They easily out numbered the enemy now, but the invaders had those damn machine guns on those damn armored personel carriers. If they could take out the men manning them... but they had to let them get close enough first... and that put them in a hell of a lot of danger.
A wine drew Buckaroo's attention down to where Jessie James' dog crouched down beside him. He twitched as if he was fighting the urge to leap out and began the assult, but he had been too well trained to move without an order. Unfortuntly his mistress did not appear to be avaible to give such an order. So he had sought someone who could. Maybe recognizing the man as a leader of his pack or maybe he was just the closest, but Oddity had chosen Buckaroo in the absence of Jessie.
Buckaroo knelt down to scratch the dog's head. "Now where's that girl of yours?" he wondered.
Oddity looked up at him with his bright blue eyes. Almost as if answering his question, he looked back toward the main house hidden behind trees, and wined.
Buckaroo followed his gaze, but the dog tensed up again and turned back to the approaching trouble.
The PCs were passing between the two hidden groups of BBs, coming within striking range.
But before they could move, the helicopter appeared, coming up from behind the invaders, herding a stampede of horses in front of it.
The invaders on foot dived to the sides of the lane, trying to get out of the way of the stampede, and right into the waiting, and not entirely too gently, hands of Rawhide and Reno. A few saw their comrads being snatched and stopped only to be plowed down by the horses. And once the horses had run through, following the lane as it turned just before hitting the trees where Buckaroo and his group were still hidden, the helicopter spun about in place, and passed over the enemy, firing the nose guns at whoever was left standing in the lane.
The personel carriers' machine guns returned fire, filling the sky with bullets.
Despite its own aromor, the bullets managed to hit some of the helicopter's soft spots. The air craft sputtered, the propellers sparked, smoke bellowed from the engine, and it began to sway. The helicop[ter and its pilot were in distress. But it still made another pass.
The PCs also had a soft spot: thier tires. And the pilot took full advantage of his last pass to come in low, firing at one's tires while heading straight for the other. Tires shredded, the vehicle on the left skidded to a halt. Seeing the air craft skidding across the ground, coming right at them, the one on the right jerked to a stop, its occupants jumping free and running for cover.
The helicopter slowed just enough that the crash was little more than a fender-bender, but it took both vehicles out of the game. Despite that, the other PC kept its guns trained on the helicopter, filing it with holes. The pilot fell out the far side and hunkard down behind his fallen craft.
Oddity barked excitedly at the sight of the pilot and started out, but Buckaroo grabbed his collar. This had turned into a gun fight. The dog wouldn't have a chance.
But his Blue Blazes on the other hand...
"Stay!" Buckaroo ordered and hoped the animal understood. The motioned his group foreward.
Rawhide was already moving, running and dodging his way to the helicopter. he dove down beside the pilot as bullets ate up the ground behind him. "Howdy. Nice day, eh?" he greeted the pilot.
Gage glanced at him and amiled. "Never been so happy to see an ivory-key-picker in all my hopefully-live-long-days." he admitted.
Rawhide returned the smile, instently liking the man.
"I suggest we blow the pop stand before it blows us." Gage suggested, pointing up at the smoking engine.
"Aw." Rawhide nodded. "Good idea. You armed?"
Gage swong up his own Thompson sub machine gun and lovingly stroked the barrel. "Never leave hom without it."
Again Rawhide smiled.
Despite the helicopter being grounded, it still remained the focus point for the enemy machine gun. Particulary after Rawhide had joined the pilot. Such attention, became the invaders downfall, as it allowed the Reno and his team to come up behind the PC unseen.
Reno Nevada, with Pecos at his side, climbed up the back of the personel carrier. Holding on with one hand, they laid thier guns along the top, and shot the feet out from under the gunmen. Once the machine gun was no longer manned, the Blue Blazes swarmed foreward, taking what was left of the invaders.
Oddity raced around the action, barking encouragement here, snarling a warning there. But, when the fighting had finally slowled to the occassional protest, the dog began to run in tight circles, pausing every couple turned, faceing back toward the main house, and barked.
Rawhide jogged around the helicopter after instructing a pair of interns on putting ut the fires, and lead gage over to Buckaroo. "hey , boss, like ya to meet our savior."
Gage smiled, holding a hand out to Buckaroo banzai. "Sorry 'bout the mess."
Buckaroo smiled. "Sorry for the need for the mess. Gage Storm, isn't it? A bouncer at the Club?"
Gage nodded. He was about to say something when Oddity jumped up against him, slamming him into Rawhide. "Heeeeey, boy. Had fun?"
The dog leaped away and spun about again, barking.
Gage lost all humor. "What's wrong Oddity?"
rawhide and Buckaroo exchanged glances. had they missed something.
The dog spun about again.
Gage turned to glare at the two men. "Where's Knuckles?" he demanded.
As if in answer, two shots could be heard in the distance.
Oddity couldn't wait any longer. He took off running back toward the main house.
Gage glared at the two men a moment longer, before taking chase.
