The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG Seasson II Game Thread

[Cyrusbales]

Though he was often prone to overexaggeration, Clint felt as if all the eyes were on him to reveal his cards. Rolling the pick along his teeth, he revealed his cards. "Triple tens." The bastard two of clubs was dropped aside, he was almost upset for getting such a useless card. "King high." The king of spades was on one corner, balancing on the tip of his finger.

"Show me the good stuff, flat top. I know you're not going to let bayou Billy over here hustle you on your territory."

GAMBIT: Season 2 - Hawkeye Part 4

Feelings of both tension and pride smothered the gangster. His almighty hand placed his cards on the table and spread them out.

"One jack, two jack, three jack, four jack", he counted them out, whilst shrugging off the spare three of hearts. He sat back, awaiting the Cajun's retort. Gambit had cleaned up almost every hand so far, this one, hammerhead felt, was his.

"Fo Aces" The gloved hand spread out the cards for all to see. Hammerhead sat there. Silent. Stunned. Ready to explode. The agent, somehow, wasn't surprised.

Gambit scooped up the winnings into a duffel bag, a great smile reaching across his face. Then he picked up his deck and began to walk off. "Thank ya'll gentlemen"

WIth this, a great cause of motion errupted from the blue suited menace, he flung the table across the entire room, and brought his tommy gun to hand. His followers did the same.
"Both you scumbags have been hussling me, no-one hussles the hammerhead."

As the Cajun's ears pricked with sound of the lifting firearm, he spun and let lose a volley of four glowing pink cards. "I sed, fo aces!".

Just before the cards were touching his finely tailored suit, they detonated, sending hammerhead into the wall, and his tommy gun across the floor.

With this, gunfire exploded across the room from his men, aimed at both the southerner and the leather clad agent.

Dusting off his suit, the gangster rose to his feet. "Now you've gone and made me mad. But hey, it's your funerals."

 

[Purple Man]

GAMBIT: Season 2 - Hawkeye Part 4

Feelings of both tension and pride smothered the gangster. His almighty hand placed his cards on the table and spread them out.

"One jack, two jack, three jack, four jack", he counted them out, whilst shrugging off the spare three of hearts. He sat back, awaiting the Cajun's retort. Gambit had cleaned up almost every hand so far, this one, hammerhead felt, was his.

"Fo Aces" The gloved hand spread out the cards for all to see. Hammerhead sat there. Silent. Stunned. Ready to explode. The agent, somehow, wasn't surprised.

Gambit scooped up the winnings into a duffel bag, a great smile reaching across his face. Then he picked up his deck and began to walk off. "Thank ya'll gentlemen"

WIth this, a great cause of motion errupted from the blue suited menace, he flung the table across the entire room, and brought his tommy gun to hand. His followers did the same.
"Both you scumbags have been hussling me, no-one hussles the hammerhead."

As the Cajun's ears pricked with sound of the lifting firearm, he spun and let lose a volley of four glowing pink cards. "I sed, fo aces!".

Just before the cards were touching his finely tailored suit, they detonated, sending hammerhead into the wall, and his tommy gun across the floor.

With this, gunfire exploded across the room from his men, aimed at both the southerner and the leather clad agent.

Dusting off his suit, the gangster rose to his feet. "Now you've gone and made me mad. But hey, it's your funerals."

"This is my kind of game!"

Now this is what he was waiting for. A simple game of cards was boring. Clint only felt alive when there was real danger. Gunfire was like music to his ears as he pushed off the table with his booted feet, sending him backwards towards the floor.

While Hawkeye fell he decided to show the Cajun that he wasn't the only one that could throw cards. With a flick of his wrist he let a card fly out from between his index and middle finger, the edge of the card grazing across one of the goons throats that was taking his sweet time pulling out his gun. With the sudden rush of blood coming from his throat, the man dropped his weapon so he could grab his neck and try and stem the flow of blood.

Landing on his back, he could almost feel the bullets grazing past him. Luckily the abundance of chairs and tables kept the men from getting a good bead on him. Rolling backwards from his chair, he grabbed his metal suit case in one hand.

As he stood up, he held the case infront of him much like Captain America did with his shield, stopping several bullets from punching holes in the agent. While the good Captain was a product of the forties on steroids, the archer was a product of the modern day with no artificial additives.

WHAM! One of the well dressed thugs got his jaw shattered by the corner of the case when he tried to sneak up on Mr.Barton. Another found his cornea ruptured by a tooth pick.

