The Life - Outlaw Bikers

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Sid got back up. "I'm getting too old for this. Damn it. You took your time." Sid thought he should shoot all these . Instead he spat blood on floor. He looked for his beer. He could've sure used a drink. He couldn't find it - must've been knocked off the counter. "Damn it." Sid really wanted a drink. "Lets get the hell outta here. Because the next round's gonna be in the dozens." Sid thought for a sec. "Probably a good time to head back home to Junction City. These guys are going to want revenge." They headed towards the door.

 

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Bit stood on her tip toes behind the bar to look out into the angry crowd for any sign of Jess. Jess liked to get involved in brawls, but she could quickly see this one raging out of hand. She spied the woman in the back of the crowd, desperately trying to watch the beat down occurring. She settled back onto her feet and looked at the bartender, who looked at her and shrugged. She looked back at the fight, as the Desperado being kicked on the floor was shouting something about a gun. Her stomach knotted at the thought.


The oncoming assault shifted in dynamics as Crank became the bigger threat of the two. Sid, was left where he lay, as the fighting Pythons all focused on Crank. More Pythons shouted encouragement to the four fighting with Crank, as several more members were now stood nearby, picking up chairs and bloodlust was starting to overtake them all. It looked like the second Desperado was going to make it for the door, and try to coax his companion to join, but several of the Pythons moved to bar the path.

 

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Crank looked on as more Pythons tried to block the door. "Weren't there seven of them a minute ago?", he thought, thoroughly surprised. Seeing the the rage boiling in the remaining Python's eyes, he thought "not this is getting out of hand". He disengaged and followed Sid to the center of the room, drawing his knife. He just had to secure himself and Sid; nobody would be shot unless his life depended on it. One of the dimmer Pythons charged at him with a chair, and Crank slashed him across the chest.

 

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Sid grabbed the nearest chair and crashed it on one of the Pythons attacking him and Crank. He grabbed the next Python and punched him in the face six or seven times, he kicked the third attacker in the groin, constantly making way towards the door. It would be better if they wouldn't have to shoot anyone this day.

 

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Bit watched the events unfold, shaking her head as the Pythons blocked the two from exiting. This was getting out of hand, and apparently one of the two men thought so as well, as he drew a knife out, slashing it at Loopy as the Python rushed in swinging a chair. She heard one of the Pythons state, "Wow you two are stupid. Bringing a knife to a gun fight."

She strained to see more over the Pythons who were gathering themselves up in front of her. She did see several drawing guns in response to the Desperado pulling a knife. She shook her head and ducked down behind the bar again sighing.

 

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Sid saw several Pythons drawing guns. "Crank!" Sid pulled both his pistols. "Who wants to die first?" The fight suddenly stopped with the Pythons and Desperados facing each other. Sid sighed. "Cool off now ladies. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can let us walk out the door and nobody gets killed or we can shoot all of you and still walk out of the door. So what's it gonna be?"

 

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Bit looked around at the suddenly hushed bar. It was a real Mexican standoff type situation. Beating the ever living daylights out of somebody was one thing. Killing was a completely different matter. She looked at the two Desperados slowly backing toward the door, while the Pythons seemed to be considering the matter carefully.

She saw the bartender off to the side, and mostly not being watched by anybody, pull a sawed-off shotgun from underneath the bar and lift it toward the two men backing toward the door. She shouted, "No! They're leaving!" Several Pythons looked in the direction of the sudden shout and watched as she lunged forward and slapped the shotgun downward as both barrels roared out in a great belch of fire and smoke.

Bit screamed as both she and the bartender flopped backward in a red mist of blood as several of the eighteen individual .00 shot ricocheted off of various metal surfaces and struck various places on them both. Several of the Pythons roared and began charging around the bar, forgetting the two Desperados.

 

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Sid heard the shout and saw the girl trying to stop the bartender from shooting them. She saved his life. Sid wouldn't forget it.

But before returning any favors they had to get the hell out of there. The Pythons started charging around chaotically and Sid saw their chance. He holstered his guns and grabbed Crank's jacket. Having acquired Crank's attention he pointed towards the door and they safely made it out. As the door closed behind them, the rush of adrenaline fading from his blood left his hands shaking. "I'm really getting too goddamn old for this," he thought to himself.

Heading to their bikes Sid said to Crank: "This means all-out war. I think right now our best bet is to hit the streets and find Geronimo so they can't attack him without warning. What do you say?"

 

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"Well, that turned out easier than I expected", Crank thought. He wasn't sure what just happened, but for whatever reason, shots were fired that were no from his or Sid's gun, and the Pythons were charging the bar. In the chaos, Sid and Crank made their exit and went for their bikes. "This means all-out war", said Sid. "I think right now our best bet is to hit the streets and find Geronimo so they can't attack him without warning. What do you say?"
"We don't have many other options. Let's go!", he said, mounting his bike. As he cruised along, he contemplated the battle. It may not have been a clear victory for Sid and Crank, but they certainly didn't lose. Outnumbered at least five to one, they fought to the end, and left several enemies wounded and/or sterile.

