The Number Five Saloon was a rough place, rough wasn't a good word for it, it was a deadly place. You would never dare walked through its doors with a gun, one gun wouldn't be nearly enough if trouble started. It sat just on the edge of Reno, one of the many towns that never really rebuilt after the Twenty Five Years war. What remained was a collection of ruined buildings mingling with the few rebuilt structures most of those served only to support its citizens or those heading to the Hub City of Newport City.

It was early in the afternoon, the saloon was all but empty this was the kind of place that didn't start seeing customers until night cloaked their movements. The bartender was leaning against the bar watching his girls lazily playing at the gaming tables killing time. It was starting to look like a slow day until the bell on the door rang.
In strode six men, armed to the teeth. " Bartender!" shouted the leader, his robotic arm shining in the afternoon light, " bottles for all my men, we're here to enjoy ourselves."
The six men sat at the central gaming table, and started to paw at the girls. The bartender held of on getting the bottles the men wanted until they started to unload their pockets on the gaming table. They produced piles of Red Bills, piles and piles of them. The bartender licked his lips as his fingers carefully flipped on all the gaming tables, it had been a while since he saw amounts like this. He didn't care where it came from all he cared was that it was sitting at his gaming tables. He grabbed several of his new bottles from under the bar, best to get these boys drunk, the drunker they get the easier they lose their money. He motioned for his newest waitress, Molly, to bring them the six bottles.
Molly carefully balanced the tray as she walked over. As she neared the men grabbed for the bottles as well at her butt which was prominently displayed in her short skirt she had to wear to work. She still hadn't gotten use to letting all these greasy people grope her butt. Thankfully for her the men's attention was more taken by the alcohol than her. Once the bottles were gone from her tray she quickly hurried away.
She made her way back to the bar and set the tray down. " Do you know who they are?" whispered the bartender.
Molly shook her head, " I think they're the Jaekel Gang, they sound like the guys on Black Radio" he whispered, " their killers, you best be careful."
Molly nodded, she'd seen enough violence in this place to know how to steer clear of it.

Raymond Jaekel took a long swig from his bottle as he watched the 3-D gladiators brawl. He had his money on the second gladiator while most of his pals were betting on the first. Most of his attention was drawn to the girl in his lap who was probably more interested in the stacks of Red Bills he had on the table. She didn't even mind that there was still blood on a few of the bills. The bills' previous owner was reluctant to hand them over. Ray rolled a fifty up and slipped it between the girl's generous cleavage. " Fifty more and you'll get to see me put them to work" the girl whispered.
" What do I get for two hundred?" asked Ray flashing the two bills.
" Hm, let's go upstairs and find out" she purred.
Ray grinned and picked her up, " Boys, I have some business to attend you, Donnie you are in charge" he shouted.
Don Jaekel, Ray's younger brother nodded. The hulking brute slowly scooted his chair over to Ray's spot and watched his 3-D gladiator continue to fight. In a few minutes the grunts of the four 3-D gladiators began to compete with the grunts from the second floor. The men started to chuckle making jokes about Ray's real cybernetic limb.

The men played a few more games and had just started the next game when the door opened. All the guys grinned broadly as they saw a woman enter. She was a very beautiful lithe woman with bright pink hair, and a very catching bust peaking out from her black leather jacket. She wore a black tank top, a red and black plaid skirt that barely reached down to the middle of her thighs. She strolled over to the bar, despite wearing heavy combat boots she made very little noise, and gently leaned over the bar making sure her breasts pushed up in her tank top. " Hello" said the bartender, " what can I do for you."
" I'm looking for somebody" she said, battering her big blue eyes at him over the tops of her purple tinted round sunglasses.
" Whose is the lucky dog?" asked the bartender.
" Well..." she said, her attention turning when she heard heavy boots clumping down the steps behind her.
She turned to see Ray and his girl coming down the stairs, he was wearing a big dopey looking grin on his very satisfied face. " I'm looking for that special someone" she said.
Ray tensed up, this pink haired bitch must be a bounty hunter. Their robbery must have already hit the nets, he bet their bounties must have doubled after that. Ray's mind was whirring fast, was she a bounty hunter? With tits like those, why would she be? No, she couldn't be a bounty hunter, but what if she was. Ray didn't know what to do and was getting a headache. To answer all his questions he pulled his automatic CR-90 pistol from the back of his pants and pulled the trigger.

