El Diablo

Chapter 5 (Pally sends his regards....bitch)

I walked into the hotel with all of my weapons except my PGM 338, I left that in the trunk. I carried a duffle bag full of my personal weapons and I walked to my room. My room was on the first floor. The room wasn't spacious, but it will do for the job at hand. I set my AR15 next to the automatic rifles and I set myself up. I changed into my suit. I picked up the M4A1 and put it over my shoulder. I put the uzis on my hips in holsters. I set the PPSH 41 in a x shape with the M4A1. Finally the last automatic I had I put under the M4A1 and the PPSH 41. I waited until the clock struck 10. That was when the party started upstairs. It will be easier to clean out the rooms if there are less people there. I creaked my door open watching two people walking into there room. I took the M4A1 off my shoulder and I walked out of my room. I crouched walking to the next room. I stood up then kicked open the door. The people were startled by me. They backed away as I shut the door. I aimed down the iron sights then fired. The blood soaked the carpet making it damp. Then someone knocked at the door. I crouched down behind the bed waiting. The door opened and men in black suits aimed guns my way. I counted to three. 1.....2.....3. I popped up from the bed unloading with the M4A1. There bodies dropped and I walked to the door. I used the door as cover as bullets flew down the hallway. I turned on my x ray vision goggles in my mask. 30 of them on the floor. I checked my M4A1s clip. 8 bullets left. I pulled back the hammer then flipped the corner. I began to fire and everything slowed down. I watched as the bullets flew through the air. Each of them hit a different target. Time went back to normal when I tried to fire on a empty clip. I crouched back into cover as more bullets flew through the air. I took off the strap on the M4A1 and I slid it into my room. I pulled my PPSH off my back. I spun the rounds in the drum mag before I began to fire again. The entire firefight was in the right side of the hallway. I turned on my heart beat scanner on my wrist. 22 people were still alive. I gripped the grip of the gun. 71 bullets better make them count.

I slid out from the room firing down the hallway. Bullets tore up the hallway. They ripped through flesh, drywall and bone. I slid into my room. I tossed my M4 on the bed as people ran towards me. I quickly turned and fired at the door. Then I heard a too familiar of a sound. The clicking of no ammo. I tossed away the PPSH flipping the Uzis off my waist. A guy walked in front of the door and got lit up. The bullets impacted in his head, chest and neck. He dropped to the ground leaving a blood splatter on the wall. I got off of the ground and I got to a corner for cover. I pushed off the corner and I dove into the hallway. Bullets flew past me as I unloaded the rest of the Uzis into the mob men. The heartbeats in the room stopped leaving mine to beat alone. I sighed as a body fell from a room to the floor. I set my Uzis on my bed packing up the automatic weapons. The elevator dinged then the heartbeat monitor kicked back on again. 7 of em. I picked up my AR15 as someone yelled.

"Damn it. He killed a lot of good men find that son of a bitch" The man yelled.

"You don't have to find me guys because I found you jack asses" I yelled back. I walked out of my room then picked off his men one by one. Bullet by bullet. All, but one man dropped to the ground. Each of them had a head wound.

"Now dick head I have a few questions for you" i said. His face turned to fear. He turned to run to the elevator. I shot a bullet into his kneecap making him drop to the floor.

"Oh no no no no. We just started" I said dragging him. He screamed and yelled as I pulled him into a room.

"What do you want. Please I'll give you anything just don't kill me" He begged.

"Tell me the location of the star dancer Moxxy" I said.

"No.....i.ii can't do that. Jenkins....he'll kill me" The man pleaded.

"Then you die" I said putting the AR15 barrel to his head.

"No....no..nnn...o. Please god no" he said. I fired making his head explode. I left the body and I packed up my automatic weapons. Zipping up the duffle bags I grabbed the semiautomatic guns. I held the 12 gauge in my hands while the rest of the guns were on my back. I walked to the elevator and I went up a floor. I cocked back the shotgun as the elevator doors opened. They reached for their guns while I opened fired. Two shots each time. 12 times in all. 12 people dropped dead on the ground. I threw my shotgun at one of them as I pulled out my Remington. I shot and pumped, shot and pumped, shot and pumped. Bodies fell like flies. Bullets grazed my shoulders missing each time. I knocked down a guy with the stock of the shot gun before blowing off his head. I dropped the Remington. I pulled out the colt rifle and I ducked into cover. The elevator opened with a ton more men in black suits. I popped up now and again to fire, get a head shot then drop back into cover. I ran out of ammo making the only gun i have left being the sawed off shotgun. 6 shots. I fired two shots into three men. The next two went through four. After the floor was cleared I went back down to my room. I packed up the semiautomic rifles. I zipped up the duffle bag setting it near the other one. I pulled out the pistols and grenades. I went up to the ballroom and I pulled the pin of a cluster grenade. I whistled.