outside started to burst into flames.
A troop of outlaws came into the room, with clubs, knives, machine guns, and other weapons. The three clakkerz quickly stood up and started shooting at them, taking down a few, but not before they returned fire.
A loud yelp was heard coming from Fred, but they didn't have time to check it out. They continued to shoot, taking down the rest, and then aimed their guns out the window, to see roughly eight or nine of the outlaws left. One of them, was shooting two uzis into the air and screaming, "I'm Bad Boris, and I'm gonna kill the lot of ya'!" he said crazily.
A second later he saw Charles take aim at Boris, and the outlaw boss fell with a bullet in his head, collapsing to the floor. The outlaws were surprised at that, looking around for who did it. But before they could find them, he and Charles released fire on them, taking the lot of them down.
Now that the outlaws were all dead or running from town, they rushed to Fred, who still groaned in pain.
Two bullets were in his chest, one on his shoulder. Charles hefted him up and took him back to his office, and Clucks leaned against the couch and took a deep, deep breath..
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Co.M
"The judge knew that he was full of shit and gave him twenty five years and now his heart is filled with tears. That night it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. but the guards payed no attention to his cries. that's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story: it does not pay to be drunk and horny." -Sublime, Date Rape
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