Victoria Pike leapt into the air, her hands landing on the bar as she gracefully flipped over the bar dodging the first shot ripping into the bar top. " Hey!" she shouted as she drew her revolver from under her coat, " take it easy I'm not after you."
" Bullshit" the first guy shouted, " how much we worth now? How much bitch?"
Victoria didn't have time for this crap, there were at least six of them. Bandits or thugs most likely, they'd be heavily armed. Victoria heard another shot crack into the bar just above her head. Well whether she wanted to fight them or not, it was obvious these little fish wanted to fight a shark. It was time to show them her teeth.
Her leather jacket gently slipped off her shoulders revealing a black leather shoulder holster and her left arm was tattooed from wrist to shoulder in detailed tattoos.
She had a big green and blue scaled dragon coiling down her arm, its head bleching fire on her shoulder and its tail wrapping all the way around her wrist. She had two schoolgirls holding big machine guns one with blue hair the other with jet black hair, obviously based on the punk duo Hex. She had a geisha girl on her forearm, along with numerous monsters, demons, devils, and ghosts. She had several phrases written in Japanese within the collage of artwork. But most importantly running down the inside of her forearm were a series of black skull and crossbones that was her personal tally.
Victoria could hear the men moving, the chairs were creaking across the floor and bottles were breaking. These boys were drunk, could it be any easier. She cocked her revolver, it was big Colt Americana. Nasty little toy that looked far too big for such a petite girl. Victoria named her Lucy, and she had treated Victoria well.
A man rushed into her line of sight, obviously going for the door. Victoria raised the revolver and easily squeezed the trigger. The loud gunshot echoed through the bar as the big 45 calibre bullet whizzed through the air, hitting the man squarely in the shoulder. The impact of the bullet spun him like a top until he smashed hard into the wall. Victoria watched as a look of great horror stretched across the man's face. Suddenly his shoulder, and neck exploded in a great shower of gore. His severed head rolled along the floor until he came to rest against Victoria's leg. " Fuck" she groaned, realizing she had left the explosive tipped bullets in. Those were way too expensive to waste on the likes of these jokers.

For a moment the entire bar was silent except for the last fleeing footsteps of the good time girls as they fled for safety upstairs. Ray and his men didn't know what to do, they'd just watched Mark's head fly off his body. This chick was gunning for their lives, none of them knew they had a bounty this large. The stunned silence was pierced by the click of a gun, they all froze, wondering where the next shot was going.
At this point the bartender, gripping his shotgun under the bar, had enough. He wasn't to let some busty killer make a mess in his bar, he wasn't about to stay after mopping the guts up. He clicked the safety off his shotgun and decided to motivate the fight outside.
Victoria had just emptied the cylinder of her Colt when she heard movement behind her. She looked up, straight into a monstrous shotgun barrel. " I don't care what you want with them boys" he said, " but you do it outside, you hear."
Victoria reacted, she stuffed her Colt back into its holster and gripped the brass bar rail. She flipped high into the air, exposing her black silk bikini panties to the entire room. She landed knees first on the bartender's shoulders driving him face first into the bar with a loud thwack. She grabbed him, and his shotgun and yanked him backwards as all the surviving members of the Jaekel gang finally snapped out of their trance and began to fire at the bar.
Victoria landed on her back with the bartender on top of her as seemingly every bottle behind the bar began to explode raining booze and little shards of glass down on them. After a point it seemed like the guys weren't even shooting at her, they were more entertained by shooting the bottles. Finally the shooting stopped and the clatter of empty clips hitting the floor rang out. " Hey bitch" the leader shouted.
" What?" Victoria shouted back as she loaded her revolver.
" How much we worth to you?" he asked.
" I don't even know who the hell you dumb asses are!" Victoria shouted.
" We're the Jaekel Gang" they shouted.
Victoria tried to think if she'd ever heard that name before. She frowned when she drew a complete blank. She hoped at least these morons' bounties were at least cover the costs of the ammo she was going to expend on them. " Nope, sorry I have no idea" said Victoria unloading the shotgun.

