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Stranger watched as the tiny figure begin to be approached by the two militiamen. The boy grabbed his M16 and made towards the door. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Im going to go help that guy." Michael bolted up. "You are gonna get yourself killed. "I know what I'm doing... Just cover me."

Stranger made his way towards the people. They too, had skull facemasks. "I'll give you five seconds to drop your weapons."

"I TOLD YOU TO KILL THEM, NOT TO SURRENDER."

Barks Charles over the sound of the downpour, assault rifle in hand, gesturing fowards for the two skull-masked mento attack. Both quickly drawing pistols, but the man had darted into cover as they opened fire, bullets pinging into the house and the ground, millemetres from his head. With a chuckle, Charles walks slowly behind them, if the enemy were to attack, they would make good meatshields.

Don slumped by the side of a house, his hood drawn over his head as he listened out for activity. A series of gunshots rang out not a hundred meters away, He picked up his shotgun, and snuck into the shadows, following the gunshots.

Alexander rolled behind what remained of a low fence, he felt a numbing pain is shoulder, but dismissed it as he unholsered his Magnum.
He rose o a crouch to fire at the advancing "Mask Men", the sound of the weapon going off was like a cannon shot in the small confines of the sreet.
He saw the lad who had come out of the house duck back behind the cornor of the house, bulles and buckshot flying past.
Every shot he fired, Alexander felt a jolting pain in his shoulder, but fought through it.

it was then he noticed a third figure, behind the Masked Men

Don stuck to the shadows at the side of the house, ducking and leaning around the corner of the eaves, he noticed 3 figures at the front of the house, and one crouching man. Don raised his shotgun and waited for a few moments.

Stranger made his way around the house, his weapon at the ready. Rounding a corner he saw a man peering into the house. "HOLY S**T" Stranger let off a burst from his weapon. BBRRP! The man ducked and swung towards him. Stranger had missed.

"Keep him pinned down."

Charles shouts at the skull-masked figures continuing to open fire on the man in cover. He could hear gunshots by the side of the house, he would go check it out. Turning the corner, he catches sight of two men fiing at each other. Reloading his assault rifle, he beings shooting at the nearest of the two, the one with the M16.

Alexander saw the lad slink around the house, as he rose yp and unloaded the last few bulles from his magnum a the three advancing figures.
He slid the magnum back into its holster, and pulled out both his 9mm and his other revolver and lept the fence and charged towards the masked men, firing as he went.

He got on of the men through the eye socket of his mask, but Alexander had to ditch his firearms, and draw his blade as the other man with a mask charged him.

CRAP he thought, he knew this wasn't going to end well, the bullet wound to his shoulder was draining his stamina fast.
It was all he could to to parry and block his foes attacks

Don yelped as the shots tore through the air next to him, slinging his shotgun, he dropped the butterfly knife into his palm and dove for the stranger who had shot at him.

As Stranger saw the man rushing at him with a knife he saw he was not masked. Stranger quickly knocked the knife out of the mans hand with the rifle butt. "As the man reeled back to retrieve the knife he leveled the barrel at him. "Calm down. I think there has been a misunderstanding."

Don slowly put his hands up, and nodded.

Charles was directly behind the an with the M16, his assault rifle was inches from the back of his head.

"Drop the gun."

"Drop the gun"
"How about you drop your weapon" Alexander asked the man, who was holding his firearm to the head of a stranger
Alexander pushed his revolver lightly into the back of the mans head, so he knew he meant bussiness.

The fight with the other guy had been brief but brutal, Alexanders knife was still imbedded in the back of the masked man's skull.
but hadn't left unscathed.
Aside from the bullet wound in his shoulder, ALexander had a slash down his arm and across the side of his neck.
He could feel himself getting weaker and weaker, and he edges of his vision was going black

"Damn it, twice in the same day."

Mutters Charles as he drops his assault rifle to the ground, hands frozen by his side.

"thats a good man, anything else you should be throwing down? knives? Grenades? the kitchen sink?"

Alexander needed this to go fast, he could barly see, and was on the verge of fainting

Don kicked the M16 behind Alexander and looked him in the eyes "seems like we both owe each other something" He ripped a shred of rag off and packed Alexander's would quickly.

With a low growl, Charles moves one hand to his hip, a moment later throwing five jagged combat knives to the ground.

"There."

"thats better isnt it? feeling lighter?"
As the sanger he had just saved started to wrap his wounds, Alexander fell to his knees, the blood loss and pain of his wounds causing him to faint.
the last thing he saw was the lad holding his gun to the bandits head, before falling into darkness

*you know anything of the skullmen* asked Don, squatting down to pick up his butterfly knife, not taking his eyes off the stranger.

"I hired them, to kill all you lot."

He chuckles as he tilts his head to face the man with the butterfly knife.

With a smooth motion, Don sweeps up with his butterfly knife, stopping it an inch from the man's heart. *who wants us dead?* He snarled.

"What a lovely knife you have there."

He chuckles, a grin on his face.

"Isn't it obvious yet? I hired them."

Don knelt down and began packing the fainted man's wounds properly using the medkit he carried underneath his shirt. He then slapped him awake.

((ooc: This is all in Alexanders head, as he is currently couning zeds))

Alexander stood into total darkness, he felt the dull pains of his wounds, but he tried to ignore them.
He looked down and stared at the scarf wrapped around his wrist. Untying it, he held it in his hands and stared at the word LISA written on it.
He held it to his mouth, kiss it and said:
"I love you Lisa, and not a day goes by that I don't wish I could turn back the clock and save you."

Alexander looked about him and heard voices saying:
"who wants us dead?"
" Isn't it obvious.."

Then he felt the sharp slap of someone hitting him, and he felt himself coming back to the real world

"Seems like a lot is going on out there" said Lilian as she glanced out the window. Gunfire had caused her to hide from the windows before, yet curiosity made her look on anyway.

"So, what now?"

Charles says quietly, very aware of his one hidden knife.

"You gonna kill me or what?"

Don acted quickly, heedless of the gun pointed at the man's head. swinging the butt of his shotgun hard into the temple of the stranger, whom fell as though pole-axed.

Jeff stood up, his wounds stitched by Lillian. She may not of had the supplies, but he did. He grabbed his gun, telling Lillian thank you before heading upstairs. He looked at Micheal, telling him to "come outside, all the other men are gone." The two men ran outside, seeing Stranger, the Bandit from earlier, and two new men.

Lilian followed, hand resting on the handle of her sword.

"What did you do that for? I though thought you lot were on the same team?"