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The smell of sulphur and brimstone grew thick in the air and there was a strange overlay in Januaries eyes, the roads seemed to become tributary rivers of living flame and the bushes which had been carefully cultivated in the median strip became pallid grasping things which swayed to a breeze which wasn't blowing in the real word.

The five identical figures had stopped their cars and walked towards January in eerie synchrony. Each wore a neatly pressed white polo shirt, kahki chinos and dress shoes. Each had an identical blank eyed stare which reflected the ghostly glow of the lava. As they approached the earth began to shake, reverberating with their foot falls.

They mystic gravitas of the situation was suddenly shattered by the very mortal sound of Japanese pop music. A small figure stepped out of the tunnel. She wore a white shirt accented with a large red bow with a blue skirt and knee high boots of red leather. Long blond hair was gathered up into two long pig tails. She looked for all the world like a cos-player portraying some anime character that was centuries too young for January to recognize. Or she would have done, if she weren't lifting a black HK21 assault rifle with a bulky box magazine to her shoulder. Lubricant oils had already stained the elbow length white gloves she wore. The weapon roared to life on full automatic, jagged star shaped muzzle blasts leaping four feet from the barrel. The nearest polo shirt all but exploded in a spray of greyish goo as bullets ripped into his chest and head. The remaining four continued advancing implacably but the new comer pirouted neatly through a 270 degree arc, mouth hanging open and her finger locked on the trigger. The roar of the heavy caliber weapon was incredible. Car windows and shrubs exploded, and metal street signs dimpled and rang with bullet strikes. For a long second the world was nothing but sound and chaos as the scythe arc dropped each of the advancing drivers where they stood, their bodies collapsing to ooze. As the last one fell there was a sudden click, followed by the tinkling of brass casings hitting the ground and the blare of Japanese pop music through headphones hanging around the girls neck. The barrel of the weapon glowed cherry red from the long burst and oil and powder fouling had turned her pristine gloves to a dirty gray. A heart beat later car alarms and screaming pedestrians joined the beat.


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You are saved by a Sailor Moon look-a-like with a 7.62mm machine gun. You owe her a debt. You can [b]put a face to a name[/b] if you wish.
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