Ray scowled, bitch was toying with them now. He motioned for Dek and Frank to go to the bar by waving his pistol at them in the direction of the bar. Dek and Frank shrugged, they didn't get what he was trying to do. Ray mouthed the words, 'Go To The Bar' but again they just shrugged. " Get the bitch" he shouted.
Dek and Frank nodded as they finally understood what he wanted. They rushed the bar and started to climb over it without a problem. Victoria hurled the shotgun, the barrel hitting Dek in the chin knocking him backward. She launched both heavy boots into the air connected with Frank's face. Frank was hurled backwards crashing through a table. Victoria flew over the bar and landed on her feet. She leapt sideways tackling the fourth member of the gang. She dropped down hard on him as the leader and the huge goon opened fire once again. She pushed off using the fourth guy as a sled to slide across the floor under she was covered by the furthest gambling table.
As the bullets smashed into the gambling table Victoria looked down. The guy was unconscious blood dripping from both his nostrils and a big grin on his face. She realized his head had been between her breasts the entire time. Victoria rolled off and drew her pistol. " Last chance to call this off" said Victoria.
" Donnie, kill this bitch" Ray shouted.
Victoria heard the heavy footsteps and barely had time to spin around before the ruined gambling table she was hiding behind was lifted into the air. Don picked the large gaming table clear into the air and held it aloft. He grinned at her, watching her try to crawl away.
Victoria drew her pistol and began to fire. Round after round smacked into the massive target, blood spurted, pieces of flesh flew through the air. Each bullet staggered the brute but he wouldn't go down. Finally with her sixth and final round she aimed high and fired. The bullet hit him in the eye, the entire socket exploded as he fell back the table crashing between them. Victoria flipped the cylinder open and dumped the smoking casings on the floor. She heard a chuckling from the stairs were Ray stood. " You're next, if I were you I'd be running or shitting myself by now" said Victoria.
" Oh not me" said Ray, " I'm not the one in trouble."
Before Victoria could even wonder why this dipshit was so happy she heard a low growl. Victoria leapt to her feet and saw Don was moving again. " I forgot to tell you" he said, " Donnie and I were born in Kansas. The doctors said we both were infected at birth."
Don's open eye open, it was now bright red. Victoria felt fear start to creep into her veins, he was a Red Zombie. God this just became a lot more work that it was worth.
During the Twenty Five Years war, both sides used chemical weapons on several occasions turning large portions of the Americas into a chemical soup. The strange combinations had unforeseen side effects, including bringing the dead back to life. Most returned as White Zombies, called that because their eyes became bleach white. True they eat flesh and were a nuisance but they were only dangerous in large numbers. The real danger came from Red Zombies, they were aggressive, ridiculously tough, and ten times stronger than the person when they were alive thanks to their Hypothalamus working at a substantially increased pace after death.
He howled, foam pouring from his mouth. Victoria barely had time to snap the cylinder shut before he moved. It was like lightning, he cleared the gaming table and drove his shoulder into Victoria's chest. She flew across the room, smashing hard into the wall. She felt the plaster crumble behind her. She gasped for air, her head was spinning fast as a thin trail of blood began to descend from her pink hair. Don moved again before Victoria could react, his hands grabbing her shoulders. He flung her across the room until she smashed into the bar.
Victoria saw her Colt, it was laying in the middle of the room, it was too far out of reach. She grabbed the backup pistol on the opposite side of her holster and started firing. The she aimed low, there was no way to get in a head shot now. Only three of the seven bullets fired found their marks in the Don's legs. It staggered him just long enough for Victoria to get to her feet and vault over the bar.
She'd barely cleared the bar when Don's fists smashed into the top splintering the wood. She grabbed one of the last remaining empty bottles from behind the bar and smashed it over his head. Don howled throwing foam about as the alcohol burned in his empty socket. He heard a click and suddenly burst into flames.
Victoria clicked her Zippo closed and watched as Don tried to put himself out. She leapt over the bar and scooped her gun up off the floor and gracefully rolled to a stop. She snapped the cylinder open and reached between her breasts. She drew out several red tipped bullets and slipped them into the gun.
Don had just put the flames out, his head filling the room with a terrible stench of burning hair and flesh. He staggered about, she'd confused him. He turned to the first thing he saw, Dek. Dek turned just as Don's teeth sank into him. He screamed, blood spraying in a wide arc as his artery was torn open. He struggled for a few more moments before death took him. Don continued to tear at Dek's neck and shoulder, ripping pieces of flesh off and slurping them up. He stopped eating and began to sniff the air, he smelled hot blood.
He turned just as Victoria fired. The bullet hit in his chest and three seconds later exploded. Victoria swore, her head was spinning to fast to be accurate. Don charged her, his left arm hanging limp and the large hole in his side spraying gore as he went. Victoria fired again, this time it hit the mark. It smashed into Don's jaw and exploded at the neck line making the head explode in a brilliant display of brain tissue like a little fireworks display. The body dropped just inches from Victoria's boots. She sighed and slowly got to her feet. She scanned the room looking where Ray went. He was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly a chair smashed across Victoria's back breaking into a dozen pieces. She dropped to all fours violently coughing. Ray kicked Victoria hard in the stomach flipping her on her back. " You killed my fucking gang" he snarled, kicking Victoria over and over as she rolled across the room, " I'm going to make you fucking pay."
Ray kicked Victoria across the room like a soccer ball until she hit the bar. " But first" he said, his cybernetic arm grabbed her by the throat, " I'm going to screw you until you beg for mercy."
He squeezed, the cybernetic arm acting like a vise around Victoria's neck. Her blue eyes flashed open and she kicked, the tip of her big boot smashing squarely between Ray's legs. He dropped her, both hands instinctively going to his mauled manhood. Victoria grabbed the cybernetic arm and slammed it on the bar. She dropped her entire body against it and listened to the metal snap. Thankfully it was made in America and that meant cheap as hell or she would never have any chance of breaking it like this. Now with the broken cybernetic limp firmly in hand she attacked Ray.
Ray was struck over and over with his own broken cybernetic arm. He stumbled backwards over Dek's body and looked up just as Victoria kicked. She landed her devastating roundhouse kick right into his jaw. The sound of the shattering jaw was only matched by the clattering of his broken teeth as he spit them across the bar. He spun around and dropped cold on the floor at the feet of the terrified Molly who had been hiding on the far side of the bar the entire fight. " Hey you" said Victoria looking right at Molly.
Molly looked up from staring at Ray's unconscious body and nodded. Victoria tossed the shotgun at her, " Keep an eye on him huh" she said.
Molly caught the shotgun and nodded. She pointed the barrel at Ray's head and watched to see if he was going to move.

