BXBX NOVEL Chapter 199: Really that naive. [2/2]
"Understood!"
"Take your time boo, I\'ll be right behind you."
Those who remained at the front also had their own problems and plans.
"Mike, Joshua, cover me. I\'m reloading."
"Use the box of blessed bullets Scott, so that the build-up will be taken care of."
"Got it, Mike."
"I just used my blessed ammo, but I will use {Reload} if it gets dicey."
While I could take over and bomb the living hell out of the zombies at the front, I continued to fight lazily as I observed. As soon as the girls arrived, I would go with them, so the 2nd Amendment would have to learn to operate without me.
"Joshua seems to be the natural leader who plans everything. If even Mike and Santiago, who were professionals, followed him, he must be someone with skills."
With Angela away, I switched weapons when the MAC-11\'s ran dry and shot my way through with the Punisher 1911\'s. When I saw the black steel finish on both, I became dissatisfied.
"Calling two black pistols Ebony and Ivory is fucking stupid. I am going to order new pistols tomorrow at the very least."
Although the MAC-11\'s had a smaller caliber, firing them in single bursts was not as fulfilling as shooting double akimbo with 1911\'s. Since combat was easy, I began training to invoke bullet time while shooting undead.
Again using the Gun-kata from the movie Equilibrium, I combined martial arts stances with pistol shots. The result was a bloody dance of lead. Eventually the zombies began to overrun my position.
With only 8 round magazines, it wasn\'t long before both of my 1911\'s ran out of rounds. I pressed the magazine release on both of my pistols and holstered them as both slides locked to the back of the pistols.
"Ugh, time for an awkward reload. {Code}!"
At my call, my brain slowed down time to minimize my fumbling. I then pulled two magazines from both sides of my belt. In one smooth motion, I inserted a magazine into the receiver of each pistol with the arm on that side.
The bullet time definitely allowed me to minimize the mistakes by focusing. Once both mags were in, I pulled both 1911s simultaneously and pressed the slide locks, completing my akimbo reload.
Time resumed and I used my pistols to blow the heads off the zombies around me. Scott began firing again, drastically reducing the number of zombies surrounding my position. With covering fire, I holstered the 1911\'s and did a MAC-11 variation of my Akimbo reload.
It was almost identical to the 1911 akimbo reload, except the MAC-11 doesn\'t have a slide lock. The MAC-11 didn\'t even have a slide. As a submachine gun, it has a bolt instead. Which you can fire from open or closed.
So for the final step, after I inserted the magazines into the MAC-11\'s, I removed them from my hip holsters. I move them to my 1911\'s and use my pistols as ledges to push the bolts back in one quick motion.
My akimbo reload was originally called a one hand reload. It was used by the Army to allow a soldier to reload his secondary if he lost his hand. I simply modified it to be done with both hands on two pistols at once.
Even though my reloading style was boring as hell, it worked in under 10 seconds. Since my two hands were doing mirror actions, it was easy to make mistakes, so I decided to save bullet time for those instances.
The nerd in me wanted to try throwing weapons in the air and stuff. Hell, I even had {Aim} and {Perceive} so I could make sure both guns landed on the magazines. But somehow I didn\'t like doing those fancy tricks.
I liked things simple. Simple was boring, but who would complain as long as the job got done.
With both sets of guns reloaded, I used the MAC-11\'s to blast the shit out of the zombies. I tried to listen in on the back line and noticed that the crisis had passed.
"CLAIRE! You do that again, I break your legs! Understand?!"
"But Sister Angela!"
"Layoff her puta, she tried to save you. If it was me I would have let you take a Chuckie to the face."
"Nigga, play nice. We all friends here."
"Shut up, Blackie! And you cholo, why didn\'t you stop Claire?"
"You think I didn\'t try, puta? Señorita ran as soon as she saw the chuckie coming for you."
"Sister, I\'m sorry, please don\'t be mad at them. It\'s my fault. Sniff. Sniff."
"See what you did, nigga, you made baby boo cry!"
"FACK! I not angry Claire! I want you safe. Don\'t cry!"
"But you\'re all fighting because of me. I\'m sorry. Sniff. Sniff."
"Senorita, calm down. We are friends, see? Good friends."
(Get hand off me cholo, before I tear ball sack.)
(Do you want to see her cry? Go along puta.)
"Hahaha! Yep! Good friends! Stop crying Claire!"
"Really?"
I didn\'t even need to see them to know what had happened. But it seemed that Claire had become the glue that held the rest of the squad together.
"Either she\'s really that naive, or she\'s playing the rest of the team like a fiddle."
The rest of the defense was uneventful, except for the Golden Wick girls seeing Claire covered in blood from a close fight.
Addison and Phillip arrived with LLG\'s second dismantling group.
"Phillip, get us some floodlights and barbed wire similar to those used in WWII," I instructed.
"Understood, Sir Addison, could the Production Reapers make both items?"
"Do you want them now or later? If you give us an hour, we can make both."
"Then take an hour and give it to Phillip when it is ready."
"Got it, Limitless."
After the handover was complete, I called the team and prepared them to leave for a new zone. I allowed Golden Wick to gossip again about Claire\'s experience. The effect of her earning another 300 souls made the rest of the dismantling team drool.
"Haha, you have not seen anything yet," I commented in passing.