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The Stranger has tracked down the modern day bandits to a nearby warehouse. These bandits just happen to be another set of mercenaries, ones who have some pretty high level military knowledge that they aren't supposed to have. He's here to make sure they don't remember.
The Stranger approached the warehouse from the left-hand side. The first step was to gauge what he was dealing with, trying to see how many individual outlines of people he could make out through the walls. For this one, he brought his trust Big Iron and a satchel charge to breach a single door if necessary.
A total of Six. One inside the door, three gathered in the center room, and two more down a hallway past that. One floor. Big front door, warehouse garage back door.
Simple enough. The Stranger heads to the big door with one of the men inside of it and begins setting the charge he brought with him, a timed explosive. Once set, he's move off to the side, clasping at the big iron on his hip.
The door explodes, smashing the guy inside behind it as he goes down! He begins to see movement from inside, the three blips in the middle heading toward the entrance where the other two seem to be retreating further inside!
Okay, nothing out of the ordinary. Through the smoke and debris of the blast, he should be able to get the jump on them. With a steady hand he grips the big iron on his hip and raises it firing off three consecutive shots at the outlines ahead of him.
The stranger re-holsters his weapon and begins taking steps toward the man on his knee. As he approaches his throws the heel of his boot into the mans face!
The Stranger gets swept, but braces his fall on his back with the his arms and the palms of his hands! He pushes off them and kicks both feet toward the mans knees!
The Stranger pushed him off, but not before grabbing the magazine he was reloading! Getting back to his feet, he runs over to the machine gun and reloads it!
The machine gun drops as the blast knocks him back on the other side of the pillar, which has a chunk missing out of it now! He felt the concussive blast on that one.
His head was ringing and he was having a hard time standing up as the blast had really knocked him around. His balance was off now and his knees were shaking. Why was he so careless at that point? What mistake did he make and how could he correct it? Probably trying to be too flashy on the job. He knew better, but it was getting bland and it was showing in his actions. He really needed a change of pace after this job.
Gonna have to make this one really count, he thought, grabbing his weapon and aiming dead on at the two men. He'd check the state of the room. Should be little wind or interference with them being indoors, but the lighting was sub-optimal. he could make up for that with thermal vision to make sure he has a clear shot on what he was aiming for: another missile.
He assumed they'd fire again, and he attempted to steady his aim. As soon as he saw another shot blast out of the launcher he'd fire at it and attempt to blow up both men where they stood!
The Stranger walks up where he went flying, getting close and placing the barrel of his big iron in the coughing mans face. From where he was laying, it must've seemed like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is, game was rigged from the start.