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The story of Julio Toro's last stand.
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"####! ####! ####!" Julio Toro shouted to his HUD display while smashing both fists on the gunnery console. His gun had been destroyed, jammed and busted by that last rocket hit. The breach on the left side of their Windsor II was a gaping hole, letting smoke and dust into the cabin. Through the haze, he could see the enemy's pickup truck clearly, its dented armor still without a breach and its rocket ports opening up for another volley. Worse still, they were definitely not moving fast enough to turn away, despite the best efforts of Langley, their driver.

"Brace for another impact!" Julio yelled, turning to his brother Rafael who looked back at him helplessly. His gun had jammed also, the red light on the console blinking like a metronome of doom.

"No more guns! We are out!" Julio told Langley.

"I did notice that," Langley replied in his typically cool manner as he frantically spun the steering wheel towards starboard. Miraculously, the sedan slid down the sand dune, spinning fortuitously clockwise just as the sound of zooming rockets sent shiver's down Julio's spine. When the missile hit, there was a searing rush of heat and vibration, but no shrapnel. The heavy metal plates welded over the rear window took the brunt of the explosion. The Windsor lofted off of its back wheels and slammed down at an odd angle, bringing the vehicle to a sudden stop. The enemy's pickup narrowly missed them as it rushed past at speed. They were alive but sitting like ducks on a pond.

"He is coming around for another hit," Langley informed them as he tried to get the vehicle moving again. "Taking defensive action."

"Screw him!" Rafael shouted. It was the first thing the large brooding brother had said in hours and a rare exclamation in the heat of battle. More surprising was his next move. Rafael grabbed his shotgun off the seat, drew his revolver and in one swift move jumped out of the car. Julio watched helplessly. Running towards the pickup, Raf fired repeatedly, hitting with at least eight of ten quickly fired rounds. Laughing to himself in this grim moment, Julio noted that his brother had never hit so accurately at the practice range. Metal flew off the pickup's armor, but the small caliber rounds were useless in stopping the onslaught. The pickup's driver finished the turn and Julio could see the smiling eyes of his adversary as the rocket ports opened again; this time there was no turning away. The rockets flew, landing with a shuddering thud, just low of their target, exploding against the sand dune near the crippled Windsor. Devastating shrapnel, sand, fire and heat tore at Julio as he moved, instinctively, using his body to shield his driver from the blast. In this last heroic moment Julio Toro died instantly.

The CB radio crackled. It was the disembodied voice of their enemy taunting them. It said, "I will kill you and your whole family!"

It was too much for Langley, who had survived the latest attack. He grabbed the handset and shouted, "Quarter, quarter, quarter! We surrender."

The only response was a blast of machine gun fire, another weapon on the loaded pickup truck. A hail of bullets swept over Rafael as he raised his shotgun, dropping him with the impact of three rounds to the upper body, ripping flesh and cracking bones. Later, as they were dragging Langley from the car, the driver felt grateful to see the younger brother still breathing, his burly teenage frame miraculously powerful enough to absorb the .50 caliber impacts. At least that was some small solace.

"Is this Julio Toro? Your famous squad leader?" A growling voice asked rhetorically. It was the driver of the pickup, a woman of around 22 years of age, old for a gang banger and possibly pretty, except for the radiation burns that marked her skin.

"It was!" her compatriot, a hideously ugly mutant man, mocked.

"Well, that evens the score," the rad-burned woman noted. "You killed our boss and now we killed yours. Go back to the Gateway Truckstop and tell everyone what happens when you mess with The Tusk."

She ripped off Langley's headgear. The radiation of the sun immediately began burning his eyes. As his vision adjusted, he saw the rad-burned woman jump back into her pickup as the ugly mutant started up the Windsor. Both vehicles quickly vanished over the dunes, leaving Langley and the motionless Toro brothers behind. Raf moaned as Langley ripped open his first aid kit to slap-patch the teenager's bullet wounds. His combat vest had absorbed most of the gunfire, but the damage was still severe. Langley urged him to his feet. "Walk! We have to walk."

"Julio?" Rafael asked helplessly. Langley just shook his head and turned the boy away from where The Tusk had tossed his brother, keeping him from seeing the carnage. There was nothing to do but head down the road, back to Gateway. Langley reloaded Rafael's pistol and put it into one of the youngster's bloody hands.

They had to be ready. The mutant rats always come out near sunset.
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*Posted Aug 27, 2012, 12:41 pm Last edited Aug 27, 2012, 1:31 pm by lordhuey
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