Jericho Sladec saga

Part 1: Burning Down The House
AccountThirty
Posted 9/10/2007 1:18:28 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic last week. I told you all that I am resigning myself to a life of peace to live with my girlfriend now that I have freed her from the clutches of her over controlling jerk of a father. I really wanted everything to be happy, and for nothing to come between us again. It seems that even a single moment of happiness is too much for me to ask, because every moment of happiness is only a prelude to my own personal suffering. It has begun once again.

This happened yesterday, we were painting the new apartment we moved into together, I didn't even have most of my stuff together. We were both getting hungry.

Mary: I'm getting hungry, Account Thirty. Think....maybe you could run across the street and get us some sandwiches from the deli?

Account Thirty: Anything for you, Pretty Bird.

Mary: Aww..you're so sweet.

She kissed me on the cheek. Finally, I had something worth holding on to. I left the apartment to get the sandwiches. On my way through the hall I saw a rather suspicious man walking down the hall. Sunglasses on, baseball cap, stood about 6'1''. Scruffy beard. Was carrying a box. I didn't think anything of it, and I can really tell that I'm letting my guard drop. I'm getting old. I should have tailed him, I should have beaten his identity out of him.

When I got back with the sandwiches it was too quiet. Mary wasn't anywhere to be found. I searched the entire house with my Glock drawn and pointed anywhere danger could emerge before I even noticed the monotnous *BEEP BEEP* of my answering machine. After securing the area, I tapped the button to let the audio play.

There was nothing but silence. Three seconds in, it dawned on me. I had seen this trick before. I grabbed a nearby box of stuff and threw it through the glass window of our bedroom, thereafter diving out of it three stories down onto the asphalt only seconds before my entire apartment errupted with a silence shattering *BOOM* and a fiery eruption. Charred debris fluttered out of my window. The bomb was just big enough to light my apartment up and set the building on fire.

Someone has kidnapped my girlfriend and made a professional attempt on my life. And I swear on my GameFAQs account, I am going to find out who. Blood WILL be everywhere.

Part 2: The Man Behind the Mystery
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:36 PM
message detail Many of you remember my topic yesterday about my girlfriend being torn away from me by a mysterious stranger, who later tried to blow me up in my own apartment. You can read about it here.

http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=400&topic=38147625

I decided I needed to shake some people down for information if I was going to get anywhere in tracking Mary down. I went to a diner that was nearby a base for breakfast, and waited for one of my primary "contacts" to come in. He walked in with a tall and broad shouldered friend of his. No doubt protection that he picked up since the last time I beat information out of him. I waited for he and his friend to get a booth, finished my fried eggs and walked over to them calmly.

Account Thirty: Hello, Matt. It's been a while.

Matt: Da...oh ****...oh **** man....look, I don't know ANYTHING, okay?! I don't know what's got you bothering me, but really man, I don't...

Brute sitting next to him: Who the ****'s this midget? What is he, 5'4''? Why you afraid of this chump, Matt?

Matt: Derek...don't start any trouble, man this dude...this dude hits hard...

Brute named "Derek": I can take him...

Matt: I'm tellin' you man, he hits hard!

Brute named "Derek"L I can take him...

Account Thirty: You're welcome to try, punk.

The big stupid gorilla got out of his seat and lunged at me, throwing slow and predictable haymakers that I had no trouble stepping around. He threw everything into a left hook and stumbled forward. I raked his leg with a foot sweep and grabbed him by the back of the head sending him face first into the tile busting his nose against the floor. Blood was everywhere. I let him get back up again only to punch him in the jaw twice to let him see what his friend was talking about. Derek was laying slumped over a table, I was punching him in the face over and over again. Matt knew better than to try anything. He knew what I'd do to him if he did.


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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/11/2007 3:26:47 PM
message detail Then, out of my peripheral vision I caught a familiar glimpse. I looked up across the street, and lounging against an alley wall was that same bearded man from earlier. He must have followed me. No longer any point in wasting my time with my informant, I rushed outside with my Glock drawn and waved it around the corner of the alley. The beard, sunglasses and baseball cap were on the floor and a ghost was in front of me.

Account Thirty: You!!! You're ****ing dead, why do you keep coming back into my life?!?!?!?

Mysterious Stranger: Glad to see you recognize me, Account Thirty.

It was my old partner, the most vicious and ruthless spook I ever worked with in BlackOps. Goes by the name of Jericho Sladec, demolition specialist and a formidable gun fighter. He taught me half the things I know about killing, right after he tried to sell me off to a group of Nicaraguan gun smugglers as collateral when he changed sides in the middle of a mission. I unhesitantly fired off four rounds to his chest. He stumbled back but didn't even lose his footing, he had to have been wearing Dragon Skin or some sort of prototype body armor which right off the bat told me that this was a government sanctioned hit and not a personal vendetta.