Using an overturned table for cover, Clint opend the case. A wicked grin crossed his face as he laid eyes on his compact bow with telescoping shafts. "Ready to play, baby?"

 

[Cyrusbales]

"This is my kind of game!"

Now this is what he was waiting for. A simple game of cards was boring. Clint only felt alive when there was real danger. Gunfire was like music to his ears as he pushed off the table with his booted feet, sending him backwards towards the floor.

While Hawkeye fell he decided to show the Cajun that he wasn't the only one that could throw cards. With a flick of his wrist he let a card fly out from between his index and middle finger, the edge of the card grazing across one of the goons throats that was taking his sweet time pulling out his gun. With the sudden rush of blood coming from his throat, the man dropped his weapon so he could grab his neck and try and stem the flow of blood.

Landing on his back, he could almost feel the bullets grazing past him. Luckily the abundance of chairs and tables kept the men from getting a good bead on him. Rolling backwards from his chair, he grabbed his metal suit case in one hand.

As he stood up, he held the case infront of him much like Captain America did with his shield, stopping several bullets from punching holes in the agent. While the good Captain was a product of the forties on steroids, the archer was a product of the modern day with no artificial additives.

WHAM! One of the well dressed thugs got his jaw shattered by the corner of the case when he tried to sneak up on Mr.Barton. Another found his cornea ruptured by a tooth pick.

Using an overturned table for cover, Clint opend the case. A wicked grin crossed his face as he laid eyes on his compact bow with telescoping shafts. "Ready to play, baby?"

GAMBIT: Season 2 - Hawkeye Part 5

As the volume of bullets died down with each arrow that flickered across the room, a very pised off gangster made his way across the room. Bullets zipping past his head, he was so focused and oblivious.

Gambit slid another card out of the deck. The glowing pink king of diamonds headed towards a once crisp blue suit.

A large fist snapped the projectile out of the air, with a glow emminating from between his fingers. A faint bang vibrated the steely grip, before the remnants of the card were scattered to the floor.

"I want my money, and i'm going to get it"

The cajun steadied himself as the menace grew close, preparing to dodge his fist or at least soften the blow.

THUD

The gamblers face was in an instant world of hurt as he sprawled out across the floor a few meters back. The shadow of a very displeased man was cast over him.

"The money"

Gambit was in trouble, but as long as his new found archer companion could keep the rest of them busy, it'd be alright. He had himself a plan...

 

[Noon]

[Archangel]

"Warren we need to talk to you."

I look up at him and Moira prepared for the worst.

"Well talk."

"Warren the exoskeleton seems to have fused to your wings."

"What?! That can't be possible they've only been on me for a couple of days."

"I really don't know how it happened, all I do know is that any attempt to remove it would be useless."

"Warren you have decision to make, Im afraid that leaving them be would encourage the Archangel persona to resurface.

"So what are you saying Professor?"

"Moira and I both agree that the best option is to surgically remove your wings."

I don't say anything for a few minutes.

"Would my healing factor regrow my wings?"

"We don't know Warren, Im not sure that your healing factor is strong enough to regenerate them."

I lower my face into my hands.

"Could.....could I have sometime to think this over?"

"Ofcourse Warren take your time."

I'm shocked at what I hear, but my shock soon turns to worry for War. I can see plainly his distress.

He holds his head in his hands, and I turn and embrace him, wrapping my arms completely around him as if to protect him from the outside world.

"****, babe" I lower my face into his hair, revelling in his scent. "Don't worry hun, we'll get through this"

 

[Venom160]

I'm shocked at what I hear, but my shock soon turns to worry for War. I can see plainly his distress.

He holds his head in his hands, and I turn and embrace him, wrapping my arms completely around him as if to protect him from the outside world.

"****, babe" I lower my face into his hair, revelling in his scent. "Don't worry hun, we'll get through this"

[Angel]

I don't know what to think, what to do. I can't let ArchAngel come back but I don't want to lose my wings either, iv had them for so long that the thought of never being able to fly again sends shivers up my spine. I jump slightly as I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Don't worry hun, we'll get through this."

And just like that all the worry, the grief, and pain of the last few weeks just melt away as I wrap my arms around Ali resting my head on her shoulder. At that moment I could care less about my wings, if thats the price im going to have to pay for getting Ali back I'll gladly tear my wings off right now.

"Ali I.....Iv missed you so much."

I feel tears start to well up in my eyes, as hard as I try I can't hold them back.

