Posted 1:16 PM by Tim
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Goodness, so few ideas lately. More unrelated stuff.
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Jonah ran down the corridor and turned sharply left, ducking and stopping just past the corner. He leveled the shotgun and heard the running footsteps following him. He was glad he didn't have to cock the weapon now, as the sound would give away his position. The steps were getting closer. He could hear more than the one set of footfalls. They came closer.

One of the footfalls stopped, but one continued on. "Rookie, wait!" called out a voice. Too late, the young man zipped around the corner and received a shotgun blast to the face as his prize. The scene moved in slow motion like in an action movie. As soon as he shot, Jonah dropped to the floor. Shots blasted bits of plaster out of the corner he had been hiding behind. He recocked the shotgun and rammed the barrel through the thin plaster. He fired a shot in the direction of his stopped pursuers. With his free hand he grabbed the foot of the unlucky rookie and pulled him behind the corner.

Jonah flipped the man onto his front, grabbed him by the back of his bulletproof vest and recocked the shotgun in a series of moves that would make John Woo envious. Hoisting the rookie and himself forward, he ran back towards his pursuers. Three of them crouched low in the hallway, one was reloading his pistol with a speed loader and the other two were keeping up suppressing fire on the corner he had been hiding behind. The two firers turned and loosed a hail of shots. Jonah used the body of the rookie as a shield and fired at the legs of the man on the right. The shell blasted a hole into his leg and brought a bright splash of blood. He hurled the body of the dead man at the other shooter and flipped the shotgun end-for-end grabbing hold of the still smoking barrel. The barrel burned his hand but Jonah ignored the pain and focused on moving faster. He placed one foot against the left wall of the corridor and proceeded to run up it.

While running over the heads of the three shooters, Jonah wound himself up and used the butt-end of the shotgun as a crude bat on the head of the last man. The man's head snapped back and he toppled over. Jonah finished his short run down the wall and continued down the hallway back the way he came. He hoped there weren't any more pursuers - he was nearly out of shells.

::Reader's Note
I'd love to draw this, because it just seems so vivid. My trouble is that I don't think I could portray it. Maybe I'll try anyhow.

I'll try to get back into some sort of continuity soon.
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