Posted by Moore on May 04, 2004 at 06:21:21:
I opened the door to Pedro's bedroom suite. I was surprised to see an illuminated antechamber about three meters square, and even more surprised to see "El Oso" (The Bear), Pedro's enforcer, along with another guard passing the time. I had pulled my Busse out of its sheath, and was at a disadvantage in firepower.
"El Oso" may not have had pants on, but he did have an extra large PASGT Vest. The large, hairy enforcer shoved his lover toward me. The guard tried to deploy his M16. His long weapon was too slow in tight quarters, and I stepped forward into his space before he could deploy it. The rifle barrel hit my right arm, and his rounds sped harmlessly to the side.
"El Oso" was too experienced to reach for his bulky Fusil Automatico Liviano Modelo IV. Instead he started to draw his M9 Beretta pistol.
Meanwhile, I had dropped the Busse knife, and drew my dandy MP7 Personal Defense Weapon. Made by Heckler & Koch, the MP7 was designed to provide penetration and lethality approaching that of an assault rifle in a package small and portable enough to be carried like a handgun. It handled like a pistol, yet allowed targets to be engaged like a rifle. A folding vertical foregrip allowed the weapon to be fired with excellent controllability to increase hit probability at all ranges. With its seven inch barrel, the HK MP7 was capable of firing 10 shot semiautomatic groups at 45 meters of less than 2 inches. The holster was high on my hip, and was very well designed for quick drawing.
As my arm blocked the guard's M16, I pointed the MP7 Personal Defense Weapon at his gut. The gas operated MP7 fired from the closed bolt position, and used a rotary locking bolt system similar to that of the HK G36 assault rifle to contain the powerful 4.6 mm cartridge. The rounds further chewed up the expensive steak dinner in his stomach, along with tearing out most of his spine. He staggered back, belching blood and shitting himself as he fell, but I was swinging the MP7 towards "El Oso".
"El Oso" was overconfident because of his body armor, or his blood was in his impressive dick instead of his arm, because he was having problems drawing his M9 Beretta pistol. I aimed at his center mass. His large, purple penis saluted me, growing larger as though he was aroused by having a weapon pointed at him.
I fired the MP7 Personal Defense Weapon. The weapon's 4.6 x 30 mm ammunition is designed to be capable of penetrating modern body armor, including that of the former Soviet Bloc special forces, as well as the standard NATO test target. Intel had briefed me that some of Pedro's men may have PASGT Vests, so I was equipped accordingly.
The rounds blew holes in "El Oso's" armor, through the fur covering his chest, into his muscular barrel sized torso, penetrating his lungs and making him stagger. I was tempted to reach for his organ as it swayed temptingly back and forth. But the enforcer reached for his pistol again, not knowing he was dead on his feet. I fired again, the powerful rounds cutting into him and turning his heart into hamburger. He sighed and fell over backwards.
I knelt down to check the bodies when a burst of gunfire punched through the wall from Pedro's bedroom just above my head.