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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Mr.Mustard on January 17, 2011, 11:55:26 AM
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In this topic I'm looking for Brave rangers to help bring down the infamous Texas Red
here are the rules:
1) this is a Wild West role play, if you're confused...
2) We're all on the same side here
3) Please, no "super weapons" (lasers, assault rifles, rocket launchers)
This is the Old West here....
4) act in character, contact me if you have a problem/suggestion
*Mustard rides into the small town of Lorado one dusty dawn. The town is nearly deserted, ravaged by the infamous outlaw Texas Red. Only those poor or Stupid enough to risk it remain. Mustard climbs off of his horse, and thumbs the heavy weight on his thigh. He has a personal debt to settle against Texas Red, but he never speaks of it. He tips his hat back, scouring the ransacked town for signs of life. "Anybody alive out there?" he calls.*
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"yea, but weather both of us are leavin' that way depends on you." said a tall lace monitor walking out of the saloon with a winchester on his back and his two revolvers holstered under his sand coloured coat. "the name's max, but everyone calls me serpington, or serp for short." he said looking over the stranger with a scaly grin from under the rim oh his sand coloured hat.
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Mustard removes his hat as a sign of respect. "Pleasure to meet you. Would you happen to be a resident of this here town?" He asks, shaking paws with Serp. He Replaces his hat, and waits for Serp to reply.
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serp calmly removed his hat and shook the strangers hand. "Na, just a passer through. a hunter to be more specific." he said returning his hat to its place on his bald head and started walking inside. "I'm after a bandit who goes by Texas red. you know of him?"
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Mustard follows Serp into the empty saloon. "heard of him? I happen to be after him, myself..." He notices the bartender, skeletally thin and desperate looking. Taking a seat, he asks Serp, "You a Sharpshooter, Partner? I noticed your rifle..."
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"i would say ask the last few people stupid enough to try and run but they don't talk much anymore." he joked sitting down. "so you a bounty hunter to or just out for some payback? cos ether way i could use a good partner. the last one got greedy and in an attempt to escape with some bandits loot got hit by a train...the irony is that he always loved 'em.
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"A little bit of both, my friend. I've worked as a bounty hunter with the Arizona Rangers for around 15 years now. When I saw Texas Red's bounty poster, I took the chance while it was open. I have a bit of a... personal debt against him..." Mustard looks toward the bartender again, and as he does, Serp notices a burn in the shape as an R on his neck.
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"i assume that's where that brand came from. well the offers there, work with me and we have a better chance of getting him." serp said looking at a painting that caught his eye while taking a sip from his half full class.
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"I'll ride till yonder road runs out," Mustard agreed, ignoring the brand remark. "Why would you happen to be after Texas Red?" But before the words fully leave his lips, a group of hardened, serious men enter the small bar. "You owe us, Cecil," the apparent leader calls to the bartender, "And it's time to pay your debts." Mustard recognizes the men as being a part of Red's Posse, and waits for serp to give the signal to attack.
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"now why did you have to disturb my fine day. but rather than recking the fine bar and possibly killing your debt. out side of town ten minutes, you five vs me and my friend here if he's feeling up to it." the group reluctantly left after accepting the challenge. "and to answer your question, i was hired by the town to clean up for them. so you up to the challenge?" he asked before finishing his drink.
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"Time to clean up this town... Mighty fine place to start, if you ask me..." Mustard states, as he checks the Big Iron slung on his hip. "I feel obliged to warn you, these men are pretty high ranking officials... Some of the meanest bastards you'll ever lay your eyes on... They aren't going to go down easy." Mustard turns to the bartender, and asks, "What debts do you owe Texas Red?" The bartender replies, "I had some gambling debts... Borrowed money from the wrong people... I've been trying to pay them back for 10 years now..."
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"i have a plan for taking these five down. I'll take them head on, make it look like I'm the only one there then quite simply you come up behind them and we hit them from both sides. it's simple but effective."
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"Agreed... They may be big, but they're dumb..." Mustard replied, exiting the saloon with Serp. With 20 year's service in the Rangers, he knew a good plan when he saw one. "The five-on-two might be a problem... One of them is bound to notice their colleagues dropping, and look for the gunman..."
