Ch1. And I Feel Fine...

They finally did it. Mankind had finally succeeded in destroying the Earth. The world became a barren wasteland with the majority of all life gone within minutes of the blasts across the world. Those who survived the blasts struggled to live off the land fighting one another for food water and fuel. Chaos was rampant with the strong oppressing the weak, those with power took what they wanted leaving nothing of value behind. In this world the scales have shifted in favor of chaos and it is up to one man to bring balance to the world and he is the Sword of the Mountain.

"Revy you ready we have a caravan to capture" a muscular middle aged black man, with dark sunglasses, yelled down the hatch of his armored car to his gun woman. "Yeah Yeah Dutch I hear yah" replied Revy as she looked out at her target. Revy was an athletic half Chinese woman with purple brown hair, and well toned muscles. She had two pistols that she kept under her arms for easy access whenever she was in a firefight.

"Alright Revy remember as soon as they get into the pass we will move into range and take out the front and back cars" Dutch said as he readied the repeater ballista turret attached to the top of his armored car aiming at the lead truck. "Then we swoop in and kill them all" Revy grinned evilly as she loaded a clip into her Barret Riffle and aimed at the last vehicle in the caravan. As the line of trucks moved into a narrow pass their plan was set into action and they began moving into range.

(Play Dead Man Walking by Bloodsimple)

As Revy got her targets within her sight she fired four shots at the last truck, two for the driver and two for the passenger. When Dutch got his sights on the lead car trying to get out of the caravan as quickly as possible he cranked the wench of his ballista and fired at the tires trying to prevent the target from escaping. The first thru fourth bolt hit the side of the car imbedding themselves 3 inches deep, while the fifth and seventh were successful in taking out front tire while the twelfth thru fifteenth bolts put the rear tires out of commission.

With the caravan trapped in the small path with no way to escape the two began picking off anyone who held a gun. Revy took out five guys trying to spot where the attacks originated from, while Dutch grabbed his Winchester M12 shot gun preparing for the close quarter combat. After Revy finished off her riffle's clip she cocked both her cutlasses as she prepared to jump from the moving car.

As the armored car turned to the side Dutch held on for dear life that he may not be flung from the moving vehicle's momentum while Revy jumped from the car and flew through the air. As she headed down into the kill zone she fired her guns multiple times killing seven men before she somersaulted across the top of a truck before running towards the back of the column shooting anyone who got in her way.

By the time dutch made it to the front of the column Revy had finished neutralizing any and all threats from the rear and was running towards Dutch. At that time their were only a few stragglers who tried desperately to fight the attackers yet they were no match for the devil woman with two guns.

(A/N:End Song. Unless you want to hear the full thing which if you do then be my guest because its a great song.)

The last remaining people from the convoy were smart enough to know when they were beaten and they quickly dropped their guns and surrendered. "Aww and just when the fun was starting" whined Revy as she kept her gun trained on the eight remaining people all huddled together. "Revy you know we can't afford to keep on having drawn out firefights we barely had enough ammo to take and hold the caravan." Dutch told her with an annoyed tone. Look just keep an eye on the hostages while I make sure the cargo is still in one piece." "Fine what ever" Revy huffed as she kept watch over the men who were surprised they were still alive.

Dutch looked through each of the trucks and saw that the caravan was chock full of food water and most importantly fuel. He counted about twelve barrels of oil that could run his employer's vehicles for two to three months if rationed accordingly. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a signal flare firing it into the sky.

Shortly after the flare was shot the ground rumbled as multiple trucks and humvees pulled up next to the armored car stationed at the top of the path. Men and women armed with all manner of weapons piled out of the vehicles in a military fashion surrounding the area as they prepared to transport the captured goods. As the food and water were checked they began to loot the bodies for weapons and ammo that they either carried or threw into the trucks for transport. As the small army finished gathering up what captured they started each of the trucks and drove out of the path out into the open wasteland.

After a good two hours of Driving the convoy and an armored car called the Sand Dune, arrived at a towering wall. After a short check in and processing they were allowed to enter the large metal gate. Inside were the remains of a small city that bustled with people moving away from the trucks as they sped through the streets towards a large hotel located at the center of the city surrounded by a barricade that separated the regular people from the hotel.

"Ah...That hits that spot" Revy said after she downed another glass of Bacardi. She Dutch and Benny, their driver/tech genius, relaxed after a hard days work in their favorite bar the Yellow Flag. It was a bar that resembled an old western bar from the old movies, with its patrons playing cards for bullets and drinking home brewed alcohol or, if they could afford it, some of the vintage alcohol that survived the war.

"You know Dutch we got it good hic we find convoys kill people and drink to our h-hic-earts content and the law can't stop us hic because we are the law" Revy said to Dutch as the alcohol began to have an effect on her speech. 'Soon the booze will affect her mood and then we'll all be in trouble' Dutch thought to himself, chuckling as he watched his gunman drink herself into a stupor.

"Dutch!" said a pleased yet stern female voice that came from behind him. He turned around know full well who it was and faced a blond woman in a red business suit with burn marks covering her face. She was Balalaika, the Kapitan as her subordinates called her, she was the reason Revy was able to drink to her hearts content and allowed them to have a roof over their heads at night. Everyone who lived in the remains of the city owed her much and never dared to double cross her less they suffer a fate worst than death.

"There you are, I wanted to properly thank you and you team for finding and alerting us to the large convoy of much needed supplies. Thanks to you our militia will be well fed and mobile for the time being. The Snake Skins will also be set back months of scavenging which allows us the time to plan our attack" she said with an almost unnerving confidence.

"Your welcome Miss Balalaika, we are happy to do jobs for you anytime" Dutch said with a smile. "Well that's good to hear because tomorrow I need your team to scout out a possible outpost of our enemies, if it is an out post report back to us immediately, if it is nothing more than an oasis or a camp then we will recruit them to our cause" Balalaika replied as she walked away.

Dutch sighed as he turned around and drank from his glass. "Tomorrow is going to be another long day."

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