The Ward

Bobby wasn't scared, but worried, the police knew they where here, which mean that all the LA police would be around here, swat team, Army! Now he was scared. "Okay, then lets leave now, we should get some extra food clothes, weapons, and bonce. They might come even faster, look where on the News, they have are pics, we cant just stay here, i mean come on at least we should be preparing for the worse, that they get here sooner that 15, maybe 5 or even a minute from now." Bobby said, he was already thinking of different ideas and and plans, but they would never work, they would never listen to him. The only thing in his mind was the waling of sirens coming for them any minute now.

 

Negative Reo looked over at the window and noticed the grey clouds above. "A storm is brewing . . ." he also noticed the flashing red and blue that reflected onto his eyes. "Humph! It looks like they're here . . ." He ran towards the window and got down and peeked over using the reflection from his own knife to see what was going on. The police weren't targeting anyone in particular, just patrolling to ask questions.

 

Bobby heard the cops before he saw the lights. It was only one car though, strange. He had thought it would be 100 of them. He looked around and saw everybody's face, they weren't scared at all. He himself was also calm, he was okay with just sitting here but he knew he couldn't. "Hey, um.. are they just making rounds?" Bobby asked, he knew with only one car, they would never come to attack them, really becasue they might think Reo and Dracul was with them. He was at the bottom most likely.

 

Negative Reo looked at the others and winced and held his head. "You have got to be kidding me!" His head began to pound brutally this time. His body jerked backwards and he flung into a nearby painting, breaking and causing noise. He grabbed his knife and slit his already scared arm and breathed out contently.

 

Will shook his head at Jake, pushing past him. "Your useless..." He grunted, going into the spare room. He grabbed a large silver case from under the dresser and a duffelbag from under the bed. He set them on the bed and opened the case, looking at his collection. A dual tone Desert Eagle, A Beretta M92FS, an M4A1 with Holographic sight in peices, and his prize possesion, a M14 ERB Sniper with three different scopes. An ACOG, Thermal, and Night Vision. Then there was an empty set of spots. He took out the VP70 and unloaded it, sliding the empty mag into the gun and the stock and barrel parts in empty spots in the foam. He then removed an ammo box from the top and placed the 9mm bullets into it. He then put the spare mags into slots in the top. He then cosed the case and flipped the latches shut. He then exited the room. "Now, where were we?" He asked Z-Bone, holding the case with a grin.

 

After his constant displays of insanity, N Reo decided that sticking around here was getting to bore him. He walked up to one of the bothers and tapped him on the shoulder, not really fearing the scowl he got in return. "All right, this is getting boring for me. I'm going out for a while. Don't come looking for me, please."

He started upstairs and got into the shower before placing his bloody clothing in the washer. He bathed, brushed his teeth with a random unused toothbrush that he found lying about and went back to the washer stark naked and shoved the clothing into the dryer.

After his clothing had finally finished after 30 minutes, he dressed completely with his newly cleaned clothing and stepped out of the door, feeling fresh. Before closing the door he turned back and said, exposing his fang-filled mouth, "Don't touch her," referring to his knife and stepped out.

 

Will grinned. "That's my boy. Now let's get out to Van Nuys fast. I have a house there, no cops ever go near it. They think it's abandoned and we can hide there until we get to Canada. I have more... armaments there. Who's in?" He asked, tightening his grip on the case and slipping his bag over his shoulder.

 

N Reo looked over his shoulder from the display of quick violence and turned up a scornful lip and spoke, spitting on the concrete ground, "It is none of my concern with how you deal with other people, I have my own targets . . ." He continued on towards the open street and watched as a few cars passed by. "It would be nice to go out into the city . . . but first I would need to lose my 'face' . . . I believe I can manage however." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie-like jacket and continued on with a dreadful expression on his lips.

 

Bobby thought about it, it seemed like sticking with these guys would keep him safe and get him killed too. So he said no."No thanks, i think i'm going to go out on my own, hack into a system and get me some ticktecs to africa, live there or some island. I could do it easyily, any of you guys want to go somewhere, just ask me, i can get you to any place in the world for free." Bobby told them, was the least he could do for them. He didn't have a weapon and would never fire a gun, so he as just going to go out with nothing, pretty dumb, but o well.

 

N Reo looked to his left, then right then ran across the street quickly. He stopped and put on his hood and began to walk, head tilted down and through the large nightlife crowd. "Who should target first?" he thought, rubbing his index finger and his thumbs together inside both pockets. He looked at the possible options: A man walking about in a suit, a woman with haughty eyes that switched to him for a moment . . . then a group of boys that had a gang insignia on their caps . . . "Catch a tiger . . . don't let him go."