[Episode 49750] [Episode 49750]"All right boys, find someone else to play with because the big guy has to go home now. Tu comprende?" B. B. Hood raised the Uzi and waved it for effect. "Come quietly and nobody will have to get hurt too much."
The robot rotated its torso slowly and ponderously to face the woman who had threatened him, while the man began to crawl away from it, sobbing. "Following you is not within my mission parameters. Disarm yourself and vacate the immediate area or you will be destroyed."
The girl in the red cowl and cape did not drop her weapon. "Oh, it's resisting capture. I was hoping that would happen." She then, with no exclamation of attack or rage, dropped to one knee and quickly rolled to her right, spraying 9mm fire as she rose.
Huitzil didn't have time to project a force field beyond the one he had extended around Cecil, and the bullets struck him directly in the chest, richocheting off with a flurry of KA-PWING noises. His armor had held, and not one bullet had penetrated to his inner workings. His left arm changed into his Xolotl gatling cannon, an ammo belt emerging from the back of his massive shoulder, and he began to spray in the bounty hunter's direction.
Bullets struck all round her, and B. B. Hood had to momentarily change he focus of her actions from "Shoot and subdue robot" to "Don't get my head blown off". She backflipped, rolled, jumped, ducked, and weaved, each fluid motion causing her to miss a lethal stone projectile by millimeters. It was as if she was caught in a deadly hailstorm, and though the weapon fired at her was not accurate, it shot rapidly enough to more than make up for it. She wasn't sure if she could keep dodging them for much longer -- and behind the cacophony of Huitzil's autocannons, she heard the crazy man moaning about soul-drinking beasts in service to the queen. Deciding there was no way she could keep this up, she dropped her Uzi behind her as she tucked and rolled to avoid another fusillade of ammo. The Uzi deformed from several hits, then exploded altogether. The chaingun spun down B. B. Hood stood up, holding two empty hands in the air.
"Okay, Terminator, okay. You win, you win. I dropped my gun, now could you turn off your death-cannon?" She flashed her "innocent" smile, practised hundreds of times in front of her mirror.
The robot paused, then stated "X-ray scans show large concentrations of metal and explosives on your person. Disarm yourself fully or be destroyed."
"Okay, okay. Just give me enough time to take them all off..." Hood slowly, and with both hands in the air, leaned downward and began to hike up her dress, as if to remove the three land mines she kept taped to its inside. Then, with a quickness that can only come from experience and not training, she dove forawrd, drew her silver-plated Colt Python from its holster on her wrist, and fired three times in one fluid motion. She'd hoped that she'd hit him fast enough that his stone Pentium couldn't process her attack, or else she'd be reduced to bloody chunks soon.
Huitzil did take a second to process the attack, and by the time he saw that she was not disarming herself, it was too late. He attempted to spin up the Xolotl cannon again, but found it impossible -- the bounty hunter's pistol had struck his cannon three times, deforming one of the barrels enough so that it could not rotate through the firing mechanism -- effectively making the entire cannon useless. He flipped back his right hand to show a shining knife, but by the time he brought it out, she was upon him. She grabbed him over the back of his head and pulled herself onto his body, touching her revolver to his optic sensor. A split-second later, he brought his hand-knife to her neck, its point drawing a tiny spot of blood.
Neither moved. If Hood fired, the shot would certainly blind Huitzil and would most likely destroy his processor, in effect killing him. If Huitzil struck, his knife would easily punch through the bone surrounding Hood's brain, killing her almost instantly. Any attack was sure to provoke a counter-attack as one or both of them entered their death throes.
For a few minutes there was no sound, save for the howls of a desperate, crying man shrieking "Monsters! Monsters coming for us all!"
(Posted Sun, 08 Jun 2003 21:55)
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