"I thought Id never hear your voice again."

I hold her closer afraid that if I let her go I might loss her again.

 

[sag002]

<Carnage>

[blackout]I offered you peace and you spat in my face!! NO PEACE!![/blackout]

"Well technically I did'nt spit in your face but I......."

Before I could finish Venom's fist slams into my face breaking several of my teeth.

"Hey thasss not niccce! Atleasht wait till I finissshhh my witty remark before ya knock my teesh out!"

I lunge at him slashing his chest repeatedly.

I have a feeling that the suit diverted all pain receptors into me, because it hurt a lot more than it should have.

[blackout]AAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!![/blackout]

I fell to my knees holding my chest.

[blackout]N...now, you diiiiiiee*[/blackout]

 

[Venom160]

I have a feeling that the suit diverted all pain receptors into me, because it hurt a lot more than it should have.

[blackout]AAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!![/blackout]

I fell to my knees holding my chest.

[blackout]N...now, you diiiiiiee*[/blackout]

<Carnage>

[blackout]AAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!![/blackout]

As he howls in pain I feel a surge of pain in my chest aswell, almost as if I could feel his pain. I shake it off in time to avoid acouple of tenticles.

"Eddie I know your still in there cause I can sense you, the suit is going to kill you if you stay in there. I can get you out of there, let me help."

 

[sag002]

<Carnage>

[blackout]AAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!![/blackout]

As he howls in pain I feel a surge of pain in my chest aswell, almost as if I could feel his pain. I shake it off in time to avoid acouple of tenticles.

"Eddie I know your still in there cause I can sense you, the suit is going to kill you if you stay in there. I can get you out of there, let me help."

[BLACKOUT]It's tearing me apart!![/BLACKOUT]

Suddenly the pain hits me in the head like a ton of bricks. I can barely stay awake.

[BLACKOUT]PARKER!! WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO TORTURE ME!!!??[/BLACKOUT]

 

[Venom160]

[BLACKOUT]It's tearing me apart!![/BLACKOUT]

Suddenly the pain hits me in the head like a ton of bricks. I can barely stay awake.

[BLACKOUT]PARKER!! WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO TORTURE ME!!!??[/BLACKOUT]

<Carnage>

I shift through through Peter's memories and turn myself into a form that I hope will reach Eddie, his father.

"Eddie you can't let the suit control you, come on son fight it!"

 

[Byrd Man]

Two weeks.

That's how long it's been since our battle with Mole Man and that punk Electro broke out.

Two weeks since we rescued Sue and still no sign of Victor

I'm at the top of the Baxter Building, going over my notes when I hear footsteps behind me.

"Reed?"

I look up to see Sue standing there with a worried look on her face.

"Reed, I want you to get inthe bio-scanner and let me check you out."

I pull my glasses up off the bridge of my nose and follow Sue to her labratory.

"Just go ahead and get in."

I get into a small, orange globe and feel sensors and lasers go over my body, After about five minutes I stretch my neck out of the globe and next to Sue's computer.

"So what's the damage?"

"Um Reed, I don't know how to say this but you don't have any organs."

"What?"

"All your organs are gone, they've been replaced by what looks like bacteria cells and where your stomach is suppose to be is an amebeotic sack."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that when you stretch, your body stretchs with you. It makes sense really, when your skin stretchs what would happen to your organs. May I ask a question though? Does that stretch?"

I feel my face go red, before I can answer I hear glass break and a scream echo through the building.

"What now?"

 

[sag002]

<Carnage>

I shift through through Peter's memories and turn myself into a form that I hope will reach Eddie, his father.

"Eddie you can't let the suit control you, come on son fight it!"

[BLACKOUT]Shut up! SHUT UP!! You are not my father!! LET ME GO!!![/BLACKOUT]
I recognize my father as the man who raised me. The suit recognizes him as its creator...and abandoner. Not a good idea. The suit lashes out uncontrollably.

 

[Venom160]

[BLACKOUT]Shut up! SHUT UP!! You are not my father!! LET ME GO!!![/BLACKOUT]
I recognize my father as the man who raised me. The suit recognizes him as its creator...and abandoner. Not a good idea. The suit lashes out uncontrollably.

<Carnage>

He moved so fast that he caught me off guard, he grabs me by the throat and lifts me off my feet.

"Um hello don't have to breath remember?"

I plunge my claws into Venom's chest digging around hoping to grab aholed of the host inside.

