Since I couldn't find where these type of stories go, I'm just making a new one...
(BTW, Curt is a Brit, Yosef a Scott)
�Didn�t used to be this cold, seems the night doesn�t have any mercy left for us.�
�Shit, why you�s talk like �at man, aways bringin me down.�
�Why be pleasant? The work we just cut is bullshit.�
�Sure it is Curt, but that pay�its a fuckin dream come true.�
�Yeah Sef, but what if we get our asses killed huh?�
Yosef shrugged as if what I just said made no sense, �Got a clone roit? If ya do then don� worry bout it.�
I sighed and looked my friend in the eyes, �Yeah..whatever. Let�s just get this over with, you got ammo?�
Staring back at me, Yosef said in that horrid Scottish accent, �Aye, lets be outta here. I�m ready to go fuck this guy up.�
We stepped out of Yosef�s shitty apartment into the dim hallways of Westinghause. We knew exactly where to go an when to be there. All that was left was sucking up what balls we had an getting the job done. Ten till eight by my watch an we were standing right outside the Rose. Frank said our man was a big guy. Real stout son of a bitch who ripped guys apart with his teeth, big surprise here�Frank said his name was Chewy. Perfect reason to bring my Walther, there�d be no ripping today if I had my way.
Yosef tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at a big guy hugging the curb, �Curt..hey Curt, dats our man innit?�
I had to look at the picture I stuffed in my pocket, but sure enough, that was the guy. Black man, bald, bout six-four with a nasty blemish just above his eye.
I turned to face Yosef, �Yeah, that�s him. You ready?�
Yosef snorted as if I was being unrealistic, �Course I�m fuckin ready..hey, hey Curt, I�ll go in close you watch my ass hey?�
Sounded like a fine idea, that way if big an ugly decided to fight back, Yosef would be the closest, �Sounds great�should lay off the Marcy though mano..getting all twitchy on me.�
Yosef shook his head, �Mind your own damn business..I�m goin.�
I met Yosef Ander when I left the Queen�s land and made my way to Scotland, he was a shifty guy but taught me a lot about preying on people�s weaknesses. I was pretty much just a thief, had a little experience with a shooter being that I left the military dishonorably. He took me in, helped me to get acquainted with my inner merc. We been a team ever since, not much I wouldn�t do for the guy short of dying�
Yosef closed on the big man with his gun drawn while I weaved in and out of the crowds, trying to set myself up with a nice flanking position. Once I seen Yosef was close enough, I pulled my trigger and sent a casing to the ground. The crowds parted and I could see Yosef clearly firing on our mark with what seemed like pinpoint accuracy�but still, the guy wouldn�t fall, just stood there with his arms up covering his face. So I started unloading my clip, closing slowly on this huge man, firing with every step. We must have put at least ten rounds into his back and chest before Yosef got close enough to stick the barrel of his cannon against the guy�s head and popped him point blank in the temple. That was about the time I seen big-and-mean slap Yosef�s cannon away and crack Yosef in the jaw with a right hook�he must have flown twenty feet. Then that son of a bitch turned and looked at me, bullet holes bleeding like small rivers but still he just stood there. Then I seen it, a glint of metal where his skin had been blown away from his face. Fuckin wonderful I thought�we just tried to crease a full cyborg with burners.
I pulled my Walther up an started letting the shells fly while the robot just stood there with his hands over his eyes, �SEF HE AINT HUMAN! RUN MOTHER FUCKER!�
Poor Yosef, his jaw was busted, was just dangling there when he got to his feet, but he made his way to me. By that time the big guy had dropped his guard and was making his as well.
The cyborg let out a nasty war-cry as he quickly closed the distance between us, �I�m gonna chew you bitches! I�ll start with your fuckin toes!�
He�d be on us in a second, we�d both die, he�d beat the fuck out of us then torture us with those metal teeth of his, biting and chewing�eating us�wasn�t how I wanted to go. I made a quick and easy decision.
I steadied my aim on one of Yosef�s legs and blew a hole in his knee. After seeing him go down, I bolted an never looked back, not when I heard the screams of fear, or the blunt clap of metal against flesh. I�d survived, now all that�s left to do is go grab Yosef out the vats and disappear for a while.