Retribution
Junior Member
It wasn't your typical morning or wasn't it going to be your typical day. New Vegas held a cauldron of loathing scum who did nothing but kill or cheat for money and fame. And a gang of those loathing scum bags had decided to double cross their carrier, their own personal courier who worked so hard for them. No one in the town of Goodsprings expected a shoot out to happen but when they heard the chattering thunder of the 5mm miniguns shooting up old Doc Mitchel's place they went hiding. When the gang was finished mowing down the poor old house they all laughed, there must have been at least 5 of them. Just the goons who did the dirty work for their boss. Their gang didn't have a name but they loved to use big guns. But apparently the idiots forgot that the man they thought they had killed was a ex-Ranger, a science experiment that never got to see war and he was pissed.
"A-ha! I bet he's deader than a dead rat!"
One of the idiots spoke, his high pitched nasal voice was soon turned into a gasp when thunder from within the house sounded. But the gasp wasn't from that it was from seeing his stomach and small intestines splattered on the ground before him. He had a large gaping hole from where his stomach use to be. The male dropped dead to the ground while the others started to reload their guns.
"That son-of-a-bit-guh!!!"
Kathuum!! A second cannon like shot thundered in the air and the male who had shouted found himself crawling to his lower half after being blown into two. Four more left but they were now starting to run. The man inside the shredded house kicked down the shattered door with a big sick grin on his face and large sniping cannon known as the GM-JP AR Hybrid. The large gun was brought up by the bare chested ex-Ranger, the weight only can be handled with someone with great strength. His enhanced eyes looked through the scope and with a flick of a finger he switched the gun into "Rapid Fire" mode. He planted his feet hard into the ground and he waited till the men were at least a good few hundred yards away and that was when he unloaded the clip in a series of loud, powerful shots. Kathuum, Kathuum, Kathuum, Kathuum!!
The men all dropped to the ground missing large portions of their frail bodies. The gun itself smoked from the barrel and quickly the bare chested muscular male discharged the massive magazine. They forgot that the male that once worked for them was a super soldier of sorts. That shooting him with 5mm bullets would be near pointless against him. They forgot that he dealt with heavy weapons but more so cannons rather than spraying lead down the field. They forgot that he said...and he said this with a gravelly voice just like he's talking now..
"You don't f**k with Lance Walberg or I'll f**k you up. I'm coming for you Mr. Fontaine..."