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Bounty hunters rock...except when you have Mudokons with frying pans.
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So true. More ass-whacking action soon.
EDIT: Chapter 4 done. Enjoy.
Chapter 4: Arrival
After a restless night, the trio arrives at the Clakker town. They head for the General Store to buy provisions and equipment and to sell unnecessary items. After they had finished, the groups knap sacks were much lighter. They had bought clothing as well. Slusk had purchased open toed shoes, a brown leather vest, and a large machete with a holster. Redge felt the need to buy oil, a vest, and replaced his shotgun with a pistol and a laser carbine, and Mochy brandished a new spike collar.
“Let’s head for the nearest hotel, I’m pooped.” Slusk said with a sigh.
“Ya, me to.”
The trio reached the hotel and found themselves a room. The room was very small but it was suitable to accompany two inhabitants.
Meanwhile, Jasper was leading several sligs into the forest to track down and kill the two escapees who had murdered his brother. After several minutes of searching, the search team discovered the long extinguished fire the escapees used.
“They were here last night.” Jasper said inwardly grinning. He would be pleased to shoot Victor’s murderer in the face.
“This way, troops!” Jasper ordered pointing to a patch of trees ahead of them.
Later that night, Slusk had just finished his dinner and had just prepared for sleep, noticing Redge had already fallen asleep. Redge slept like a rock, it was impossible to wake him unless you sharply jab him with a sharp object. Mochy started to growl at the door.
“What’s wrong buddy?” Slusk asked.
Just then, a slig kicked down the door and fireed madly at the window behind Slusk. Slusk rolled and pulled out his machete, looking like he was about to cut the slig open. The slig noticing his machete, knew he could just do that. Redge twitched in his heavy slumber as Mochy barked madly at the newcomer. Slusk jumped off his bed and chopped into the sligs skull. The slig sputtered and fell noiselessly. Four more sligs were running up the stair case. Slusk jabbed at Redge, which shot right up and struggled into his pants.
“What was that for!?” Redge exclaimed.
“We’re under attack!” slsuk said ready to reduce the sligs to bloody mulch.
Redge quickly grabbed his weapons and followed Slusk into the hallway. Slusk, growing desperate with the sound of footsteps growing louder, grabbed a panicked clakker and threw him down the stair way. The sligs all fell down and were crushed by the overweight clakker. The trio bolted down the stairs and out into the night.
Jasper had just reached his comlink and gulped as he called Burgon of his failure.
“WHHHAAAT!? He escaped!? You better get that guy! Victor was the finest commander I ever hired!” Burgon shouted into the com.
“He killed one of our gunners and wounded three others by throwing a fat clakker on them.” Jasper said face palming his masked face.
“I don’t care about your troops! Just find Slusk and kill him!” Burgon growled.
“Yes sir!” Jasper obeyed.
The trio was back on the road with their considerably lighter inventory. Slusk held his newly obtained blitz packer rifle in both hands, surveying its ammo. He had managed to snatch the weapon from the slig he had killed in the hotel. The slig was nice enough to leave enough clips on his belt to last at least another several attacks. He grinned at the thought of blowing out a few industrial brains. After he had escaped, he didn’t bother cutting his head feathers and keeping them in a worker style. He was a free mud. No one will change that.
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