 

[Feature]

IC Max Dillon: Electro
Season II - Part Seven

Max Dillon spent half the night picking shards of glass out of his flesh. The other half he spent worrying. Worrying and sobbing.

"I'm dead!" He thought. "I might as well be dead!"

The more he thought about his situation, the more Max began to wish he hadn't busted out of the Baxter Building the way he did.

"What did that chick say anyways?" He began to wonder "Did she say she could stop all this? That she could help me?"

But the more Max thought about it, the more he started to see the whole thing as a great big waste of time. He knew that even if that woman could cure him, going back to her would only lead to him winding up in another holding cell deep within the Triskelion. And cured or not, he swore he wasn't going back there.

As he sat in the night, bleeding and crying, he began to consider other possibilities.

"Come on, Max! THINK dammit! Who do you know... who do you know? Fisk probably has a dozen people in his service who could cure me. Yeah, Fisk could afford any procedure I might need!" Suddenly a deep frown creased his face. "Aw, who am I kiddin'? Why would Fisk help me out? Why would he foot the bill to cure one thug when he's got thousands more at his disposal?"

Following another intense fit of sobbing, Max Dillon began thinking again. "There's gotta be someone else, there's gotta! THINK Max,THINK! Just then an idea struck him like... well, like a bolt of lightning. "Osborn! Osborn could do it! Why didn't I think of this sooner? He knows tons about all this science mumbo-jumbo! That's how he made his fortune! And look what he did to himself! This stuff is Osborn's life!"

Electro shot into the air, moving at incredible speed. He was going to find Osborn. He'd beg him if he had to. It was a long shot, but it was the only shot he could take.

 

[Noon]

[Angel]

I don't know what to think, what to do. I can't let ArchAngel come back but I don't want to lose my wings either, iv had them for so long that the thought of never being able to fly again sends shivers up my spine. I jump slightly as I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Don't worry hun, we'll get through this."

And just like that all the worry, the grief, and pain of the last few weeks just melt away as I wrap my arms around Ali resting my head on her shoulder. At that moment I could care less about my wings, if thats the price im going to have to pay for getting Ali back I'll gladly tear my wings off right now.

"Ali I.....Iv missed you so much."

I feel tears start to well up in my eyes, as hard as I try I can't hold them back.

"I thought Id never hear your voice again."

I hold her closer afraid that if I let her go I might loss her again.

"It's ok, I'm not going anywhere"

I step out of the hug and look into his eyes.

"So, what do you think we should do?"

 

[Venom160]

"It's ok, I'm not going anywhere"

I step out of the hug and look into his eyes.

"So, what do you think we should do?"

[Angel]

"So, what do you think we should do?"

"I guess we go to the Professor and Dr. Mactaggart so I can get prepped for surgery."

 

[Noon]

[Angel]

"So, what do you think we should do?"

"I guess we go to the Professor and Dr. Mactaggart so I can get prepped for surgery."

"So you're going through with it? Maybe you should think about it again, I mean...I have claws, but that doesn't make me...y'know. Maybe...maybe archangel won't resurface?"

 

[Venom160]

"So you're going through with it? Maybe you should think about it again, I mean...I have claws, but that doesn't make me...y'know. Maybe...maybe archangel won't resurface?"

[Angel]

Alis' right, I should think this over more.

"I don't know what do, I wouldnt be able to live with myself if he hurt you or the others."

 

[Noon]

[Angel]

Alis' right, I should think this over more.

"I don't know what do, I wouldnt be able to live with myself if he hurt you or the others."

"Trust me, I know how you feel, but this is a big decision. What if it like, damages you mentally or something. I know that flying is a big part of who you are"

I take his hand in mine and squeeze gently.

"Just make sure you're sure, y'know?"

 

[Venom160]

"Trust me, I know how you feel, but this is a big decision. What if it like, damages you mentally or something. I know that flying is a big part of who you are"

I take his hand in mine and squeeze gently.

"Just make sure you're sure, y'know?"

[Angel]

I node my head and flash her a loving smile.

"Yeah your right, I should seriously think about this."

A heavy silence falls between us, there was so much I wanted to say but I just couldnt get the words out. I smile at her again and open my wings fully.

"I guess this is the new me."

I know it was a stupid thing to say but I wanted to lighten the mood between us and that was the first thing to come out of my mouth.

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"I let you down, Uncle Ben."

