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Birthday Blues / Tale One |
| The 3D weapon above was created by Mikael Bowellan. I do 3D as part of my living, but this was better than any weapon I've ever designed. Credit where credit is due - this is great work! |
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Birthday Blues / Tale One |
| The 3D weapon above was created by Mikael Bowellan. I do 3D as part of my living, but this was better than any weapon I've ever designed. Credit where credit is due - this is great work! |
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Reaver was toasted, the tricked-out Harley beneath him was running fine, but all-in-all, for a birthday - today had really sucked. With Flame out of town to visit her sister in Milwaukee & most of the brothers down in Texas for the nationals, he'd have had to celebrate alone if he hadn't found a Halloween party going down at the park. Heading the 80" toward home, he figured he'd just kick back, watch a little tube & enjoy the buzz he'd picked up at the party. Pulling into his driveway, he couldn't help but feel the wash of pride he always felt when he looked at the new house. Flame and he had scrimped and saved for years, putting off everything from new cars to engine rebuilds for the Harley to come up with the cash, but it had been well worth the trouble. It was home. As he shut down the Hog's engine and started to run the Krypton lock through her rear mag, he caught motion in the corner of his eye - like a curtain moving in the living room window. Couldn't be, though, Flame was out of town... He caught it again, a faint motion at the window, like someone moving the curtain to peek outside. Someone was in his fuckin' house! There had been serious trouble with one of the bigger, out-of-state clubs a year or so ago, it hadn't ended until both sides had gotten tired of the killings and funerals. It was possible that they'd heard somehow that all the brothers were out of town and figured he'd be an easy ice. They might be right. With no reason to pack, and no reason to risk a CCW beef, he hadn't taken anything with him when he headed out tonight. The closest weapon was the Ruger Mini-14 hidden behind the coats in the front hallway - if he could get to it before they got to him. He figured his best bet was to keep them guessing, take his time locking up the hog, stagger up to the front door like he was totally drunk, keep 'em confident, thinking he'd go down easy. With the lock engaged, he straightened up, then started weaving his way to the door bobbing & weaving, bitching loudly each time he tripped. He saw the curtain move again, then fall back into place. It looked like they were buying it! When he finally got to the door, he spent a while fumbling noisily with the key, first as he fished them out of his pocket, then again as he tried repeatedly to get the key into the lock. "Better not over play it", he thought & twisted the key, allowing the door to fall partly open. Damn, he could hear quiet motion & whispers behind the living room door at the other end of the hallway. It sounded like there were several of them! Stepping in through the door, he headed toward the hall closet, mumbling loudly to himself for their benefit. If he could just get his hands on the weapon, he stood a chance. Still mumbling to himself, he pulled open the closet door and pushed aside the coats. Yes! It was still there, the airheads obviously hadn't searched the house before hunkering down to wait on him. They'd pay for that mistake... With the Mini-14 in one hand, he rooted around in the rear of the closet for the two taped together 30 round magazines he stored with the carbine, finding them quickly, then coughing to cover up the noise of them sliding home. Another hacking cough covered the sound of the slide coming back to feed a round into the chamber. Armed now, Reaver looked down the hall at the living room door and smiled. |
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