Friday, April 29, 2005

   Nougat: Origins (Chapter IX)
[I would have started writing this 107 minutes earlier, but Blade Trinity was due back before 11pm last night . . . that said, it's pretty upsetting in my opinion . . . I mean come on! Headphones during a fistfight?! Oh Mary Camden, how your logic has gone to poop . . . not that I mind, of course, me loves the bad movies . . . . . sorta . . . anyway, we have a gunfight to get through . . .]


Flint and Nougat composed themselves behind one side of the bays of crates while the drug dealers began firing volleys of pistol rounds into the other.
"Sarge, I'm so sorry!" Nougat kept repeating as the concussion of gunshots beat on their chests through the air.
"You'll be more sorry if we don't make it out!" Flint replied. He grabbed the shaken officer and took them down along the back wall of the warehouse. As they neared the next opening between the crates, Flint ducked his head under his arm momentarily. "If you guys didn't figure it out yet, the heat is on!" he shouted into the concealed microphone strapped to his armpit.

"Those ERT asshats better hurry up . . ." he said before readying himself. "Alright, we dash across the gap, put some bullets into them, and keep going. Ready?" Nougat nodded and raised his firing arm. "Go!"

The two officers, shouting, sidestepped briskly across the fairly wide gap between the crates and fired quickly into the crowd in the center of the warehouse; a retaliatory burst pounded the wall behind the gap soon after they crossed it.
"I think I got one," Flint said, grinning. "You?"
"One," Nougat answered as he swallowed quickly.
"Good man," Flint replied before leading them further in the wide circle around the long bays of boxes. The young constable could barely register the chaos of the situation as gunfire tore its way through various points in their wood and cardboard cover.

As the two officers came upon the second corner, they were greeted with the line of bays that pressed directly against the back wall.
"Well, this sucks," Flint muttered though only audible to himself in the noisy warehouse. Seeing the situation grow worse, Nougat continued to apologise despite his superior officer's reprimands.
"Alright, shaddup for a sec," Flint ordered while he quickly looked around. "Okay, you move further over to that end of the wall, and when . . ."

The sergeant was cut off by a bullet that blasted through the box in front of him, embedding in the brick next to his head. As he ducked back from the narrow miss, he quickly kicked Nougat away from himself, back along the wall they had just gone past.
"Sunuva . . . . . Noug'!" He called out, "when I say go, kick yourself a firing slot! We're ending this now!"
"I'm set!" Nougat called back as he readied himself behind a bay of what seemed to be boxes of plastic lawn statues, taking several deep breaths and ignoring the various bullets crashing into the wall around him.
"Tear 'em up!" Flint cried out.

Nougat took another deep breath and kicked hard at the base of the boxes. Directly in his sight before him, he spotted two gunmen - one reloading his weapon, another turning his attention to the fallen boxes. Without any hesitation Nougat fired two rounds at both gunmen, knocking them both backwards into the far bays. As the men fell, the warehouse echoed one last time and went eerily quiet.

Nougat quickly stepped out from the space he had just created and saw Flint stepping out of his. He then turned to the men in the middle of the warehouse; not a single one of them was firing a gun anymore. The officers ran out and found five downed gunmen strewn about in various positions.
"Okay, there were way more than just five guys in here, weren't there?" Nougat asked in between hard breaths.
"Poor bastards," Flint said, "this is why I would never bring up the rear in a getaway."
"The others got away?!"
"Well, they sure as crap ain't here, that's for sure."

Nougat shook his head harshly after asking such a blatant question.
"Alright," Flint said to him, another grin smeared across his face. "let's try to nab 'em before the ERT chokes 'em off. Nougat put on a grin of his own and the two of them ran out the door into the small office area at the front of the building, ready for anything.

Nougat's passage through the door was interrupted abruptly as two gunshots rang out the moment Flint entered the office. The horrified constable tried to slow his momentum as he watched Flint collapsing to the side of the door, though to no avail - he skidded into the room and barely had time to duck under the third shot that came from right around the corner.