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"but that's the good thing where our fight will take place theres only one spot that they could defend from the two of us, and that's going to be a death trap against these." he smiled grabbing out a small stick of dynamite from his horse's pack. "and that's only if they get there, cos if they take cover from me they become a target for you and vise versa. so shall we go teach these outlaws not to mess with us."
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"The road to redemption is paved with bodies," Mustard stated, rolling a cigarette, "Lets just make sure they're theirs, not ours." Mustard Circled the saloon, deviating away from the showdown grounds, as he removed his revolver from it's holster.
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serp rode to the showdown where the group was waiting "i see you thinkthis is going to be easy?" "they'll be over in no time!" laughed one of the bandits. "three, two, one......draw!" max called diving for cover behind a rock as seven rounds flew though where he had been. <i knew it, this should work perfectly.> he thought as more shots rang out and a body fell to the ground. he took this opportunity to draw one of his revolvers and start firing at the four remaining thugs.
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Mustard Watches the carnage ensue from a perch on top of the water tower. When Serp dive behind a rock, he notices that the thugs are distracted, and takes the opportunity to pick off a straggler in the back. After another second or two, Mustard fires at and misses one of the thugs. "Shit! There's two of them!" he yells to his comrades.
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max heard the bandit "shit! there's two of them!" "knowing our trick is one thing, stoping us is another." he smiled launching between two rocks shoting at least two of them, one in the leg the other in the hip.
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Mustard Watched from his perch as two of the bandits fell. Seeing his chance, Mustard quickly jumped from the tower the the roof of the saloon, creating further confusion for the final bandit.
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the round was over soon after that, max started walking back towards the saloon while reloading his modified colt's. "and you were worried!" he called to his new partner. "never did catch your name, mind telling me over some more whisky?"
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"Be my Pleasure..." Mustard stated, unhooking a bowie knife from the belt of one of the fallen officers, "Officer James Mustard's the name."
Mustard followed Serp into the bar, making note of the R shaped burns on each of the bandit's necks.
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"Cecil, two on me. and you don't have to worry about those five anymore." he smiled looking around the dark bar, over in the back corner were two townsfolk playing cards, watching the hunters cautiously. "so officer Mustard, got a story behind the rank?" he asked as the bartender handed the two a class of whisky each.
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"Well, my story's a long one... I grew up in Agrua Fria, Texas. When I was 15 yeas old, I got a job rustlen Cattle. One day, I was out in the fields, when Texas Red's boys came ridin in, looking for trouble. To me, and my young and stupid mind, it looked fun and excitin... So I joined up with read's posse. It was only after they branded me that I realized I made a huge mistake... Merciless bastards, is what they are... Spent five years killin families... Then I realized that it wasn't a good life to live. So, I ditched the thugs. Two years later, I had raised a family, and had a little one on the way... Apparently word had gotten to them that I was still alive, and they were mighty pissed that I abandoned the gang... So, one night, I had finished dinner, and was gettin ready to sleep, when I was hit over the head with something heavy... The next thing I remember was waking up in the cornfields, and lookin on the remains of my house and family... They killed my Anne, so I'm going to kill them... Eye for an Eye, Right?"
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"sounds like a hard life, I'm not going to fake like i know where your coming from. i come from a wealthy family with land and anything else a man would need to live a peaceful life. but i craved excitement and adventure and felt like being rebellious, so i found the job my parents would hate the most that would get me out and about, so here i am." serp smiled over the rim of his now half empty class.
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"Say, you're a mighty fine sharpshooter... Have you ever given thought to joining the Rangers?" Mustard propositioned, looking at his still-full glass. "Great adventure to be found there, and bringing the law to lowlife scum has it's own rewards..."
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"yea, this is my last job before i join them. how about you?"