He pulled a Steyr TMP (Tactical Machine Pistol) from his trench coat and unleashed a wave of .9mm rounds. I ducked behind a dumpster dodging most of them but could feel a few already cut deep into my shoulder. I fired two rounds into a trash can across the alley from me crumbling it inward and tossing the lid my way. Catching it I swerved the corner throwing it at his face like a frisbey and hitting him in the jaw, stunning him for long enough for me to run out of view. I jumped into a cab that was gliding by and ordered the drive to ignore the stop lights and drive at gun point. He must have not wanted to chase after me that bad, because I managed to get away for now.

Jericho: That's okay, Account Thirty. I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer.

I am now officially ****ed. It is very possible I could be dead within the hour. This is no army punk I'm dealing with, or some old man angry that I ****ed his daughter. This is the most vicious killer I've ever met. I will kill him, or he will kill me. There is no other way.

Part 3: Machine Gun Showdown
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:30 AM
message detail Some of you remember my topic about my girlfriend being kidnapped, and thereafter having a run in with my old partner. The most dangerous g-man that I've ever had the misfortune of working with, a guy who's had killing as his hobby since he was in grade school. Our brief encounter ended in a draw, but I had to hijack a cab and gain as much distance as possible. This could quite possibly be my last adventure.

I ditched the cab and driver when he drove me into a shadier part of town, I know that Jericho wouldn't be far behind me. I kept thinking about our last encounter. The last time I saw him we were fighting bare handed in a mine field. I thought I left him for dead, but I never managed to confirm the kill. He was an expert tracker, and no doubt already closing in on my position. I waited for him with only two magazines left in my Glock inside of a completely vacant warehouse. I barricaded the back entrance and made sure that I had the front covered. Now it was just a waiting game.

I had my gun pointed at the double doors of the warehouse for four hours straight. I had gotten no sleep, and no food since the diner. My eyelids were beginning to get heavy and all of my senses distorted. I kept thinking I was hearing things and then finding out it was a cat, or something. I started to think that I should settle in for the night, and began doing so against my will.

I must have blacked out or something, because before I know it I sprung awake and jumped away from my current position narrowly escaping a blade to the throat. I landed on my back and emptied a magazine in the position I just left, and the sadistic **** had somehow snuck in right behind me with a 9 inch blade. My .45 slugs did nothing to the dragon skin armor he had on. I scrambled to reload my last magazine. He pulled his Tery TMP. I ran for cover narrowly escaping a hail of .9mm rounds which somehow managed to not completely drown out his maniacal laughter.

Account Thirty: What's with the ****** machine gun?!?!

Jericho: Remember when I ripped out that eye? I told you it'd make you a better shot. Didn't want to take any chances with a real gun fight. Told them I wouldn't go in without some decent armor, either.

Account Thirty: Who's 'them'? Still running wet jobs and errands for Uncle Sam, or is it just your hobby now?

I could hear him loading a fresh hi-cap magazine into the TMP. I racked a round into my Glock's chamber.

Jericho: You've incapacitated nearly a third of the United States Army. At this rate they're gonna have to reinstate the draft, and then it'll be the 1970's all over again. You just pissed off the wrong people this time.

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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/12/2007 11:20:41 AM
message detail Account Thirty: Oh yeah? Well, I hope they're paying you enough to die for them!!!

I veered around the corner, this time not firing at his body, but firing at the submachine gun in his hand. He raised it my way, but I had the jump on him. I always had better reflexes. I used my entire remaining magazine, and somehow I got a lucky shot. One of my .45 rounds lodged into the barrel of his submachine gun just as he pulled the trigger to fire. The barrel banana split from the pressure of the compressed gases inside and the entire weapon exploded in his hand.

Jericho: Son of a *****!!!!!!

I rushed him while he was stunned, spinning my empty Glock around in my hand and swinging it at his face like a club. I beat the heavy slide of the weapon against his face, causing more indistinquishable curses of pain. He soaked up the damage I was doing with my new club like a sponge and palmed my face. He slammed the back of my head through a nearby storage crate. He threw me against the wall then kicked me in the ribs. Two of them gave in, another one felt like it cracked. He then slapped the weapon out of my hand sending it to the floor. He slammed my face into the foundational flooring of the warehouse cracking concrete. My nose shattered. Blood was everywhere.

