Bryan had no idea how much the newcomer had seen of his altercation with the tall boy, but he didn't seem too anxious to start any shit. Calvert was wary of the SMG in his hand. "That one of yours?" he asked, gesturing behind him with a simple nod in the corpses direction, keeping his eyes...

He saw it now, he saw what a bad fucking call that was. The tall boy was coughing up blood violently, and flecks of it dotted Bryan's face and shirt as he assaulted his grounded opponent. It did nothing to stay his hand; actually, it fuelled his adrenaline and he drove his fists harder into the cont...

The struggling boy struck out forcefully with his legs and managed to push Bryan back with his foot. He was no weakling--in fact it seemed he was quite strong in his legs--but it failed to really accomplish anything besides piss his skin-headed attacker off. Bryan sprung forward again with increased...

The boy dissappeared around a corner just as Bryan was given an opportunity to open up a fresh hole in his back. "Fuck," he spat under his breath, afraid he might lose him as he hustled around the corner. Nope. Idiot decided to try his luck climbing the fire escape. What good was that goin...

Success. That knee very well might have saved his life entirely. Within a second the white lights dissappeared and he saw the gun hit the ground a second time; his mighty brick-wielding adversary was already bolting out the door. "You better run, asshole!" he snarled, ignoring the throbbin...

Bryan walked through the doorway and was hit in the side of the head with a small brick. Actually, it was about a half-a-brick, but at the moment all he knew was that he'd been japped, bad. His grip on the SPAS-12 was abandoned as one hand shot up to where he'd been hit, between the temple and the e...

((continued from Walking to School )) Now it was really starting to pour. Bryan picked up the pace as he headed towards the warehouse, which was adjacent to the industrial yard from day one. As he passed that same truck he'd used for cover, he half-expected his first opponent (those two runaways did...

As a line of of gunfire sped towards him on the ground, Bryan finally became aware of his opponent's shift of position to the other side of the dumpster. He'd seen nearly the whole thing, but had neglected to do anything about it until he'd started running (why was beyond him). He barely made it to ...

It took a second to adjust the mirror properly, but it did the trick. The other boy wasn't visible at all, which was really frustrating as hell. Bryan focused hard on the inverted surroundings reflecting in the glass, and he noticed that there was a large, rectangular metal container to his right......

Bryan clenched his teeth at the ultimatum the younger boy offerred him. ' I won't get hurt? Who the hell does he think he is, threatening me? ' Bryan was a very proud, stubborn individual, and took it as a personal affront that his newfound adversary supposed he was in the position to boss him aroun...

Bryan wheeled around and squinted towards the gun-toting stranger charging through the gate behind him. He'd certainly gotten the drop on him, but still, it was hard to take orders from someone that far away. Bryan didn't bother to dignify him with a response, but instead bolted back to the cover of...

The first shot had missed. As Bryan peered out from behind the safety of the truck, he couldn't see head or tail of his opponent. That is until the bastard poked out from behind the portable and fired a shot into the tail light adjacent to him. It exploded into a thousand tiny pieces, and Bryan pull...

The only thing was, Andrew wasn't there. He'd scrambled to his feet and darted off around the corner of the portable and out of sight the second Felix had turned his back, not stopping even to grab his own duffle bag. He didn't make the slightest attempt to try to warn Felix of the guy with the shot...

The falling knee effectively knocked the wind out of him, and when the stranger finally offerred him an ultimatum, all Andrew could do was wheeze, cough and nod. When the coughing subsided, he gestured with his head towards the pack leaning against the portable wall. ' That went well, ' he thought, ...

This was not going well. Andrew let out a yelp as the small yet solid butt of the subcompact flew towards his face, but with a combination of luck and panicy reflexes, he managed to throw his left shoulder inwards and narrowly dodge the attack. He now had his front pressed against the portable wall,...