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"I joined after recuperating from the fractures skull I got curtsey of Red... I wanted revenge for my family, and I figured, 'with my experience and hankering for justice, I'd be the perfect candidate'... So, I joined the Rangers. Graduated top of my platoon, and spent 20 years waiting for the right information to come up... It finally did about a week ago... Double Agent told us that Red was hiding out in Lorado, so I high-tailed it here... Best, and maybe only, chance I'll ever get to bring Red to date..." Mustard stood, his vertebra cracking. "I warn you, its going to be tough. Two men versus a virtual Army..."
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yea but we've got an advantage. brains." max stood and grabed his hat and walked out of the saloon, he mounted his horse and waited for james.
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After Max left, James walked to Cecil. "I know these men, And they'll be back. Take this," James stated, handing the Bowie knife to the frail bartender. "If they do show up, wait for them to turn around, and hit 'em with this. It's not much, but its something." Mustard left the bar, and saddled up next to hid new partner.
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"so, lets get going, their hideout is to the north. we should ride to the Northeast to try and come around behind their base." he started to ride out of town smiling. "and as for what you said about the path being paved with body's. on the way back we should rip up that road for the extra rewards." he smirked looking back at James.
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"I picked these up a few days ago... Might come in handy..." Mustard stated, uncovering .44 caliber bullets. "Phosphorous coating. Bursts into flame on contact. Excellent for causing chaos and confusion. I picked up a map from one of the officers, and it appears that Texas Red has managed to get his hands on some heavy artillery..." Mustard reviled the map, marking the locations of cannon pits.
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"looks like we have our first target then, lets get going to that first gun. well make the next plan from there."
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"Shall we wait 'till night?" Mustard asked, studying the map. "It'll lower our chances of being smashed by hunks of iron..."
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"good point. you can chose the camp site on the way"
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James and Max rode on, Finally deciding on a small cave as their camp. Mustard, starting a fire, looks to max and asks, "You say you grew up in a wealthy family... Where did you learn to shoot?"
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"butlers brother Theo used to be a bounty hunter, he taught me everything he knew. he was more like a father to me than anything else." he said siting down next to the fire and pulling our some jerky.
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"I see..." Mustard replied, sharpening his knife. He couldn't help but feel there was more to this mysterious stranger, be decided to probe no further. He loaded his revolver with the Phosphorous bullets, and laid to wait for nightfall.
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the rest of the day went slowly, nightfall finally aproached as max finished readying the two horses. "hay mustard, it's almost time to go. you ready?"
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"As ready as I'll ever be..." James replied, finding his hat and weapons. He saddled up the ready horses, and prepared for the challenges ahead. "I hope you know how to use that rifle..." James called to Max.
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"here's your prof." he smirked riding off ahead. he pulled out a small flip book made of wanted posters and bound by three metal rings, all but one had a cross through the picture. he threw the booklet over to mustard and kept riding slowly
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"So you're the sharpshooter that took down Marshall Thornsbull..." James noted, flipping through the thick book. He remembered hearing a report about Thornsbull being shot from 600 yards away. The assassin was never caught, but had a ceremony held in the assassin's honor. He himself had attended.
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"yea, at the time i had no idea who the guy was at first. i was at that ceremony, nice people, nice food." he said not slowing down "still got my old rifle, and the marked cases. it might sound odd but i kind of have this habit of marking a bullet so each target gets hit by a bullet with their name on it." max said patting a long pouch attached to the saddle then pulling out an ammo strap full of casings bar one bullet engraved with a small 'R'. he pulled the round out of it's spot and threw it over to James, "you deserve it, use it wisely."
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"Thank you, my friend... The first pit is just ahead... Shall you do what you do best? The way I figure it, if you hide in those mountains over there, you can pick them off without being seen or heard... I'll use the Phosphorus Rounds to cause a fire, drawing them into your line of sight..."
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"see you when the jobs done." he rode ahead quickly and found a perfect vantage point. he pulled out the prototype rifle, 5 foot long, bolt action, a stand forged onto the barrel not far from a primitive silencer, wooden shoulder rest with burnt in tribal designs and a primitive scope. "thank you uncle Theo." he loaded the first clip of five rounds and waited. "it's all on you mustard."
