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?Asshole! What are you doing!?? Ace English?s voice retorted, ?Seems your friend is not concerned with you. Life is cheap among Creepers.? Pimpy went to reply, ?Fuck y....? His pathetic insult was cut short as Ace English fired his pair of 7.62mm machine guns into the orange Sovereigns driver?s side...

I knew I had no chance against all of them, I needed help. My car was fast, but when I heard the missile warning, I barely reacted in time to fire off heated flares to confuse the Aim-Neins launched from Pit Viper?s Lightning. Cutting the wheel hard left, my car skittered along the edge of the aspha...

?What should we do with him?? a voice whispered looking in on the sleeping vigilante. ?We should kill him right now...,? the silver barrel of a .45 gleamed in the dim moonlight streaming into the windows. ?Dude, its him....what?s wrong with you guys....ya act like we never even new him.? someone sai...

?Whats taking them so long,? I thought to myself. No sooner had I thought those words, the driver of the Lightning opened his door and slipped out. In disbelief I stammered out, ?Bryan??? ?Holy shit! I knew that was you!? Was my friend?s reply. It was Bryan, from back home, I couldn?t believe he was...

This is yet another story I wrote a few years back, around the time of New England Run. Was writing some things out of my system as well. If you'd like to comment on it, PM me or ICQ. No need to clutter up the board with one or two post threads. :P November 3rd, 1977 The crisp evening air smelt of ...

She continued, ?But your weapon setup is pathetic. These 20mm cannons are a waste of money, they are an old design, not very effective. Smaller guns with faster muzzle velocity can do just as much damage. Get a 30mm if you want a heavy slow firing weapon.? She walked around to the back of my car. ?Y...

Another less intresting story of mine. Written a long time ago. Uses two familier characters which are copyright to Activision, which we all know. Again, not my best work but whatever... :P The Dogfox and the Vixen. July 18th, 1975 It was late morning, and I was having breakfast in a small dinner o...

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Chapter X Return ?Damn it AOD, just give it a rest will ya.? Albertus moaned. ?Not until you admit my car is faster then yours.? Angel of Death teased. It was late afternoon. Albertus and AOD had meant up on a lonely stretch of Texas highway. Their cars sat off on the shoulder. AOD was leaning again...

I awoke in a panic, not sure if I had screamed out loud or just in my mind. The pain in my shoulder brought me back to my senses. Breathing heavily I laid back down. Dawn was well underway, sunlight penetrated through the windows, miniature beams shining brightly on the floor. Placing my hand on my ...

Chapter IX When Revenge Comes Knocking. My shoulder had become numb. Driving was getting difficult as I slowly lost more blood from the gun shot wound. The press that I had applied could only stop so much of the blood flow. I was trying to make my way back to the safe house, where I hoped to find so...

Chapter XIII No Peace I had been sitting in the dinner for a good two hours, not realizing how late it was. The waitress behind the counter told me it was closing time, she was sorry but I had to leave. Without saying anything I dropped a five dollar bill on the table, put my coat back on, then walk...

?ALL CARS SCRAMBLE!! WE?VE BEEN HAD!!? Miss Sixx yelled over the CB. Thunder echoed again, I started the Palomino and stabbed the gas pedal all the while frantically looking around for the source of that sound. My eyes finally zeroed in on a 50mm battleship gun firing from one of the guard towers. O...