Spider-Man knelt down at the grave of the man who had been a fatherto him for as long as he could remember. He kept the mask on because, frankly, he was afraid to shoow his face. He was embarassed by what he did and what he had let himself become.

"You always taught me about power and responsibilty. And I tried to live up to it. I tried every day. But I was just too weak. Too arrogant. Too cowardly to uphold those principles. And now, now Mary Jane is paying for it. She's paying for my mistakes. And now, now I think I'm too weak to keep on living. I'm looking for the coward's way out again. I need help, Uncle Ben. I need guidance. I need a sign. Please, Uncle Ben. I don't know what to do."

 

[Byrd Man]

Hulk was shocked that Captain America was ready for him, the two punches to his head knocked his tooth loose.

"Blue Man think he funny, Blue Man make fun of Hulk behind Hulk's back think he smarter tha Hulk, let's see how far Blue Man can fly."

Hulk grabs Captain America by the throat and jumps high up into the air with him. At the pinnacle of the jump Hulk place his self above Captain America, he was set to fall ontop of Cap when the hit the ground.

"Let's see if Blue Man go squish"

Hulk said as he and Cap fell back towards the earth.

Time seems to slow down as Captain America breathed steadily.

Okay Steve, Think what have you got to stop this big brute?

He wiggles his arm and pulls a small taser out of his belt.

"Here you go Banner."

He plunges the taser into Hulk's skin. The green behmoth pulls his hand back, giving Cap a chance to turn Hulk around to where Cap is on top.

"Ow! Blue Man hurt Hulk!"

Hulk takes his massive hand and wraps it around Cap's throat as they descend towards the ground at increasing speed.

"Banner..."

He says through a clenched throat.

"WHAT!"

"Look behind you."

Hulk turns his head just in time to have it meet the central park earth.

Hulk's body creates a massive crater near the small lake in the park.

Captain America was sheilded by Hulk's body and save for a bad headache, remained unscathed.

S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers and agents covered the area within five minutes and found a dazed Captain America on the grass next to a unconscious Banner.

"Captain America Sir, are you alright?"

He looks up and nods slowly.

"Yes I'm fine, but you may want to put a straight jacket on the good doctor."

As the agents and soldiers carry Banner away Steve just lays there on the grass his thoughts lost in time, a specific date.

June 6 1944

 

[Byrd Man]

Normandy, France
June 6 1944

"Blahhh."

I hear the sounds of Bucky&#8217;s dry heaves over the crash of the English Channel waters.

He&#8217;s nervous; hell I&#8217;m nervous. It&#8217;s the biggest seaborne invasion in history. There&#8217;s about three million of us coming over and I&#8217;m apart of the first wave at a section code named Omaha Beach.
"
We got one minute till we hit the beach!"

The pilot of the landing craft yells over the din and I look up to see the Normandy coast approaching fast. There are two dug in concrete bunkers and a machine gun turret in the middle.

"Thirty seconds!"

I take the plastic wrapper off my M1 Garand, put a clip in place and slide the bolt action into place. One in the chamber ready to go, my shield on my back in case I need it.

"Ten seconds!"

I close my eyes and rub the locket around my neck for good luck, inside is a picture of Gail.

"Listen Bucky!" I yell over the noise

"If anything happens to me, I want you to take care of Gail and make sure she&#8217;s safe."

Bucky nervously nods and puts his camera around his neck. He has a small sidearm but that&#8217;s all the munitions he carriers.

"Five seconds!"

The boat slows as we approach Omaha Beach, The door swings open and a hail of gunfire fills the small landing craft as I grab Bucky by the collar and throw both him and myself overboard into the water. The water is about teen feet deep as I swim towards shore, Bucky fast behind me.
Bullets fill the air and mortars darken the early morning sky and the stench of death and blood fills my nostrils, War is indeed hell.

I lay on my belly and make my way towards the sand wall, Bucky half running half crouching in my wake.

"Okay what do we have?"

I yell to one of the commanding officers.

"Well Captain America, we&#8217;ve got about three men manning the gun turret in the middle of the two bunkers and the only way we can reach them is by scaling the cliff embankment."

A member of the demolition squad crawls up to the sand wall and takes a small explosive device called a Bangalore on the barbwire fence covering the sand wall.

"Fire in the hole!"

He yells as an explosion rocks the nearby area and the barbwire blows off the sand.

"Let&#8217;s move!"

I run off the sand and towards the bunker wall, dodging bullets and shrapnel along the way. The other soldiers catch up to me and the officers squat next to me.
"What&#8217;s the plan Captain?"

