Upstanding Citzens
The wall exploded into the wolf's face as another hail of automatic fire was sent down the narrow corridor. Instinctively he stuck
his MP5 around the corner and returned the favour blind. The old tube station had turned from a quiet run down block of concrete to
a warzone in just under two minutes.
The wolf looked over the narrow corridor at his teammate. The fox was kneeling inside a cutout firing an Uzi blindly down the corridor
trying his best to avoid any fire hitting his backpack. The wolf paused for a second.
'What the fuck is in there that they want so badly?' he thought before the fox saw him and screamed at him to get some fire down.
'Why the hell are we down here?' The wolf shouted.
'Because the fucking tube is still running and they ain't gonna want to harm any humans to get us! Our best bet to get out of here
is to get on the next fucking train!' Was the reply followed by another crack of gunfire on his much worn down cover.
The high pitched screech of a train echoed down the tunnel, silence fell on the once hellish warzone. A quiet voice entered the
wolf's ear, a whisper, he strained to make out of what he was saying, he unloaded the gun, still straining to make out the voice,
it was human obviously, he pulled another clip out of the vest,
'Fucking train, I can't hear shit' he muttered, then he made something out of the din.
'Now....'
He slapped the clip back into the gun and threw himself around the corner. A human wearing a respirator met his face, his eyes widening
as tried to bring his gun level to wolf's
'Too fucking slow mate...'
A barrage of gunfire was sent down the corridor cutting down anything foolish enough to stand. The wolf kept the trigger held in,
taking in the carnage, watching his former hunters drop in pieces in front of him, the recoil vibrating every part of his body.
The gun finally clicked dry.
'Fuck me. I knew you were a ruthless bastard' The fox muttered picking himself off the ground. The wolf's vest was covered in the
blood of the former human that had until a few seconds ago been standing in front of him, only now his vital organs and those of his comrades
were splattered across the brickwork of the corridor.
'Didn't think you were capable of that shit though' his voice trailed off as he surveyed the aftermath in front of him
The wolf lit up a smoke 'You mind telling what's in that fucking backpack yet?' He took a quick drag 'I don't remember cops chasing
after guys with stolen hard drives with fucking G36's!'
'Listen you fucking psycho! You just take your bloody orders and do the world some sort of fucking good for once! You're lucky to be
bloody alive right now, and after that fucking stunt you just pulled I'm not bloody surprised that half of London's finest are our on asses!'
The Wolf took another drag 'What bloody stunt?' turning around to board the train.
'Maybe pulling a fucking gun out in the middle of a crowed tube station!'
'You said we were taking too long' The humans backed away as the armed pair boarded the train.
'That's no fucking excuse! You still didn't have to fire off a mag into the crowd! What was wrong with aiming fucking upwards?"
The sound of a hammer being slid back ended the conversation. The pair slowly turned to face a human pointing a 44. magnum in
their direction.
'Drop em' He stammered 'Now you freaks'
The wolf slid the MP5 back into his hip.
'Oh fucking really?' A dry grin crossed his muzzle.
'I'm serious! Drop it!'
The wolf clicked the safety off. He went to squeeze the trigger before a body threw into the side of the carriage spraying the Wolf's
gun into a nervous crowd of passengers. Several rounds connected with the human pointing the Magnum blowing half of his chest through
his spine. He dropped like a sack. Blood streaming out of his mouth, his hands still clutching the pistol.
'You did it again you fucking...' A 44. slug pierced the fox's chest spraying the wolf in his partners blood. The human exhaled a
last breath and finally let go.
The fox slumped onto his partner. The wolf stared deeply into the fox dying eyes.
'C'mon, get up ya pussy' his tone became scared 'It's only a pistol wound'
The fox tryed to make out a laugh but ended coughing more blood up on his mate 'It was a pretty fucking big one though'
'There's no way your dying off that' The wolf's eyes started to water 'You can't fucking die now, after everything we just did'
The fox slumped the backpack onto the floor 'Take that three more stops down, You'll know who to give it to, just make sure it
gets there' His voice growing weaker 'Please, just make sure the pack stays undamaged' He exhaled and collapsed.
The wolf held him close, tears streaming down his muzzle 'Don't fucking die, you fucking can't die here, Please... Don't leave me'
He sat there with his dead partner held close in his arms, 'Please... Don't, You can't die'
Eventually he finally let go, closed the fox's wide eyes, kissed him on the cheek and picked up the pack 'Well, at least you finally
found peace'
He wiped his eyes on picked up the MP5 'You cunt's will fucking pay for this' anger rising in is voice.
He looked out of the window, the station was coming into view, he could make out the silhouettes of government troops lining the platform.
Assault rifles in the shoulder waiting for the final order.
'You are all Fucking dead!' He screamed cocking the gun.
The train slowly ground to a halt. Followed by the automatic beeping of the doors opening.
A voice rang out across the platform 'Watch your fire! There's still people on there'
The wolf slowly peered above a window, he was met by the sight of several heavily armed men, top of the range weapons, gear and Armour.
'This isn't gonna be bloody easy' He muttered 'better make the first move'
He jumped up in full view of the armed figures and sprayed a prolonged burst into the line. They were caught off guard and dived for the
nearest bit of cover they could find. The wolf started tracking one moving across the platform towards the nearby pillar. He flicked the
rifle into his shoulder and took a steady breath, watching the target bounce up and down as he sprinted for dear life, he took up the slack,
target was nearly in cover, he loosed off a round with a quick tug of the trigger.
The human was taken completely off balance as the bullet ripped through the side of his neck, he tumbled and slid across the floor leaving a red
smear. He was dead before he stopped.
The other humans had regained themselves, sending several volleys of fire down on to the train carriage. The wolf dived to the floor and started crawling
bits of glass and metal were flying all over the carriage and the constant crack of bullets was deaning.
The leader dived through the door,pistol in hand. The wolf grabbed him by the neck and hurled him to floor, unholsetering his own Glock.
The human swung out with his foot, connecting with the wolfs muzzle, knocking him off balance. The wolf regained his focus in time to
dodge another hit. The human launched himself at the wolf, both interlocked, pistols barked wildly until the wolf wrestled the human
to the floor. His pistol stuck firmly under his chin. He looked down at his chest to see a Desert Eagle leaning into it. The Wolf
yanked the trigger. A dry click followed, the human grinned, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and took up the slack of his trigger.