 

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Bit lay rocking back and forth next to Ted, the bartender, who lay motionless. She sobbed while tears rolled down her cheeks, and gasped for air as shock began setting in. She did not appear to have been struck anywhere vital. However, she was not unscathed as evidenced by the copious amount of blood which seeped from between the fingers she was pressing against her mangled lower left leg, which appeared to have taken the brunt of the ricochet in her direction.

Ted did not appear to be so lucky. Blood steadily pooled outward from where he lay, and it appeared he had be struck in the torso by several of the shot he'd fired. Bit squeezed her eyes shut, closing out the concerned faces hovering over her. She screamed in pain again as gentle hands slid her away from Ted, so he could be checked. She heard Loony barking into the phone that they needed ambulances yesterday.

She clenched her teeth in anguish as one of the Pythons jostled her injured limb while wrapping his belt below her knee to stem the blood pouring out of her. None were medics, but they'd all seen their share of accidents on the road. Blood was blood was blood and to stop it, which had to happen they could see, you did what you had to until ambulances came. She heard several Pythons swearing violence on any Desperado they found, but the voices were growing more distant sounding as she slowly, almost blissfully sank into unconsciousness and away from the pain.

 

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Jess sways to the bar, her pale eyes going to the door as the two Desperados enter. She chuckles, her eyes meeting Bit's before she orders another beer and heads to the back of the bar, wanting to avoid the ruckus that was imminent. She did enjoy a good fistfight though, but she wouldn't be the one to start it. She had before, outside of the gangs, and won numerous times. But today, she knew that any actions would cause the ultimate war of the colors. Pythons against Desperados, in a fight to control however much they could.

It was stupid sounding, at times. Fight over territory? Like... stallions... fighting over a herd. 'Ridiculous males', she chuckles to herself. Will they never learn?

Suddenly her reverie is broken by the shatter of glass, and she looks up from her already empty beer bottle to see Bit huddled against the bar, and two very angry-looking Desperados lifting their fists for a fight, glass shattered behind them. She grins and stands to watch as the Pythons bear down on the pair, fists flying and blood running.

After some intense brawling, and much shouting about guns and such, Jess is jerked out of her blood-lust by the loud report of the bartender's shotgun. She ducks instinctively, but her eyes immediately fly to Bit, and she sees her drop. She lets out a strangled shout, hardly even noticing the rest as she pushes past everyone to drop to her knees at her friend's side.

"Kim! No! No! Someone help her! No! Bit!" Her tone is panicked, eyes wide. "Someone call the ambulance! Help her! Bit!" She eventually calms, allowing herself to be pulled away by someone as Bit's injury is tended to, the ambulance on the way. She slumps in a chair, face pale, searching the bar for... something.

Suddenly, there is intense anger on her fine features. "Those good-for-nothing, lousy, stupid... Desperados! I'll show them..." She stands and stalks from the bar, ignoring any protests, if even hearing them, flings her long leg over her Iron and guns it to life in one swift motion. She backs it from the parking lot and revs it loudly before pulling out on the road, intent on finding out where the Desperados had fled to.

Jess' eyes glimmered murderously as she drove through town, oblivious to everything else but her anger and hatred for the ones who had dared to cause harm to her friend. All rational thought was gone. She didn't even care that it wasn't a shot from them that caused the wound; they had been the idiots who walked in the bar in the first place. It was their fault. It had to be.

 

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Name: Antonio Flórez
Road name: "Diablo"
Side: Desperados
age: 27
Ride: '87 Harley-Davidson XR750
Weapons: Two SP6 Fighting Knives and two glock19's.
Appearance : Tall, well muscled Spanish man with jet black hair and brown eyes. Normally wears white shirt, black pants, sun glasses and smokes a cigar
Bio: Antonio moved to america seven years ago when he was 20 and has become a loyal member of The Desperados. He is an extremely tough and ruthless melee fighter, thus getting the nick name "Diablo".
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Antonio rode into Junction City. He had gotten word that The Desperados there needed some help. He was riding into town when he heard the engines of two other motor bikes, as they passed, Antonio saw their colours, they were also Desperados. Antonio didn't have his colors on and they didn't much notice them. He did a U turn and followed them...

