Nothin'+Wrong+with+Mercs

Nothin’ Wrong With Mercs "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but **World War IV** will be fought with sticks and stones." --Albert **Einstein** **CHAPTER I** **Bombs. Nukes. Death. Millions vaporized in seconds. Or maby billions. No one truly knows because the records were lost. It was before my time. I grew up in the ruins. But I’ve heard the stories. I know what happened. About a hundreds years or so the world tuned black. The sun shut out. Radiation poisoned the survivors. Mutants scourer the world in search of food and supplies while rest of us just try to get by. I fight for what I want and anyone who stands in my way dies. I have no name but the people call me Jack. I’m well equipped; I have to riffles, some grenades, pipe bombs, and a brain. That’s how people die. When they don’t have a brain. I’m Jack and this is my story.** **A tall man with a strong build strolls along what used to be a highway. Ever vigilant. Shadow surround him.** **“ You got sum’ nice stuff there, pretty boy.” Said a scared man who reveled himself as other followed. “How about sharen’?” The man was pudgy with battle scars covering his exposed flesh. He had few teeth witch either were gone due to poor higean of from battle. Jack couldn’t be sure.** **“Come take it.” Jack said smugly.** **“So it appears we got us a wise guy. Do you know what we do to wise guys? ‘Cause your about to find out!” Just then several other men jumped out from the shadows carrying pipes and crow bars, each as ugly as the leader. Few people had guns. Even fewer had bullets. The only reason Jack had a gun was because he learned to build bullets as a kid. The men closed in on Jack. Quicker than the average man could blink Jack pulled out a pistol, but to the gangs surprise he did not shoot, instead he motioned towed the leader handing it to him. Shocked the leader looked at him cross eyed” What’s your dea-“boom a rifle sounds. Jack pulled a machete and buried it deep in to the soft part of the leaders stomach. He then kicked the leader back, sliding out his machete in the process the mans bloodied body shot backwards and knocked down one of the others who fell onto a rock and with a crack Jack new the man was dead. The other men ran of in terror but one man stayed, his face white in shock Jack then pulled open his tattered trench coat and reveled to the man a large spear and a second later the man was dead impaled by the spear, blood flowing profusely from his gaping wound. Jack shrugged chuckling. “The punks act so tough but when there on the ass end of an ass kicking the pee there pants like a baby. Not so tough.” Jack thought to him self as he walked away as if nothing had happened. He had bigger fish to fry and he needed supplies to do the job.** **♦ ♦ ♦**   **She was a working girl as they say. She didn’t like it but it was her job and she needed the food. She ran away from home as a child. It was the stupidest thing she ever did. But now she’s on the run. A crooked cop had approached her in ally, he told her unless she preformed a service he’d take her in. It was cop slang for arrest and she new it meant dying in some shit hole of a prison. But she refused for she no longer wished to degrade her self again. That’s when the cop turned violent. But if there’s one thing you learn from trolling the streets its self defense. Before she new what had happened the cop was dead. Beaten to death by her her rage. Scared she ran but not before taking his pistol. Cops had guns. She charmed combat boots and pants off a drunk at the local cantina and before the screws even new one of there own was rotting in an ally she was gone. The travel to the net town had been long but Chilly was the only one she trusted. He was a short Hispanic man with a goatee.** **“Hello, Carla how longs it been ‘eh?”. “I’ve made a huge mistake. I need a ride over the border.”** **“Well that won’t be easy. The border men have upped the security quite a bit the last few months and-“. Carla held out a large sum of cash. Her life savings. “ Well, well, well. I think we can make something work.” He always was a sucker for cash she said under her breath.** **“ I need more weapons to all I have is this pistol.”** **“Put that away! Dear god what did you get your self into, Carla?”** **“ It’s nothing I can’t handle but I need your help. I need an ID, some food and supplies. I’ll be back when the heat dies down.”** **“Carla. . . I quit that kind of stuff. I can get you across the border but that’s all. You can take some food but I don’t forge anymore. I quit that a while back. I’m sorry” “ Its ok, Chilly. As long as you can get me out of authority’s jurisdiction I’ll be ok.** **The ride was rough. We hit a lot of bumps. But it’s the only safe road. All the others were covered in land mines. That’s how Chilly lost his leg. “ How long till we get there?” I asked, tired of being thrown back and forth in the beat up old car.** **“ Not long not.” Chilly turned around and look at me, to confident in himself to mind not looking at the road for a second or two. “ I’m sorry, Carla.”** **“What are you talking about?” Then Chilly drew a gun from his pocket. “I Truly am.” BANG! The lights went out. I was sure I was dead.