Sonic Boom Snippet

For those who read my stories, Chapter 15 of 'The Life and Times of Wuncler High 2: A Woodcrest Summer' will be released tonight. Looking really forward to it since I haven't released a chapter in about two weeks. It packed with tons of action and the end of the chapter will definitely shock a few. Or maybe not...but here's a snippet to leave ya tastebuds hungry. I know there's some errors but I'll be proofreading tonight once I get home from that place called TARGET. *sighs*

Feeling his palms become sweaty, Huey squeezed the grips on the rifle to steady his aim. Still holding his breath, he noticed the crosshairs were resting on the shooter’s head. One squeeze and this could be over. Feeling lightheaded Huey finally squeezed the trigger and dropped the rifle to regain his oxygen as the bullet escaped from its home inside the magazine of the .50 cal. The bullet flew through the morning sky in high hopes of connecting with the shooter’s skull. It whistled through the silent gap between Huey and Juan. Just as it looked like it was going to connect, Juan ducked to the ground and became prone.

“That almost hit you.” the female assassin said cautiously. “I think it’s time to invade. You stay back, while me and the boys handle this.”

“We got this on lock.” the assassin sporting the chrome mask grinned, exposing his rotten top teeth.

“That dental plan ain’t on lock…” the last assassin snickered, pulling off his ski mask. “It’s too hot for this!”

“Put it back on!” the female hissed. “Can’t have you ID exposed!”

“Like these kids know me…” he began to scratch his nappy cornrows.

The female rolled her eyes and reached into her duffle bag to retrieve her tool of destruction. Her lips that were painted with red lipstick formed an arc as she pulled out an flamethrower.

“What the hell?” Juan shouted. “You expect to kill them with that?”

“I like my hits burned to a crisp sometimes.” she stuck her bottom lip out. “It’s okay, I’m also carrying my MP5.”

“Enough chit-chat, it’s time to clap clap!” the chrome face assassin yelled.

“Let’s go!” the unmasked assassin hopped up and proceeded to the fire escape.

Back in the mansion…

Cookie was losing mass amounts of blood as she was propped against the wall unconscious. All the girls excluding Carmela were crying their eyes out at the sight. Carmela simply stuck her nose up into the air and picked up Cookie’s submachine gun and strapped it to her back.

“Knowing Juan, he’s sendin’ some goons to come and flank us.” Carmela killed the lights in the room.

“Wait!” Huey turned the lights back on. “We have to get Cookie to the hospital.”

“How the hell can we do that? If we go outside they’ll make it rain hot brass in our asses!” Carmela cut the lights back off. “Use the night vision goggles that Cookie gave us.

Everyone pulled the goggles over their eyes and turned them on. Instantly everything became green to them. Huey walked over to check on Cookie’s status.

“She’s breathing, but that’ll only happen for so little time. We need to get her out of here. She’s a sitting duck!” Huey then glanced over to Jazmine, Sunshine and Cindy. “You three, use Jazmine’s car to take her to the hospital.”

“Right.” Jazmine nodded. “Come on you two, help me lift her up.”

“And you can go through the back enterance.” Huey’s ears wiggled as he heard intrusion coming from the front entrance. “You locked and loaded, Carmela?”

The latina nodded from her position hiding behind one of Thugificent’s statues. Riley was also hiding behind a statue and Caesar was taking cover behind the sofa. Huey quickly did a roll to take cover behind a statue himself. Suddenly the door busted opened and the three figures slowly entered the room.

“You see em’, Porter?” the chrome face assassin asked, waving his M16 around.

“Nope, no hostiles on the left.” she whispered as she scanned the left side of the room.

“No hostiles on the right side either.” the unmasked corn rowed assassin told his partners.

The three assassins made it to the center of the room and felt uneasy about finding no signs of the enemy. The female assassin sighed as she began to search about for the targets. The chrome face assassin scanned carefully throughout the room until he noticed something behind one of the statues.

“Is that a strand of hair?” he squinted his eyes at the statue, Huey was hiding behind.

‘Shit!’ Huey cussed in his mind. ‘I don’t even have a long range weapon.’

Riley felt his heart pound against his frame as he noticed the huge man heading towards the statue his brother was hiding by. The younger Freeman then took the safety off of his dual Mini-Uzis which actually made a loud clicking noise. The other two assassins instantly looked in the direction of the sound and took aim at the marble statue.

“Open fire!” the female screamed.

As soon as she signaled for the shots to be fired, Riley did a quick dive and pulled the trigger to his weapon. The bullets quickly escaped the submachine guns and began to fly towards the two shooters. Meanwhile Caesar took the opportunity to come from his spot and fire a round at the chrome face assassin. However the load hit him in the back, but did no damage.