I desperately pulled a grip knife tucked under my belt out of it's sheath and stuck it in his leg. While he recoiled in pain trying desperately to pull it out of his thigh I did my best to recollect myself and dive out of a nearby window, getting a running start as far as I could manage. In the confusion that ensued, I left my empty Glock. He walked over to collect his trophy, picking it up off the floor.

Jericho: Huh....Dakero's Glock. ****in' cool.

It won't be much longer. I am almost completely out of weapons, and I am exhausted on energy. I don't even know if my girlfriend's still alive and by the end of this I may not be either. This could very well be my last topic on GFAQs.

Part 4: Defusing an Atomic Situation – Dakero style
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:46 AM
message detail Many of you remember my previous topics talking about my past coming back to haunt me. A vicious contract killer was sent on my trail and kidnapped my girlfriend as bait. Two run in's with him have nearly left me dead, severely injured and weaponless. In my last encounter he broke three of my ribs and managed to take my Glock from me, it has almost appeared that all was lost. I only had one advantage.

I managed to find the place the scum bag was hiding out. The top floor of a vacant building that was set for demolition next week. Obviously he planned on finishing the job before then. I sat watching him through the sky light curl with a 60 lb kettlebell with my girlfriend tied up laying on a bed in the same paint stained clothing from the last day I saw her. I was trying to put a plan of action together, but I had no real weapons on me. He had taken off the dragon skin armor that was giving me so much trouble in the past, and put all his weapons away. If there was any time to strike, it was now.

I jumped through the sky light getting the initial surprise on him. He looked in total surprise as I fell through the roof tackling him and rolling to the ground. I grabbed a large shard of glass as I hit the floor and began stabbing him with it. As it became more clear to him what happened he caught my fist and closed my hand around the glass, shattering it and cutting into my hand. He then threw me against the wall catching his breath.

Jericho: You..how the **** did you find me?!?

Account Thirty: My Glock you took? I stuffed a bug in it before I started clubbing you with it. I knew you couldn't resist it, and I was right. You ****ed up.

Mary: Is that you, Account Thirty? Oh thank God!

Jericho: Shut up, *****!!!

Account Thirty: Just hang tight, sweetheart. I'll be done with this in a minute.

Jericho: This just saves me the trouble of tracking you down again. Now, we can fight as warriors. Hand to hand. It is the basis for all combat.

Account Thirty: Have at you, Sladec.

He rushed me, and we began hammering away at each other with our bare fists. Each punch traded became exponentially harder. More of a slug fest than anything. Just as his fist collided with my nose, my fist collided with his, both of them shattering instantly. Blood was everywhere. I kicked him hard in the knee and grabbed a nearby telephone slinging it around his throat trying to choke him to death. He managed to severe the line with a shard of glass, then stabbed it in my thigh.
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That wonderful smile is gone for eternity.
AccountThirty
Posted 9/13/2007 11:32:57 AM
message detail While I was stunned, he wrapped his hands around my throat choking the life of me, strangling me against the nearby bed. Everything was going black. I was choked up a mouth full of blood. It was everywhere. I desperately reached for something to hit him with as my life was fading. I fixed my grip around the 60 lb kettlebell he was earlier working out with and swung it across his face knocking him five feet away completely dazed.

We were both panting for breath. He grabbed a heavy paperweight and rushed me to cave my skull in. Swinging it overhead, I grabbed a nearby book and jammed his arm with the spine of the hardcover. I slammed the base of the spine against his bare foot, causing him against to scream in pain, thereafter shoving it against his throat and pushing him into the bathroom. Using the close quarters of the confined room he fed me a knee and then elbowed mebreaking it over the top of my skull nearly knocking me unconscious. I practically started throwing up blood there. Grabbing me by the throat he slammed me threw the medicine cabinet of the bathroom causing a bunch of various items to fall out. I saw a can of hair spray.

He rushed back to the apartment room and pulled his 9 inch combat blade from a sheath under the bed. I had to think fast, there was no way I could take him with that thing unarmed. I grabbed the nearby can of hair spray and pulled my zippo lighter out of my pocket hoping it still had fluid in it. I lit it and sprayed the flammible liquid all over him. His entire body became enveloped in fire. He tried to rush me, but I push kicked him back.

Jericho: AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHH IT'S NOT OVER YET DAKERO!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

He dived out of the window of the apartment studio, falling 40 stories to the artificial man-made lake outside screaming all the way until he hit the surface of the water.

Account Thirty: See you in hell, Sladec.

I untied and un-blind folded my girlfriend right there. We started making out and had sex in that dirty, vacant apartment studio. I took her home. Everything is again as it should be, I am now safe from the worst fight I have ever been in. I am going to have to lay low for a while, and take it easy until my injuries recover. See you next adventure.