Roland The Mercenary
Roland was a few miles from the city of Taas. He'd promised the old man he'd get the guns back for him but was seriously starting to regret it. He was tired after 5 miles of walking and sat donw on a rock. His feet were aching so he took off his boots and let his feet out in the open for a while before he put them back on. He walked another mile before spotting a column of smoke rising out of the forest. It was 2 miles from where he was currently and he decided to rest up before heading over to it. It could very well be the bandits that had taken from Johnnson the gun smithy. Roland walked for another fifteen minutes before he turned off the road and rested in a field just south of the smoke. He Sat down and took a quick smoke before getting back to the job at hand. That camp was still a 2 miles away after all.
Roland took cover behind a tree just 15 yards from the camp. These were the bandits all right. They were young, just as Johnnson said, and were armed to the teeth with rifles, revolvers, swords, and knives. Roland saw one of the guards put his gun down and sit against a tree. They were kids and weren't used to standing for so long. Roland took advantage of this and snuck up behind the tree the kid was resting against. Roland took off his belt and wrapped it around the guards throat, who was too suprised to react and, before he could scream, Roland brought the belt up against his neck and choked him. The boy slumped over, dead, and Roland took his gun, which was a Mauser German semi-automatic pistol. A rustling behind the bushes alterted Roland of the second sentry behind him. "What the he-" before he could finish Roland took a knife from the dead boys belt and thrust it into the others throat. He was stunned for a moment and, as his lings filled with his own blood, he fired off a single bullet just before he drowned in his own blood. Roland ripped the knife free and ran behind a nearby tree. He was well hidden by the time the sentries reached the dead boys. "Sh*t! Joe and Hogarth are dead!" one of the boys threw up and a second voice, this one female, spoke up. "Well don't just sit there! Find the b*****d who killed them!" She was obviously the commander as the two boys replied with, "Yes Ma'am." and "Right away Ma'am!" One of them ran to Rolands tree and was quickly silenced by Rolands new knife which was thrust into his forhead. The newly dead form fell to the forest ground with a soft
Thump! The girl tripped over the dad body and Roland once again began his deadly act, but she blocked the blow with her own knife. The moon light shown on her face and Roland got a good look at his next victim. She was petit with blonde hair and fiery blue eyes, much like Rolands blue Bombardier eyes. Her voice was quiet. "Don't kill me mis-mister." She said as tears fell down her tan cheeks, "Please! I- I'll get as far away from here as possible just please don't kill- look out!" She reached into Rolands holster and fired a single shot at the third sentry who had a rifle aimed at the back of Rolands head. "Carly...why?" He asked with puzzled eyes just before his body fell over into a pool of blood left by Rolands second kill. "I'm sorry.... Jose." Carly said with even more tears streaming down her cheeks. Roland decided to let this girl live, she killed a close friend just so she could survive and Roland could tell this was hard on her. He couldn't trust her however and took off his bandana. He tied it around her mouth and used Jose's belt to tie her legs together, making it hard for her to escape. She didn't struggle.
Roland was on the opposite side of the camp now. Carly's murder of Jose was loud and the leader of the bandits brought all of his guards to his tent, obviously fearing for his/her life. Roland scouted the enemy formation. All the children were circled around the tent with the infantry in front with they're swords and knives, and the ranged soldiers behind them with rifles and revolvers. Roland would have to play this smart to get out with his life. There was a single weakspot in the formation as there always was and Roland spotted it quickly. The back was weakest and there were only 5-6 troops guarding it, and Rolands revolvers held 6 shots each. He neard the back of the tent and saw the children there. They were incredably young, the oldest was about 14. He silenty regretted what he was about to do. Roland brought up a single revolver and let loose. All six shots hit their mark. All six children died. He sighed and sprinted to the back of the tent before more children he'd have to kill arrived. He dove into the tent and was on his knees with both of his guns in his hands. The leader bolted up right with his hand on his gun and kicked the wooded table, centered in the middle of the tent, over. Roland fired two shots into it and both missed the leader by and inch. More children rushe dinto the tent and Roland emptied his last four shots into them before beggining the task of reloading his guns. He had a single bullet in the chamber before the leader sprung up from cover. Roland fired. A large hole instantly appeared in the leaders chest, it was about the size or Rolands knee. The leader, who was male and wore a leather jacket with a skull near his heart, placed his hand over the hole and felt through it just before slumping over and banging his head on the wood. Roland holstered his revolvers and took out the Mauser he'd taken off of the first boy he killed. Instantly five guards rushed in and Roland shot each of the in the head, neck, and chest. All of them either died on the spot or, in the case of the necks and chests, bled out.
thats when all the other infantry stopped coming in for a few minutes to steel themselves, Roland took this time to reload all of his guns. After about two minutes or so the last of the soldiers ran in and Roland shot each and every one going through about 30-40 bullets. The firefight was over in a single moment. All of the children lay dead or dying. The latter were quickly silenced by Rolands foot. He stared at the aftermath. Blood was everywhere, on the tent, on bodies, on HIM. Roland ushered a prayer and walked out of the tent.
He retrieved Carly from her restraints and told her to pick up all of the weapons. She obeyed without hesitation. She placed all of the weapons in a bag she'd taken from camp. She was scarred by the faces of all her dead friends. Roland tied the bag of weaponry closed and swung it over his shoulders. He looked at Carly's face and placed his hand on her back to at least try to comfort her. She shrugged his hand off and began to weep. Roland suprised her with a hug. "We're taking you home little girl." he said before correcting himself, "Carly." Her eyes opened wide as he said her name. "Okay." She said quietly. Roland and Carly walked to the road and after a few miles the pair ran into a caravan. Roland stopped them and placed the bag of weaponry on the cart. "Here take these to Johnnson, the smithy at the gun store. Tell him Roland completed his task." The caravan driver nodded and began his trek to the city or Taas. Roland picked Carly up and held her in his arms. The two began they're journey home with Carly sleeping in his arms. After a mile or two night fell on the world and Roland decided to rest up before the rest of his journey. He set up a camp fire and took off his duster. Roland looked over to Carly, who was asleep, and placed his duster over her to keep her warm as she slept. Roland fell asleep against a rock not long after.
