WotD: 3/26

verisimilitude: noun;
1. The appearance of truth; the quality of seeming to be true.
2. Something that has the appearance of being true or real.

Damn. Same situation again. I'm limping to safety and there is yet another bullet in my leg. Just my luck to run into those guys again.

"Who are they?" you might ask. Well I'll tell you. The Boom Brothers. Yes. They're named the Boom Brothers. Long story short, they got their name by blowing up an entire building to take out a hit.

The second question you might be asking is "Are you the mark in a hit?" No. I'm simply trying to put a stop to them. You might call me a gun for hire of sorts. I'll go after the guys the cops are too afraid to. In our little slice of the world, there are cuckoos like the Boom Brothers running around every day and there are cuckoos like me who go after them.

"Come out you police humping dog!"

Does the younger Boom Brother really think that will work? He must really underestimate me.

"Duhh...Glasus, can I make little man go boom?"

The older Boom. Has the intelligence of a sack of bricks, but is as large as one and can move one with his bare hands.

"Don't worry Chunk. We'll find this little fly and when we do, we'll pluck off his wings first, then his little legs, one by one and finally, we'll give him a little present. One that goes BOOM."

"YAY! I like making things go boom."

Really? Can someone please send these two back into the comic book they came out of? I look down at my leg. It looks pretty bad and I don't know how much longer I can run. Suddenly, I hear a hissing noise near me.

Crap.

I look down and see a stick of explosive lying not too far from me. I dive away from it as it goes off, but the explosion still rattles me to the core. God I hate these two. I am sure they said something to each other, but seeing as I can't hear a damn thing, I keep moving.

I pull my gun out. A modified full auto glock 18. Not the most accurate or powerful handgun, but it is fun to shoot and intimidating as hell. I keep limping my way through shipping containers. Suddenly I feel what seems like a truck slam across my chest.

"Found him! Now Chunk make you go boom!"

Damn. The big one found me. He stands above me and clenches his hands together over his head. Perfect. I raise my gun to his chest and pull the trigger. I watch as he stumbles back and onto the floor. The smell of blood is thick in the air. I scramble, knowing the sound would attract the younger Boom.

"Glasus...GLASUS!"

The older Boom is sobbing at this point. I get away far enough to watch what happens.

"Chunk? CHUNK?" The younger Boom runs up and kneels down next to the older Boom.

"Glasus? Is that you? Chunk no good. No make boom. Chunk go sleepy bye."

"Chunk, no, no, it is NOT time to go sleepy bye okay? See? It's Glasses, your little brother. Let's go make some things go boom like you like to."

It was too late. The older Boom was gone. That is one down.

"DAMN YOU! I'll get you, you little fly. I swear I will kill you!"

I should mention one more thing. The younger Boom is smart. Really smart. His downside is that he likes to play around. Arrogance. Too bad his arrogance was replaced by rage now.

He pulls a remote out of his trench pocket and presses all the buttons on the thing. Suddenly the shipping yard lights up like a Christmas tree. Damn. So much for cover of darkness. Was it really a smart idea attacking these guys on their own home turf? It doesn't take long before the younger Boom spots me.

"Little fly."

His beady eyes stare me down and he aims his Mauser at me. I try to dive to safety but what does that get me? A bullet in my good leg. Great. Now I'm dragging myself across the ground. I really wish I had brought another clip with me. He walks over to me and kicks me in my chest. Breathing? No good.

"So...the order has been changed. I plucked your legs off first. Now to pluck your wings."

Two loud bangs. I'm near blacking out as the bastard plugs me in my arms.

"What shall we do little fly? Shall I slice you up into pieces? Shall I boil you alive? Or should I just let you bleed and then stuff you and mount you to my wall?"

I would have chosen a fourth option. A bullet to the head so I would have to stop listening to this garbage. Luckily for me, a fifth option opened up.

As the younger remaining Boom walks up to me, he suddenly hits the floor. A loud crack is heard in the distance. A few men in black special ops gear swarm around me.

"Target down. One merc injured. Send ambulance now."

It was a blur after that. Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was the shock of it all. All I could remember were men in black special ops gear at the shipping yard, men in black suits at the hospital and more men in black suits in the hospital.

Honestly, between me and you, I thought I was a goner for sure. The worst case scenario and I still don't know to this day why some kind of power above said it was okay for me to live. I always figured that I was destined for hell. I guess it just wasn't my time.

-Victory and defeat are relative to the situation. Sometimes, victory can seem imminent and the same can be said for defeat, but all that can change in a blink of an eye.-