"We heard fully automatic machine gun fire in the distance and several explosions. Could this be the Java Monsters attacking our Mountain Bike Runner?"
"Or could this be our Runner opening up a giant can of woop ass on the creatures that hurt the one he loves?"
The radio silence was broken by the booming Australian voice of our guardian angel who was watching our six from higher ground. Galen's (
"Go! Go now..!"
WΚα΄Κα΄ α΄‘α΄s α΄Κα΄ Rα΄α΄ SΙͺΙ’Ι΄α΄Κ FΚα΄Κα΄ α΄Κα΄α΄ α΄Κα΄ Mα΄α΄Ι΄α΄α΄ΙͺΙ΄ BΙͺα΄α΄ Rα΄Ι΄Ι΄α΄Κ, TΚα΄ Gα΄α΄α΄ Kα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ α΄κ° α΄Κα΄ Mα΄α΄Ι΄α΄α΄ΙͺΙ΄ Cα΄α΄α΄α΄α΄Ι΄α΄ α΄‘α΄s α΄α΄ sα΄Ι΄α΄ α΄α΄?
Cα΄α΄Κα΄ Ιͺα΄ Κα΄ α΄Κα΄α΄ α΄α΄Κ Lα΄sα΄ Rα΄Ι΄Ι΄α΄Κ, TΚα΄ Wα΄ΚΚΙͺα΄Κ α΄Ι΄α΄ Gα΄α΄α΄α΄α΄α΄α΄α΄Κ, Κα΄α΄ Κα΄α΄Ι΄ LΙͺΗ«α΄Ιͺκ°Ιͺα΄α΄ ?
Cameron (
Coffee Cake
Cheese Cake. Another came flying out of the shadows, shrieking, and was almost upon Cameron as I unloaded my SCCY 9mm clip into it.
Another was on me and I felt the pain from the vice like claws clamping down on my shoulder. Suddenly it let go as I heard the high caliber weapons dispatch in the distance. The bullet reaching it's target just a second before the sound. Again, my life saved by the flawless aim of Galen. There were several explosions very near to us. And it reminded me of something Galen had said when we were planning for this assault around the campfire. He spoke about wishing we had better explosives protective gear. And a movie called "Hurt Locker."
Then, for a moment, everything went black. Vision blurred, ears ringing, my whole body was numb. Maybe that last explosion was a little Too Close?
Cameron helped me back to my feet. Checking my wounds and saying in his laid back English accent...
"It's a tad bit bloody, but you'll live..."
We ran to the top of a slight rise in the surrounding landscape. On the other side, what we witnessed, was pure carnage. There must have been a hundred Java Monsters. Or at least what was left of them.
Standing in the center of the clearing. Amongst the remains. Was a warrior.
A lifelong electrician. 
If He did not like you then you had better not call him at all. Since the invasion and the severe internal injuries his soul mate Pura had sustained at the Hands Claws of the Java Monsters. Arts was an angry man, a man on a mission. What we had just witnessed is that mission.
Finding out just how Arts had layed waste to so many Monsters was going to have to wait. Galen's voice rang out in alarm on the radio as shots rang out. He was now under attack...
ππ πΉπ βπ ππ₯πππ¦ππ...
@krazzytrukker I α΄α΄ Ι΄α΄α΄ α΄ α΄‘ΚΙͺα΄α΄Κ, I α΄α΄ α΄ sΙͺα΄α΄Κα΄ α΄α΄Ι΄, α΄ α΄Κα΄α΄α΄ α΄
ΚΙͺα΄ α΄Κ/α΄α΄‘Ι΄α΄Κ α΄α΄α΄Κα΄α΄α΄Κ α΄Ι΄α΄α΄ΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’ ΙͺΙ΄α΄α΄ α΄Κ 30α΄Κ Κα΄α΄Κ.
I Κα΄α΄ α΄ sα΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄α΄α΄ κ°Ιͺα΄α΄Ιͺα΄Ι΄, Jα΄α΄ α΄ Mα΄Ι΄sα΄α΄Κ EΙ΄α΄ΚΙ’Κ α΄
ΚΙͺΙ΄α΄s α΄Ι΄α΄
α΄κ° α΄α΄α΄Κsα΄ Cα΄α΄s.!!
Thanks for stopping by and reading this story straight out of the twisted mind of a KrazzyTrukker & his Cat.