((thought i would add to the mystery surrounding the butlers brother Theo.))
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"See you when the job's done." Max told James before riding into the mountains. James dismounted his horse, and drew his knife from his sheath. Creeping down the hillside, James noticed the first patrol. 2 men, burly as weightlifters, sitting in a makeshift camp. James decided better to not risk being exposed, and crept around the camp. Once around, he sneaked through the bushes, trying not to be seen. With the Pit in view, James drew his phosphorous-loaded pistol, and fired a quick shot in the direction of the camp he saw earlier. He sat in the bushes until he saw flames leaping between the branches, and heard the panicked yells of the sentry's. With the Diversion under way, James walked, almost casually, and stuffed a bag of grain and sand into each of the cannons. On his way out of the base, he spotted a cart with something big and blocky, covered in a tarp. He made his way back to the makeshift camp, taking his time to examine the remains. Taking a Sawn-Off Shotgun, he made his way back to the horse.
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Drake stumbled out of the still flaming camp. Damn, he thought, was it really worth it coming here all the way from Maryland?
Sure he acted like a local of the West, but he was still a city boy at heart. Drake kept walking, trying to shield the image of the burning camp from his mind's eye. Sure they were outlaws, but did they really deserve such a death? No matter. He kept walking, now if only he could find a horse and get on with his life...
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max saw the fire start. "time to shine." he fired, the shot ringing out like five snare drums getting hit at once with a loud 'click clack' between the first and second shot. quickly finishing the two sentry's. he turn his attention to the pit and watched over James killing anyone that popped up before James even had a Chance to noticed them. once done he packed up, grabbing the empty casings and riding down to the pit after packing the rifle away. "you with them?" he asked another stranger walking away from the burning camp.
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"no sir, no I am not!" Drake appealed to Max's sympathy. "I was just an innocent caught up in their game!"
As a last attempt at proving his harmlessness, he whipped out his revolvers and set them on the ground in front of them. "Now we ain't gonna have no trouble are we?" Drake inquired
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James, on his way back to the horses, noticed one of the sentry's he had seen earlier. Quickly tackling him, James brought his face up to the bandit's. "You listen, and you listen good. I aint gonna take no shit from a lowlife like you, so you better give me answers, and fa- Drake?"
James had finally realized who the man was. Drake, the informant who had led him to Lorado in the first place. James released his grip, apologizing. "Hell, I apologize... Didn't recognize you, pal..."
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"Came on like a ton of bricks, you did" Drake stood up and brushed himself off. So maybe his speech was still a bit posh, but he wasn't an Easterner anymore..
He smartly picked up his discarded revolvers and turned to Mustard. "now then! you're going to fill me in on what the hell is going on, how 'bout that?"
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"Well, I made it to Lorado, just like you suggested, and met this fine sharpshooter there... His name's Max. Got into a little trouble at the local saloon, and managed to take out a squad of officers. One of them had a map with these cannon pits, so we decided to clear them out first. Now we're on our way to pick up an asset. You still got those phosphorous bullets I gave you?" Max explained, reloading his pistol and dusting himself off.
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" 'course I do!" Drake flipped out a revolver and spun it around. God was he ever so fond of of showing off his revolvers. They were his pride and joy..
"Now explain this asset? Sounds like a mess o' fun!"
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"You ever hear of a Gatling gun? 120 rounds a second... And you don't even have to cock it..." Mustard said, fantasizing about the tool of destruction.
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"Sure as hell I have! Down South heard a little rumor 'bout a Texas Ranger who owned one, 'course that guy is six feet under now... and you say you know where 'bouts we can find this thing?"
Drake felt the excitement of the coming chase growing in him. This was his chance to finally own the fabled Gatling, then the entire West would respect him!
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"Did you happen to see a wagon being pulled in, with something large covered in a tarp?" James yelled back happily. He knew that if Red had his hands on the gun, this war would not end well.
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"yeah," breathed Drake, "but they wouldn't let me hardly see any of it. like they suspected I was a damn traitor, guess they were right..." he looked back at the burning camp.