I look at the two bunkers in-between the cliffs and the machinegun turret at the top of the cliff.

"Hold this."

I give one of them my gun and slip my shield off my back.

"I&#8217;m going to try to bounce it off the cliff walls until it hits the machine gun turret."

I toss the shield into the bottom of the cliff and watch as it bounces off different rocks and ground, finally reaching the turret where it slices through the gun barrel.

"Open fire!"

A hail of gunfire fills the air as the US soldiers drop the three Germans.

"Okay people, let&#8217;s get to climbing."

Fifteen minutes later

I peek over the top of the cliff and see no one in sight. I wave to the
soldiers behind me to start coming up.

"We need to get into those two bunkers disable the gun turret. Half of you come with me while the other half follow Sergeant Hormel."

We head towards the right bunker and stand at the reinforced door. I knock.

"Who&#8217;s there?" the voice behind the door says in German.

I look around at the dead soldiers and read one of the German&#8217;s nametags.

"Sholtz! Now let me in." I reply in perfect German.

He&#8217;s dead before he can fully open the door, a bullet to the head.

"Okay Gentlemen, Give me some cover fire, I&#8217;m going in!"

An hour later

I&#8217;m sitting on top the bunker, looking out at the Atlantic Ocean. Bucky taking pictures.

"Hell of a day Cap, do you think we can turn the tide?"

I look at him and anwer earnestly.

"Bucky, I don&#8217;t know."

 

[sag002]

<Carnage>

He moved so fast that he caught me off guard, he grabs me by the throat and lifts me off my feet.

"Um hello don't have to breath remember?"

I plunge my claws into Venom's chest digging around hoping to grab aholed of the host inside.

With my mind, whatever's left of it, I want to reach out and grab the arm. But the suit doesn't like that idea. I toss the creature at a wall as hard as possible.

 

[Venom160]

With my mind, whatever's left of it, I want to reach out and grab the arm. But the suit doesn't like that idea. I toss the creature at a wall as hard as possible.

<Carnage>

Its no use, where ever I reached the suit just moved him just out of my reach. He grabs me by the throat again and throws me into a wall leaving a good sized dent in the wall and leaving me dazed.

"Hey that wasent very nice! Im telling mom.........."

Everything goes dark.

 

[Cyrusbales]

GAMBIT: Season 2 - Hawkeye Part 5

As the volume of bullets died down with each arrow that flickered across the room, a very pised off gangster made his way across the room. Bullets zipping past his head, he was so focused and oblivious.

Gambit slid another card out of the deck. The glowing pink king of diamonds headed towards a once crisp blue suit.

A large fist snapped the projectile out of the air, with a glow emminating from between his fingers. A faint bang vibrated the steely grip, before the remnants of the card were scattered to the floor.

"I want my money, and i'm going to get it"

The cajun steadied himself as the menace grew close, preparing to dodge his fist or at least soften the blow.

THUD

The gamblers face was in an instant world of hurt as he sprawled out across the floor a few meters back. The shadow of a very displeased man was cast over him.

"The money"

Gambit was in trouble, but as long as his new found archer companion could keep the rest of them busy, it'd be alright. He had himself a plan...

GAMBIT: Season 2 - Hawkeye Part 6

As the dark shadow of the gangster shrouded Gambit, the sound of nearby gunfire became the last of his worries.

The tight fist of the blue suited menace became an outstretched hand, ready to pick up the Cajun, and inflict all kinds of cruel punishment.

&#8220;Let me say it again for you, the M-O-N-E-Y&#8221;

The beaten down southerner quickly collected up the remaining notes that had spilled out on the floor, as the violence inside spilled out onto the streets.

Hammerhead paused, standing over his opponent, waiting for him to hurriedly fill the bag. Stuffing the bag with the last few notes, his semi-gloved hands zipped up the bag and threw at the gangster. Springing to his feet, he quickly backed away.

&#8220;That&#8217;s more like it&#8221; The flat-topped man commented as he began to unzip the bag.

Gambit halted his run briefly, then turned back to send a sly wink. Looking concerned, Hammerhead fully unzipped the bag, to find himself being illuminated by a pink glow.

&#8220;YOU BAST&#8230;&#8221;

BOOM

The blast cut him out mid sentence and flung him back into the bar with a cracking sound of splintering wood and the smashing of breaking glass.

&#8220;Tis only money mon ami&#8230;&#8221;