Victoria dusted herself off and recovered her revolver and shattered sunglasses before slowly crossed the ruined bar. She climbed up the stairs all the way to the top. She kicked the first door open and marched inside. She dragged the girl that was with Ray at the beginning of the mayhem out by her long blonde hair. It was her Victoria had been after, she had tried to tell the Jaekel Gang that before all this happened but they didn't listen, too bad for them. She had no beef with them and wouldn't really have cared enough to bring them in, they were small fish. She had been after the girl, the daughter of a wealthy business man who'd run off to this sleazy dive to rebel against her pampered upbringing. She was swearing and struggling the entire way out. " How dare you touch me, my father doesn't own me you fucking cunt licking fascist fucking bitch!" she screamed, throwing spittle in Victoria's face.
Victoria took her pistol out of its holster and waved it in front of her face. " Just count yourself lucky your daddy doesn't want you hurt" said Victoria, " I have this strange urge to beat the living shit out of you right now."
" Then do it, my daddy won't be happy with you" she said putting her hands on her hips.
" Ooops" said Victoria.
" Ooops what?" she asked.
" Ooops you fell while trying to run away from me" she said.
Victoria shoved the girl down the stairs listening to her squeak every time she bounced off a step. She hit the ground with a thud and laid on her back staring at the ceiling feeling the entire world spinning like a mad top.
Victoria hauled the wayward girl to her feet, " Do we need to tell daddy that you were also hit by a car while escaping?" asked Victoria.
" No" whined the girl, " I'll shut up."
" Good" said Victoria, patting her on the butt, " let's get you a drink while we wait for the cops. Can't let all of this go to waste, I bet they have some decent bounties on them."
Victoria found two unbroken chairs and sat down. Victoria whistled for Molly who was still holding the bartender's shotgun on Ray, although he had long since passed out. " Can I get you something?" she asked.
" Anything that isn't broken and two glasses" said Victoria.
Molly went behind the bar and rolled her unconscious boss over to get at his private stash. She yanked the secret panel open and took one of the bottles out. She set the bottle in front of the pair and Victoria unscrewed the cap. She poured two moderate amounts into the two glasses. She pushed the glasses towards Molly and her quarry before taking a long drink straight from the bottle. She let off a long sigh as the liquor ran down her throat and the ring of police sirens filled the bar. Another job well done she thought as a smile crossed her lips.