"But this Red guy, if he's still alive then that could mean disaster, if needed I'll kill him myself," Drake's voice turned angry
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"so we're going after it and him? well at least their's three of us now. your lucky i didn't see you from the mountain. you seem to love those guns, here's my most prized possession." he pulled out the large black rifle and showed it to drake and James.
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Drake took it in his hands.
"such artistry...." he muttered as he ran his hands along the black barrel. Max took it back from him, Drake held on to it for a second, not wanting to let it go...
"so where is this Red guy now?"
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"From what I've acquired, he's somewhere under these mountains..." Mustard stated, a far-off look in his eyes.
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"we should get going, this little victory will attract attention." max said putting away the rifle and mounting his horse.
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"Good point," Mustard said, snapping out of it. "Let's get the Gatling Gun and get out of here..."
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Drake perked up at once.
"wait...during my travels with those outlaws, I overheard one night one of those fools shooting his mouth off about an opening to an old mine. What I discerned from the conversation was that the mine's entrance is located near a waterfall on the mountain's West side"
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"well lets get a horse to pull that cart and scope it out. worst comes to worst we kill a few on our way." max said looking around for some more horses. "we'll ride in shifts. first up drake can ride my mount, James you get to keep yours for now and I'll ride the cart. we'll switch out later. sound good?"
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"Agreed... These men are basically in control of a small army. If we decide to charge in guns-a-blazing, we're just going to get gunned down..." James replied, observing the Gatling Gun's ammo box. "I have an Idea... If you hide your face with a bandanna, Drake can ride the Wagon inside. You two can ride right in. They'll recognize me at sight, so I'll have to hide. If I take the Ammo out of this box, I'll be able to fit in it, and can be 'transported' inside... This sound like a plan?"
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"it's a plan, not sure on how suicidal but it might work." he smiled helping take out the amunition. "so are we takeing this?" he held up a section of the long belt.
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"We need somewhere to keep it..." James stated, "Anyone got an extra satchel?" James examined the crate in witch he would be trapped in a couple of hours. The box was large, but may take some adjustment to fit into with his weapons. After using a few extra boxes to expand the crate, James climbed in, sealing his fate. "Only put in 2 nails, so I can bust out in the right moment..."
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Drake looked up from the smoking pipe he had lit. "We have to get to the mine before dark or else we'll lose our way," he remarked in an urgent voice. "We can sleep in the mine without the gang knowing we're there, but we gotta get a move on before one of us trips and breaks a leg in the dark!"
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"sounds good, lets get going." max started setting up the horses and getting everything set on the cart. "drake your up here with the rains, i'll be next to you to make sure....he doesn't come loose. let's get moving."
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"Hay, Max..." came a muffled voice from the back "I think it's time to hide... I have a feeling we're near... Drake, Tell the guards that you're the sole survivor of the Cannon Pit fire, and have something interesting for Texas Red. After that, the Guards should take me to Red... If I remember correctly, he inspects all packages himself. Max, when you hear hell starting to break loose, hop up and start up the Gatling. With all the havoc breaking out, we might be able to make an easy escape..."
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Drake approached the guards. He decided to be a bit congenial. "cigarette fellahs?" he offered. The guards grunted in confirmation and they all lit up.
"So listen buddy, I got this guy I found near Cannon Pit, I survived the fire and I believe that Red would be quite interested.."
Drake swallowed, there he was acting all posh again. Inexcusable.
The guards signaled for Drake to proceed
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James shifted so he could see out of one of the breathing holes. Drake was approaching the second set of guards.
"You! What's in the box?" the first guard yelled. "Uh..." drake replied, at a loss for words. "Wait, this is the... weapon we ordered. I'll take that." The second guard replied, taking the box from Drake, knocking James hard against the side of the box. "Texas Red sees all shipments himself." The second guard looked at drake. "Come, there's coffee and rum in the break room. You look like you've been through hell..."
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max layed down on the other side of the cart when they reached the cheakpiont. "and what am i supposed to do?" he asked siting back up then seeing the guard holding the box containing mustard. "i'll help you carry that if you want, looks heavy."