"it's as good as you say!" John screamed in great enthusiasm, he looked her over making his intentions clear, "and yes I'll buy much more... Maybe even some of your time"
"not going to happen, you buy then we leave" the other gypsies brought out pistols after belle's words.
"woah calm down horse girl, I was only playing" John took a step back with his hands casually in the air.
John then pointed towards the slum kids and then pointed to the whiskey. Two slum kids brought out a box and opened it to show three dead tattooed gypsies in pieces. Belle's emotions were already on a danger high, now feeling very violent and seeing red.
Seven other slum kids came around the boxes around the room.
"you see young lady, I don't buy... I take what is mine" John's demeanour went from drugged desperato to cold and calculated, "and I feel like gypsy whiskey and company"
The cornered gypsies now started pointing they're guns at the surrounding slum kids.
"that'll do you no good, you'll only kill half of us by the time we get to you", John was good at pointing out the obvious to the desperate for hope.
Just before one could get close enough a bomb fell through the roof and went off just above six of the slum kids unfortunately taking out a couple gypsies too. John and the kids scattered as the explosions continued, the gypsies were now firing as the wagon was now dismounted and a fuse was lit that went through to the middle barrel which happen to be military grade mortars rigged to the fuse. The gypsies ran to the main door shooting behind them to keep the slum kids in. The cargo boxes were not just exploding on impact but giving an extra explosion of they're own, the added chemicals or ordinance were stored in this very factory.
"It's as good as you say!" " John screamed in great enthusiasm, he looked her over making his intentions clear, "and yes I'll buy much more... Maybe even some of your time"
"not going to happen, you buy then we leave" the other gypsies brought out pistols after belle's words.
"woah calm down horse girl, I was only playing" John took a step back with his hands casually in the air.
John then pointed towards the slum kids and then pointed to the whiskey. Two slum kids brought out a box and opened it to show three dead tattooed gypsies in pieces. Belle's emotions were already on a danger high, now feeling very violent and seeing red.
Seven other slum kids came around the boxes around the room.
"you see young lady, I don't buy... I take what is mine" John's demeanour went from drugged desperato to cold and calculated, "and I feel like gypsy whiskey and company"
The cornered gypsies now started pointing they're guns at the surrounding slum kids.
"that'll do you no good, you'll only kill half of us by the time we get to you", John was good at pointing out the obvious to the desperate for hope.
Just before one could get close enough a bomb fell through the roof and went off just above six of the slum kids unfortunately taking out a couple gypsies too. John and the kids scattered as the explosions continued, the gypsies were now firing as the wagon was now dismounted and a fuse was lit that went through to the middle barrel which happen to be military grade mortars rigged to the fuse. The gypsies ran to the main door shooting behind them to keep the slum kids in. The cargo boxes were not just exploding on impact but giving an extra explosion of they're own, the added chemicals or ordinance were stored in this very factory. The run out was shortened by a bomb hitting the wagon and a huge explosion clearing the middle of the factory floor, John was flung out a window whilst a few other slum kids were torn up by flung shrapnel.
Belle managed to get out with minor injuries such as small shrapnel burns and a few cuts. Out of the other gypsies only two didn't make it. She turned to see Bill and Shankel making short work of some slums via Hatchet and maced pick. The maced pick was overall a rounded blunt tool with a crowbar like pick coming off the rounded head like a crow's beak. Bill was holding two Hatchets of different styles, one with a backing spike and the other more hammer like on the back of its head.
Going to Shankel, he'd gotten bored holding the gate. The wagon had passed and he saw the stolen airship pass over the river, he'd decided to get gritty with the lads.
"time to get our hands dirty boys and girls" Shankel had a grin in his face as he lead both the lads and the gypsies through the front using cover on occasion but overall happy to break faces.
Weapons were issued but Shankel brought his own, a mace with an iron crows beak welded onto the top facing forward. There were a few guns, and a mortar team of lads left just outside the gate. Everyone else got stuck in. He'd met up with Bill in violence and was very happy to see him.
"aye lad, you brought your own toys too" Shankel wanted to stop for a chat, Bill had a bit of time to kill.
"this one is yes, this one no. It's useless but will do" he pointed to the Hatchet with the spike, then to the hammer hatchet.
This was interrupted by five slums charging but not making it to hit. Shankel dodged on swing from a dirty wrench, and responded with a step forward and swing to the weilder's head. Followed by the other open handed slum getting hammered in from his rage of the attempt at a cheap shot. Bill side stepped two of the slums, hit the third with the hammer end across the face and putting the spike into his neck. Quickly recovered he hacked off a hand and cut across a throat, the last slum out of the three on him panicked and Bill threw the spiked hatchet into his chest dropping him instantly.
The bombs and mortars kept on dropping over the buildings and combat was around every corner. Bill was a wounded thin man stumble out of a broken crate, it was the Top Kid John Banks. He picked out the Hatchet from the body and signalled Shankel to follow but Shankel was too busy fighting. He saw Belle and she saw him, her eyes were wrought with anger. She walked up to Bill pointed her gun at his head, only to put to her side and kiss him with vigor and aggression. John was set aback by it, and not disappointed. He'd wanted to kiss her, she beat him to it.
"Your fucking insane" She'd put on a grin and a frown somehow at the same time.
"Top kid is this was" Bill pointed towards the alley where a lot of noise and stumbling was happening,"lets end it"
Both Belle and Bill walked through the alley, four slums jumped out to ambush only to get shot and hacked by the two. Around the corner John sat with a rebar hanging out of his hip. Belle put her gun up but Bill stepped in front as he wanted this badly.
"he's mine, no more Tokyo. For the lads army" Bill sounded almost patriotic.
"For nearly trying to have his filthy hands on me, for kin" Belle tried to push him out of the way.
Bill halted her, put his Hatchet away and took out a fancy six shooter.
Aiming it at John as well, they both looked at each other and repeated before squeezung the triggers, "both"
A mess of blood, bone and brain sprayed up making a mess of the alley, but that was not the revelation.
Both Bill and Belle saw something in each other they'd not seen before. Before walking out of the alley they both initiated a kiss and held it for a short time. It was satisfying indeed. They'd both walked out, Bill took his good Hatchet out and the violence was being mopped up with the buildings all being levelled and burnt.