** **♦ ♦ ♦**   **A stranger walked into town. A Cantina caught his eye. He was in the mood for a beer. But before he could enter the bar he was approached by a few cops.** **“ Have you seen the women?” the fat one inquired. Jack looked down and gazed at the mug shot of a girl. She couldn’t have been older than 20, but she had a look on her face that shed seen as much as the average senior citizen. There was sadness in her face, but Jack saw only beauty in the curves of her face. She was beautiful. The lines in the background said she was about five foot six. She had reddish brown hair, blue eyes and an upturned nose. She looked like an angel.** **“ Cant say I have, but what’s her name?”.** **“Carla Sykes, she’s wanted for the murder of Deputy Dawson”.** **Pretty and dangerous, ash said in the back of his mind.** **“ Well, if you see her notify the authorities.”** **“ Will do.”** **Still in the mood for a beer Jack walked into the bar with the kind of grace only a killer could perfectly replicate. He scanned the bar searching for his next mark. In the far left corner sat Joe Mack, an outlaw with a price on his head so big that an entire bank vault wouldn’t compare. Joe spotted Jack at the same time he did and made his way to the door sweat trickling down his forehead** **“Wow, wow, wow, where you gonin’ Mack.?” Jack asked not expecting a valid answer.** **“ What are they paying you? I’ll double it! Please don’t kill me!”** **“ Don’t worry, pal. My employers want you alive,, now what they’ll do to you. . . who can be sure?”** **“ Now im in the mood for a drink. Do you want one, I’m buying’?”** **“ Ye-yeah. . . sure.”** **“Excellent! We’ll make a day of it.”** **Shots rang out. BOOM! BOOM! BANG! Bothe Jack and Joe ducked for cover. “ So much for the booze.” Said Jack as he drew his gun. Cops swarmed the small cantina firing shots at every thing that moved. Joe saw his chance to run, but as soon as he stood up three shots hit him in the cross fire. Pink mist shot out from his back. “ Dam’ it! Ten grand down the drain!” hollered Jack as he stood up firing numerous shots. Bullets travel to fast to dodge at least without something to take proper cover in. Several shots hit him from behind.** **“ Holy Sh- ” Boom. The lights went out.** **“ Least I went out in style” was the last thing Jack said before he hit the ground with a thud.** **♦ ♦ ♦**   **He was a tall man. Age had degraded his face but he still had a youthful look buried beneath his many wrinkles. Beautiful women stood above him, one feeding his ego as the other fed him grapes. He took a swig of the champagne that lay in a glass next to him, but even money couldn’t changed the taste of turpentine. “ Ahh! Disgusting! This crap is too old! Bring me a fresh one a once!” the man stood up as he said this. One of the women moved towered him preparing to cresses his cheek. He turned around fast and smacked her in the face. She flung backward on to the floor. “ You – AHH!” said the women as she stormed of cursing under her breath. A small intercom in the corner coughed out static and the said “Sir the ones you requested have arrived.”** **“Excellent, send them in.”** **CHAPTER II** **The hallway was well lit full of decorations. One in particular caught his eye. It was a woman with the slightest smirk, the back round was dark and wavy like a desert with cliffs and pits. As he walked down the hallway, a gun trained on his head, he thought he wondered where he was. The hallway was full of painting and statues from an era long past. “Keep moving!” a guard yelled. “I’m going, jezze.” A door at the end of the hall was a large door that was slowly opening a man stepped out from behind the door and said “ Oh, well if it isn’t the legendary merc I’ve so much about. Now Jack knew where he was. “ Save it, Hoss. I’m not in the mood for your crap.”** **“Now, now, is that anyway to talk to a king?”** **“ You’re no king. You’re just a pansy who hides behind a thousand armed guards. Why don’t you fight me one on one?”** **“ How daft, and I suppose you consider your self brave? Righteous? Smart? Well none of those thing will get you anywhere but the end of a noose or a spot in the chair. You’re lucky I don’t have you executed this very moment.”** **“ We should ALL be so lucky.”** **One of the guards lifted his club and thrusted it deep into his chest. “Umpfff!!”** **“Tell the screws to back off or I ant’s saying nothing!” With a nod of his head the guards lowered there weapons and walked off, leaving Jack struggling to breath on the floor. “ I need a favor from you. There will be pay if you complete this task.”** **“ Unless that pay includes the ability to bury my knife in you skull then forget it.”** **“ Immunity.”** **“ What?” asked Jack astonished.** **“ Immunity. IF you compleatthis task you will be rewarded with immunity, but only for 1 year. After that I can guaranty you nothing. Also your record will be cleared. Everything you’ve ever done will be forgotten, no mater how hanis.”** **“Well we’ve made our selfs a deal!” Jack said forgetting the pain covering his body. “ No backsies!”** **♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦**