Two men dropped.
Billy Travers, the young computer hacker extraordinar, edged into the Bunckhouse. Seeing no one left standing, he quickly closed and locked the door behind him and hurried over to the communication station the two invaders had been picking at. The screen showed a list of go-phone numbers and locations across the U.S. "Damn." he cursed. They were trying to hunt down all the BBs for what ever evil reason.
There was a loud crash against the door.
Billy glanced up. "Damn." he repeated. Snatching the closest keyboard he began to type away.
Another crash, another... the door splintered... a last crash and the door busted open. Three black clad men rushed in. "Get 'im away from that consol!" one ordered, sending the other two after the hacker.
With a kick, Billy slid a chair across the room to slam into the first of his attackers, sending him sprawling to the ground. Fingers still dancing across the keys, he tried it again, sending a second chair..
But the second invader saw it coming, slamming the furniture aside. With a roar, he ran at the young man.
Still typing, Billy kicked out at him, letting the charger run himself into his foot.
The invader doubled up, and stumbled back, all color draining from his face.
But the third had come up from behind Billy as he faced the first two. Strong arms wrapped around him and lift him up off of the ground.
"Get the hell off of me!" Billy yelled, slamming his head back. The back of his skull slammed into his attackers front teeth, but it did more damage to his head than the man.
Spitting blood out over his captive's shoulder, the invader growled "Settle down, welp. Ya gotta be alive, not whole!" To illustrate his point, his grip tightened around the hacker's ribs.
Billy's eyes bleared with unwilling tears as he felt his ribs crack. Knowing his fight was ending, he glanced down at the last key he had to press, one little button that would keep these bastards from hunting down the rest of them. One last...
Billy Travers slammed back, bracing one foot against the consol, and slamming the other down on the key board, hoping, praying that, in the process of destroying it, he managed to hit that one last key.
Big Norse and a pair of young interns were shoved into the cafateria, all three still in their night clothes. The woman kept herself between the invaders and the two youngsters, glaring at any of them who came too close. A bruise on her cheak and the bruises and cuts her armed escort sported noted that she had given them good cause to keep their distance.
Suddenly gunfire sounded from the front of the house.
Big Norse and the interns were shoved to floor as a good 2/3 of the invaders rushed passed, heading for the fight. The ten remaining invaders started toward the doors, but stopped, glancing back at their charges. Their dissapointment at being stuck with babysitting duty eveident in their eyes and mumbled curses.
Big Norse glanced at Reno, her jaw setm here eyes flaring with rage. She was willing, anble, and ready for a fight.
Reno smiled. "'bout damn time." he mouthed the words. Slowly, as to not attract attintion, he slid across the floor toward the nearest of the invaders.
The bad guys were anxiously peering through the door way, in the direction of the gunfire. Too distracted by the action they were missing to keep a proper eye on their prisoners.
Big Norse got her feet under her, ready to spring whenever reno made his move.
Reno suddenly reached out, grabbing the invader's ankle, and...
He heard a loud thud. It wasn't until he opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the ceiling, pain pulsating through his head, that Reno realized that the thud was something slamming into the back of his skull.
Perfect Tommy leaned into his spinning view. He grinned down at him. "That was really stupid." he pointed out as if they were still best of friends. He shook his head, still grinning. Then he looked up at someone. "These are dangerouse men, you idiots! Tie 'em up!"
Rawhide felt the wall shake as bullets hit it. "Damn." he mumbled as he reloaded his Colt revolver. "Damn, damn, damn, damn."
"Damn, that word is getting a lot of use today." Pecos observed from where she knelt on one knee in front of him. She leaned out around the corner and fired at the invaders in the sitting room.
"I'm going to kill that boy." Rawhide swore.
"I can't believe P.T. would do this to us." Pecos answered, tucking back behind cover as the wall shook again with hits.
With an angery growl, Rahide stepped out and emptied his weapon, demolishing furniture and invaders alike. But, for as many that fell, just as many replaced them. He spun back around the corner. "Damn."
Both Pecos and rawhide jumped as something hit their side of the wall.
"Chris, hell!" Pecos cursed yanking the boy down beside her.
Chris Knight actually grinned. "You know, I don't think the boss is going to be too happy with your redecorating methods." A glare from Rawhide quickly wiped the grin from the boy's face. "Maybe this will help." He held up a silver ball for his elders' inspection.
"We are not exactly playing ball here, kid." Pecos pointed out.
Chriss sighed, another genious lost in the shadow of his youth. "Cover me... then cover your eyes." he jumped out into full veiw of the enemy.
"Chris!" Pecos cried.
"Shi..." Rawhide started.
They both leaned out and, once more emptied their weapons, pinning the invaders behind cover.
Chris pressed an unseen button and threw the ball, then dived back, slamming into Pecos. "Don't look!"
Rawhide turned away just before the sitting room was filled with blinding lasers that stretched out to every part of the room. Every little space, shadowy corner, and nook was brighttened until the paint on the wall began to fade.
"Five... four... three... two... one... clear!" Chris rose to his feet as the light vanished. He started around the corner to check on his handy work, but Rawhide grabbed the boy and pushed him back behind cover,"Stay here!" he ordered. Then, with a nod to pecos, the two snapped around the corner, their guns held at the ready.
This time it was Pecos who breathed "Damn, damn, damn."
