Post by Tobias Wayne on Apr 27, 2016 14:13:41 GMT -5
“The Irish do not want anyone to wish them well; they want everyone to wish their enemies ill.”
The early morning had brought the Irishman up and in a good mood, but what comes with a good mood so early was a hunger that made his belly rumble. Tobias with his hunting rifle and trusty motorcycle, Emma, rolled out into the woods for a scrape of food. Rabbit stew was on the menu!
He'd left the chain link fence open just in case the farmhouse crew came to see him, that was rare to leave such a prize open but he knew he'd be gone no longer than an hour. However when the irish are away the bandits come to play. The allotted hour turned into two hours when he came rumbling back up the road but a truck brought caution to his mind ad he stopped just shy of two hundred yards from the entrance.
Leaving the hunting rifle and the two skinned rabbit he pulled out his pistols from Nolan. With his back against the old wall he peaked in and saw two armed men, one black and one white. They were pulling gas from a reservation he hadn't noticed until now.
"Fuckers," he whispered under his breath and stepped around the corer guns up, "Stop righ' there ye'fuckers of treachery!"
The two men turned with their own weapons drawn and the white man yelled back, "Fuck you prick!"
They opened fire and each shot either hit the ground by his feet or beside him! The rush of the action turned him on and he smiled as each of his shots landed. The first two slugs hit the black man in the chest and neck, he was dead before he hit the ground. The black man was hit in the legs and in the gut. He grunted dropping his weapkn amd himself.
Tobias stalked over to the man and stood over him, "I know shits gon' tah hell but never steal from a Irishman."
"Fuck y-," the man tried to come off as a badass but two shots to his head made him a dead man. Replacing the guns in his custom holsters Tobias grabbed them by their ankles and drug them to a corner.
It was never easy living in a junkyard, well for thieves.
The early morning had brought the Irishman up and in a good mood, but what comes with a good mood so early was a hunger that made his belly rumble. Tobias with his hunting rifle and trusty motorcycle, Emma, rolled out into the woods for a scrape of food. Rabbit stew was on the menu!
He'd left the chain link fence open just in case the farmhouse crew came to see him, that was rare to leave such a prize open but he knew he'd be gone no longer than an hour. However when the irish are away the bandits come to play. The allotted hour turned into two hours when he came rumbling back up the road but a truck brought caution to his mind ad he stopped just shy of two hundred yards from the entrance.
Leaving the hunting rifle and the two skinned rabbit he pulled out his pistols from Nolan. With his back against the old wall he peaked in and saw two armed men, one black and one white. They were pulling gas from a reservation he hadn't noticed until now.
"Fuckers," he whispered under his breath and stepped around the corer guns up, "Stop righ' there ye'fuckers of treachery!"
The two men turned with their own weapons drawn and the white man yelled back, "Fuck you prick!"
They opened fire and each shot either hit the ground by his feet or beside him! The rush of the action turned him on and he smiled as each of his shots landed. The first two slugs hit the black man in the chest and neck, he was dead before he hit the ground. The black man was hit in the legs and in the gut. He grunted dropping his weapkn amd himself.
Tobias stalked over to the man and stood over him, "I know shits gon' tah hell but never steal from a Irishman."
"Fuck y-," the man tried to come off as a badass but two shots to his head made him a dead man. Replacing the guns in his custom holsters Tobias grabbed them by their ankles and drug them to a corner.
It was never easy living in a junkyard, well for thieves.