“What the?” Caesar cowered and fired two more rounds at the assassin.

“I have on some special body armor.” he grinned, showing off those rotten fangs. “Now let’s see how durable your armor is!”

Just as the metal masked assassin took aim with his deadly assault rifle, a figure hopped in front of him landing in a stance. Huey smirked and placed his katana back into its sheathe as blood instantly squirted out of the newly formed nubs of the chrome face assassin. He slowly looked down and saw his hands still clinching onto his weapon, a tad bit of blood squirting from them as well.

“My hands!” he screamed.

“That’s not the only thing you should worry about…” Huey then withdrew his M9 pistol.

Just as Huey was going to let a couple of bullets finish his dirty deeds, he saw a couple of bullets whiz past him. He looked as he noticed a female emptying her MP5 in his direction. She cussed at her horrible accuracy as she placed a new magazine into the gun and tried to strike again. This time Huey pulled out Black Thought and used it to deflect the bullets.

“Damn Vita, he’s makin you look like shit!” the unmasked assassin watched from the distance.

Just as he was going to insult his partner again, his voice couldn’t escape his mouth as he felt the cold metal of a Desert Eagle placed on the back of his neck. The assassin just gulped as he felt a large pair of breasts smash into his back and the warm breath of Carmela being blown into his ear.

“You never had a girl lean on ya back before?” she cooed.

“Sure I have, just she never had a loaded gun too.”

Riley, who was the original primary target, was now the least focused opposition for the assassins. He was currently watching his girlfriend toy with the unmasked assassin.

“Baby, cap his ass!” Riley screamed. “We ain’t got any time to bullshit!”

Carmela winked at her lover and continued to torture the assassin.

“A shame you’re going to die at the hands of such a beautiful woman, huh?” she took the pistol off safety.

The unmasked assassin felt some sweat trail down his forehead as he knew a simple squeeze would end his twenty years of living. He continued to listen to the female behind him toy with him.

“So what’s your name?” she asked casually.

“Why does it matter?”

She then looked at Riley, who was giving her an angry expression. She smiled at him and then looked back at the assassin.

“Because I’m gonna help you.” she whispered.

“Really?”

“HELP YOU DIE!” she cackled as she pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed through the room causing all eyes to lock onto the blown dome of the assassin. Carmela wiped some brain chunks off of her and then fired a couple of shots at Vita, who didn’t hesitate to shoot back. This gave Huey an opportunity to catch his breath from blocking two full clips. Meanwhile the metal faced assassin was looking for some way to attack without his hands. He somehow executed a well placed kick to Caesar’s stomach causing him to drop his shotgun. Huey noticed his friend getting knocked around and ran towards the scene. Just as the metal faced man was going to stomp Caesar into the ground and walk him dry, Huey pulled out Black Thought and performed a combo of quick thrusts into the upper body. Each time the tip penetrated through the assassin’s body, a new hole simulated a geyser as blood flew everywhere. Finally feeling that the job was done, Huey delivered one final thrust which went straight through the metal faced assassin’s throat, ending his reign of terror.

Vita looked around and noticed her two comrades were K.I.A. Her eyes turned into dangerous slits as she pulled out her other weapon, the flamethrower. Her pearly whites glowed the same way the flames did as they shot through the nozzle of the hose. Riley who wasn’t paying attention didn’t even notice she was aiming at him. It wasn’t until he felt the heat heading in his direction; he knew he was going to get burned. The flames knocked him back through the window ironically into the pool. The cool waters extinguished him instantly. However judging by the burns on his forearms, he might have suffered from second-degree burns. Vita laughed as she continued to shoot her flames around the room, in hopes of barbequing Huey and Caesar.

Meanwhile the girls managed to get to Jazmine’s car as they carefully placed the wounded Cookie into the backseat of the Jetta. Jazmine hopped into the driver’s seat, Cindy in the passenger’s and Sunshine rode in the backseat. The mulatto turned the key to side and brought the car to life. She shifted it into D and listened to the engine purred as it was being pushed to its limits within seconds. As soon as the pink car zoomed past the roof Juan was on, the almighty leader himself hopped up with a special weapon in his possession. He held in his hand an FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank guided missile launcher. Using the screen on the side of it, he used the crosshairs to lock onto the pink car and waited as the launcher locked onto the car. Once the coordinates were set, the crosshairs became green and stayed glued to the car. Smiling like the devil, he squeezed the trigger and launched the missile.