As Nougat slid into the room, he reached to his side frantically, taking a hold of the man's shooting arm and wrenched at it as hard as he could from his position. The constable did not have the energy to do it, and was quickly met with a knee to the back of his head. Nougat grunted as he fell forward hard, but did not let up and rolled quickly as the man fired three more rounds into the floor. Once Nougat was on his back looking up, he saw his chance: the slide on the man's pistol was locked back.

The young, tired officer yelled our a long cry and propelled himself with his hands off the ground and directly at the lone dealer. Nougat's left hand found the collar of the man's jacket and grasped hard; his right clenched into a fist and raked across the man's chin, bringing them both back to the ground with its momentum. Still holding the crook down, Nougat quickly propped himself up on his knee and threw another punch at the man's face.
"You bastard!" He growled as each blow connected.
He landed another blow - for going where he wasn't needed or wanted.
He landed another - for endangering the situation with his foolishness.
He landed another - for letting Flint take that last bullet . . .

Nougat cried out once again as three more haymakers drilled down into the bloodied criminal. Before he could land another, the crook kicked up with his legs and hit across the back of Nougat's head. The officer fell forward once again and the man hastily got up and dashed for the door.

Flint grabbed the man by the ankle as he hopped over him, bringing the crook back to the ground face-first.
"Nice try," the sergeant said wryly as he rolled and took hold with his other hand as well. The crook began kicking frantically, and with a flurry of movement kicked free of Flint's grasp and quickly made his way out the front door.

Nougat, who had used the brief tussle for time to get back up, hoisted the groaning sergeant back up to his feet.
"Flint," he said, "I . . ."
"Save it," Flint replied quickly, "we gotta catch that bastard . . . he's the boss!"

Once back out into the night air, the officers heard sirens and other similar noises all around them; the ERT units were closing in around them. The escaping thug, clearly dazed from Nougat's assault, ran from the warehouse with all his strength. As such, it took little to get the equally battered Flint and Nougat to give chase.
"Noug', I'm gonna tell you this now," Flint said as they ran, "you are going to love - to love - body armour like your own mother!" Despite all the danger and trouble the two had gone through, they both laughed briefly.
"I'll keep it in mind . . . but man, I seriously thought you had had it," Nougat confessed.
"Phah! Gonna take a helluva lot more than a few bullets to take me down!" the sergeant proclaimed.

The chase continued for another minute, and though the ERT units were definitely closing in, they were still off from completely closing off the area. As well, the ringleader of the crooks was not losing his pace at all - his energy coming solely from his own sheer will. Still fairly far away, Nougat swore in disbelief as the crook leaped at a fence between two buildings and made his way over it.
"How the . . ." he stuttered out. Flint glanced over at Nougat and knew instantly that the young officer's part in the chase was over - he was gasping hard enough as it was, and looked to be on the verge of falling over at any moment.


"Noug'," Flint spoke, "thanks for softening him up for me. Stay here and wait for the ERT guys."
"To hell with that!" Nougat replied, "I can't let you . . ."
"I'm still the pharoah, new guy," the sergeant shot back; Nougat went silent and his feet stopped moving.

Flint glanced over to the direction the ringleader was running, and back to Nougat. "I'll get him, don't worry . . . . . and after I bag him, you can bring the chainsaw." As Flint began to turn back to the chase, the line rang true through Nougat's mind.
"Only if you bring the beer!" he replied, finishing off the lines. Flint turned back to his officer one last time, smiled and nodded, and charged over the fence.

Nougat dropped to his knees once again, breathing raspily. Hearing a clatter of noise behind him, the constable turned around and saw serveral ERT members approach him . . . . . he turned his head back in the direction of the fence and the pathway behind it . . .


[Don'cha just love violence? And yet, there's no 'real' profanity or nudity/sexuality! What on earth do we rate this thing?! Nyah hah hah . . .]
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