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They were in the thick of it. They gave the bastards the slip a few blocks back but they had little doubt they were still being hunted.
For now they were hold up in an empty old bar, in the early hours of the morning trying to regroup. At least they were all in one piece. The vampire hunting holier than thou pricks had been using flash bang grenades and arrows to try and incapacitate Cassidy from a far.
"How do these assholes keep finding you?" Tulip climbs up and swings her legs over the bar.
"I wish I knew love, they're awful persistent buggers." Cassidy pulls an arrow from his shoulder and groans as it comes out. Pain written on his face as he tosses it to the side.
"Well we can throw some molotov cocktails..." Jesse starts lining up the bottles on the bar.
"Shame to waste it." Cassidy slumps against the bar and holds a rag to his shoulder to staunch the blood flowing from his leaking shoulder. He picks up the nearest bottle and drinks deep.
"Sacrifice and all that." Jesse smirks.
"Oh aye, I suppose tis a good cause."
"What the hell are we suppose to do with this?" Tulip comes up from under the bar holding a gun, a rifle of some kind with a wooden stock that looks like it's out of an antique store.
"What's this thing shoot like one bullet at a time?" Tulip looks it over, she knows her weapons but she's never bothered with anything this outdated.
"Are there bullets for it." Jesse questions, they can use it if there are bullets no matter how old it is. He starts looking down where the gun came from. Tulip lays the gun on the bar and joins Jesse muttering "what a useless gun to have in a bar."
Cassidy is stuffing a rag into the bottle he was drinking from preparing it to be used in the fight and he glances over at the gun on the bar. He picks it up and turns it over in his hands. "Well hello, look at you." He smiles smitten.
He slides the bolt on the side, it moves smoothly in his hand. He examines the chamber and finds it free of rust. "Someone's taken good care of you haven't they." he talks to the gun fondly.
"Found 'em" Tulip throws a box of bullets up on the bar.
"Oh yes! Jackpot!" Cassidy forgets the hole in his shoulder in his excitement, the wound had started to knit together tore open and bleeds again.
Tulip scrambles to find more rags to stuff in bottles. Jesse comes up with some kitchen knives and a corkscrew.
Cass slides a bullet into the chamber and works the bolt action into the loaded position. "Ahh would you look at that she's a beaut."
"Got a thing for old guns Cass?" Jesse asks Cass is often enthusiastic but he's never seen Cass quite so enamored with a weapon before.
"What no, no no, well... just appreciating it is all." Jesse sees a small smile spread on Cass's face, the one that makes him look suddenly very young and full of hope instead of the streetwise and mischievous grin he usually wears, it makes Jesse smile too.
Cass starts stuffing some of the bullets in his pockets. "I think the stairs in the back go to the second floor. I'll go see if I can find a good vantage point and put this baby to good use."
"Yeah, you go find a room to be alone with that old ass peashooter." Tulip calls.
"Ha. ha. don't listen to the mean lady, we'll show her you can get the job done." He grabs the box with the rest of the bullets and bounds up the stairs.
The more hunters he can take out at a distance the better their chances of getting out of here. The dickheads came prepared this time they brought practically a whole God damn army.
Where they keep finding all these overzealous half wits Cassidy can't figure.
Above the bar is mostly rooms used for storage but one has a bed in it and Cassidy doubts it's for employees to sleep on.
He gets low in the window on the front side and scans the street. He doesn't see anyone yet but he knows they're coming. He stays low and moves around to the other side of the room and checks out the window there.
He can see them now. They're creeping in their little army gear playing like they're real soldiers.
Cassidy kneels and uses the butt of the rifle to knock a hole in the window. He crouches resting one elbow on his knee, rifle stock to his shoulder, finger on the trigger. He breaths slowly out steadying himself and waits for a clean shot.
Another step, one more, come on yeh bastard...Bang
He drops one. He clears the chamber. Tulip was right about the gun being old there isn't even an automatic cartridge ejector Cassidy has to clear each spent round by hand but it's ok he knows how. He deftly reloads.
The other's have gone for cover not knowing where the shot came from. Cass delights in confusing the hell out of these idiots. The fact that they are too stupid and filled with righteous brazenness to stay undercover is just the icing on the cake.
Bang, he clears the hot cartridge to the floor. He drops another man and another as they make a push for the bar. Damn fools.
Cass fires at any man that sticks their head out. Then they get really brash and organize to try and charge the bar. That's when the molotovs start flying and the vampire hunters break their ranks.
"That's right, that's what you get you wankers." Cass laughs as he reloads.
Some of the vampire hunters do push through their fire and Cass knows it's time to move. He knows Tulip and Jesse can take care of themselves but this was never meant to be their fight.
He shoves the rest of the bullets in his pockets takes the gun and hurries down the stairs.