 

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as the shots were fired Jack watched as the other pythons rushed the bar "this is not good" he thought to himself as he watched to other two rush from the bar to their bikes. he quickly wiped the blood from his gloves on his jeans and rushed to were Bit lay on the floor bleeding. blood had been spilled which means only one thing, Retribution, it may not have been their shots but it was their fault because they instigated the fight. he quickly checked the wound that the other python was working on and looked around "All of you out!" he hollered "you two take care of her" he said to a prospect and the member taking care of her leg, he grabbed the prospect by the cut "you tend to her every beck and call, you tell the cops what they need to hear, you three were in the bar and they came in causing trouble and the bartender went to shoot em to break it up and she tried to stop it, call me with the updates" he said as he pushed the prospect back towards bit to help "the rest of you lets ride before the cops show up, everybody meet at the clubhouse at my shop now, call the rest of the locals see if somebody can locate the pres or VP and get them there, ill be there in a few, i got something to do, LETS GO!!". jack ran out the bar followed by the rest, he hated leaving her like this but he new she would be OK the ambulance and the cops wouldn't be to far away and he had the club to cover for now they may have the police in their pocket but the police can only help with so much and the club had to be protected no matter what.he headed around back while checking his guns on the run.

he mounted his bike and fired it to life, as he pulled out onto the road headed as fast as he could. he sped down the road trying to catch up to shooter, he had to stop her before she got herself killed or a ticket to prison. as he got close he tried to get her to stop but she acted like she didn't see him so he followed a short distance behind her to make sure nothing happened. as soon as the found were they were headed he would stop shooter and take her back before she got herself hurt even if that meant putting a gun to her head till he got her safe, "I'd rather have a mad woman on my conscience than a dead one" he told himself as he followed her. "these guys got no clue what their doing, a couple of wannabee bikers playing the movie stereotypes we aren't no hood gang we are vigilante neighborhood watch that runs an illegal businesses and blood being spilled on our turf is bad for business it gets unwanted attention and it was our job to protect our citizens that's how we keep the citizens from ratting to the police, real MCs don't act like them and calling a club cowards just because they didn't start a brawl proves that. these punks got no clue what their doing but they stepped into the snakes den and stirred em angry so now they got to live with the bite" he told himself as he rode.

 

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Crank and Sid rode on, and as they went about, another biker started following them. "Crap", Crank thought, "those Python punks must be sending out their goons already." They pulled into a parking lot and dismounted, with the other biker following. "Hey, what are you up to?", Crank asked him defensively, as the biker wore no colors.

 

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Sid also dismounted his bike, ready to beat the living hell out of their follower. As the biker approached, Sid recognized him.

"Crank, cool down, that's Diablo, he's one of ours." He turned to Diablo: "Do you know anything at all about the whereabouts of Geronimo and the rest of our club? Because we are pretty much openly at war with Pythons now."

 

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Diablo followed them to a parking lot where they got off their bikes, he did like wise and Sid recognized him. "Do you know anything at all about the whereabouts of Geronimo and the rest of our club?" asked Sid, "Thats what I was gonna ask you" He sighed. He noticed that they were both bleeding,"Tell me of the pythons while we look for Geronimo", Diablo revved his engine and waited for Sid. He had not seen Crank before but he looked like a good fighter. Then they heard another bike in the distance, It was going fast towards them. "Is that one of us?" asked Diablo.

 

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jack noticed they had stopped and it appeared they had picked up another. "we dont need this mess right now, not alone at least" he said to himself. he quickly gunned the engine and pulled up next to shooter and got her attention "pull back,regroup, arm up" he hollered to her before they got to close. "me and you cant handle this alone" he yelled out

 

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Sid grinned. "Nope," he replied to Diablo. "So that's the story. Me and Crank went for a drink but ended up in a Python joint. So we decided to cause some trouble. And we did. We had our clearance from Geronimo anyway. We can't take this place over without a bloodshed." Sid revved his engine.

"But now we have to find Geronimo. And find him quickly." Sid paused. "'Cause if we stick around here too long we're dead. And if we're dead the Pythons can attack Geronimo and the rest of the club without warning." Sid looked at Diablo and took off.

 

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The ambulances arrived and began tending to Ted and Bit. While the medics worked on them both, the police began to arrive. Ted was immediately rushed out with the to medics working on him on the fly, while Bit was placed into MAST pants and set up with an IV drip before rushed out as well.

The police spoke with the only remaining patrons in the bar. The story was pretty clear cut, and similar from all of the witnesses. Two men walked into the bar, ordered a drink, and then started a massive brawl with the other patrons for no apparent reason other than they were looking to fight.

The police took the reports from the patrons, and after hearing the two mens' descriptions and patches worn, they commented that they were being sought for a near exact incident over at the Hog's Head. It seems the two suspects were starting fights all over. They ensured the people who provided the reports that several county deputies were converging on the highway leading to Junction, where the two bikes were reported having traveled off toward.

The police left and Stitch, the prospect who'd been left behind by Cobra, placed the call to Cobra's cell. He related the police had been notified, and that law enforcement was actively hunting for the two Desperados. He told Cobra he didn't think Ted was breathing when he was rushed off, and Bit didn't look much better. He finally said he'd go to county to see what the status of the two were, and he'd call him back. When he knew more, unless there was something else he needed done instead.

 

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Jess saw the two Desperados, now suddenly three, pull off just as she caught Cobra out of the corner of her eye, trying to wave her down and shouting something over the engine noise. She curses under her breath and continues on, pulling her Iron into the parking lot where the Desperados had stopped, grouped on the far end. She kills her bike and swings her long leg over, reaching for the Glock at her hip.