Ricky was forced to stay behind cover as some of the obviously stronger TFFers handled the remaining hostiles in the bar. He was down to his last two clips of ammo, and he didn't think anyone would have any spares. Especially since most of them had some strange weapons.
He heard some additional shouting by the front entrance and turned just in time to see Peons #2, 9, and 11 run out of the bar. He watched in morbid awe as lasers and bullets shredded them before they had made it more than a few feet out of the doorway.
"Ambush! They've got the front door surrounded!!" He yelled, while his mind raced, trying to find an exit not already set as a killzone.
He suddenly remembered his less than steller entrance into Zaraki's bar and got an idea. Quickly he scanned the floor looking for-
There!
Weaving through the carnage that used to be a shady drinking establishment, Ricky ran across the battlezone and scooped up his small backpack off the floor. It always payed to be prepared, but he had gotten seperated from his gear when he came crashing in and couldn't get to it before the speech had started, followed closely by a much larger distraction. 'Rooster' just hoped that what he packed would be sufficient for what he had planned.
He quickly turned towards the window he had entered from and ran towards it, jostling Yaoibots he came across to make them unstable enough for others to dispatch them and ducking various flaming items that threatened to ruin his surprise early.
Sliding up to the wall, Ricky dug into his gear for a moment before producing a block of Composite 5 Explosive. Ripping of a chunk of it off, he stuck the piece of putty-like "insta-door" against the wall and stuck a small remote-controlled detonator in the C5 and then moved the hell away.
"It's time to blow this joint! FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" He screamed.
Taking cover in a booth, he flipped the safety on the remote and hit the button.
He heard some additional shouting by the front entrance and turned just in time to see Peons #2, 9, and 11 run out of the bar. He watched in morbid awe as lasers and bullets shredded them before they had made it more than a few feet out of the doorway.
"Ambush! They've got the front door surrounded!!" He yelled, while his mind raced, trying to find an exit not already set as a killzone.
He suddenly remembered his less than steller entrance into Zaraki's bar and got an idea. Quickly he scanned the floor looking for-
There!
Weaving through the carnage that used to be a shady drinking establishment, Ricky ran across the battlezone and scooped up his small backpack off the floor. It always payed to be prepared, but he had gotten seperated from his gear when he came crashing in and couldn't get to it before the speech had started, followed closely by a much larger distraction. 'Rooster' just hoped that what he packed would be sufficient for what he had planned.
He quickly turned towards the window he had entered from and ran towards it, jostling Yaoibots he came across to make them unstable enough for others to dispatch them and ducking various flaming items that threatened to ruin his surprise early.
Sliding up to the wall, Ricky dug into his gear for a moment before producing a block of Composite 5 Explosive. Ripping of a chunk of it off, he stuck the piece of putty-like "insta-door" against the wall and stuck a small remote-controlled detonator in the C5 and then moved the hell away.
"It's time to blow this joint! FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" He screamed.
Taking cover in a booth, he flipped the safety on the remote and hit the button.