Poisoned Paradigm

... and then Shooting Mad catches up with them.
Blonde Bimbo Alice :neckbrak and incineration: Katja Karin

“Here he comes now,” said Karin, pulling back on the cocking handle. Beside her Katja turned the ignition key and the engine purred into life. She’d spent a lot of time on that engine and it hardly made any noise as it ticked over. There was a quiet whine as the window rolled down and let in the heat.
He had company. Some blonde bimbo in a gold lame dress slit to the top of her thigh was hanging on his arm and laughing at whatever he was saying. Still if she had her arm trapped against her boob it couldn’t be grabbing her ass. Good tactics on her part. It was a shame she hadn’t had more sense than to get tied up with him.
“Can’t see anyone else,” said Katja quietly as she checked the area from her driving seat.
“Another thirty seconds,” said Karin, keeping her eye on the man. Not very imposing. No more than five-seven and one hundred and fifty pounds. Glasses yet! Still his little gang of nerdy hackers had given her more trouble than she’d expected. Time to discourage them.
“Go,” she ordered. Katja eased the car into motion quietly and smoothly, doing nothing to spoil Karin’s aim. Then the car was travelling along the road accelerating up through the automatic gearbox.
Karin smiled coldly as the simple sights revealed her targets. She squeezed the trigger on her weapon. The old German Schmeisser was lovingly maintained and performed perfectly.
The man surprised her dropping to the sidewalk and rolling back towards an alleyway.
Nothing could save the blonde bimbo though. Karin laughed as she saw the gold dress change colour as four bullets tore into her. Her mouth opened in shock and then she fell back against a door before bouncing forwards to lay face down on the sidewalk, her legs kicking spasmodically.
Karin emptied the rest of the magazine in the man’s direction and saw him jerk twice as bullets hit. He kept rolling though.
“Stop or go?” demanded Katja. “Go,” ordered Karin. She’d love to stop and make sure he was finished but it was a well travelled area and the chance of a police cruiser being nearby couldn’t be ignored.
‘I hit him at least twice,” she said as the car accelerated away harder now.
“How about the bimbo?”
“Never did like blondes that much,” said Karin dismissively.
‘Poor bimbo,” said Katja unsympathetically.

He stood unsteadily as the car roared out of sight round a corner. He patted himself down. “Ruined my jacket,” he muttered. He’d have a fair slew of bruises come tomorrow. Mostly they’d come from rolling over a couple of stones, but two big ones were where the Kevlar had spread the impacts of the bullets.
His phone was undamaged. He hit the speed dial. “You were right,” he said. “Karin just tried to machine gun me. She’s headed back to her side of town in a red Suburban. Let you know who loose.”
Important things done he walked over and looked down. The blonde lay front down on the sidewalk. Blood was pooling beside her upper body. Her face was turned to one side with her eyes open and unseeing. There was a tear in the dress by her right knee showing flesh. He considered her for a moment.
‘Nice ass,” he said in epitaph before setting off. No-way did he want to pick up a cab anywhere around here. He peeled off the torn jacket as he walked. Beneath that and the Kevlar vest his shirt was undamaged. He paused to brush down his pants and then headed on until he got to the station. On the way he tossed the jacket and Kevlar vest into a dumpster. Then he finally took a cab.

******

The Guy they called ‘Shooting Mad’ took the call with satisfaction. Things had been quiet for too long. “Vamos, muchachos!” he called. The four men picked up weapons and ran to his big open topped Cadillac. It looked old fashioned but it had power to burn. The open top gave good fields of fire. Especially for the rocket launcher he’d been looking for a chance to use.
Ric had learned his driving skills on heist getaways. The engine roared and they were away. Following orders he took a left and then a right. The suspension bottomed and a shower of sparks flashed away as the cornered.
‘Do I get to use the LAW, boss?” asked Pete.
“How do I know? Shaddap and get ready.”
Pete drew a long knife from its sheath and then returned it. He was ready. Beside him in the back Jim the Brit was opening the box from beneath the front seat. He lifted out the Thompson and then fixed the fifty round drum into place.

******

‘We’ve got company, boss,” said Katja. ‘Big Caddy just turned in behind us. Three or four guys in it.” The engine noise rose slightly and the speedo showed the suburban accelerating hard once more. Karin swore and fetched out the Schmeisser from beneath the seat and slipped in another magazine. It looked like she might need it again.

Behind them the Cadillac’s engine roared as Ric floored the gas pedal. It had a slightly better power to weight ratio and began to close the gap, then lost ground as the suburban screeched into a turn. More sparks flew as the Cadillac followed.
Shooting Mad pushed his big automatic round the side of the windshield and fired a couple of shots. “Gimme the Thompson,” he ordered. Reluctantly Jim obeyed, then fished out his own automatic.

“I need a straight stretch,” said Karin.
“That things faster than us on the straight,” replied Katja.
“Can’t be helped if I’m going to get a good shot.”
“Okay, “ said Katja as she overrode the gears and cornered again. “Another few seconds.”

Shooting Mad could see the straight stretch of road extending ahead and pulled himself upright, resting his elbows on the windshield as he took aim with the Thompson. He squeezed off a short burst and then another. Behind him Jim leaned out and added a few shots of his own.

The suburban swerved across the road giving Karin a better firing angle. She squeezed the trigger and saw sparks flashing as several hits spoiled the radiator grille on the Cadillac. At the same time Karin heard a couple of thumps from the back of the suburban and saw the flare from the Thompson’s muzzle.
The suburban was fast running out of road and so Katja swerved back towards the opposite side.
“Getting a bit hot,” she yelled.

******

“They didn’t know what to do with a woman deputy so they parked me out here to catch guys doing 56,” muttered Alice as she sat in the usual place beside the big advertising billboard. She took another sip of coffee. At least that was good, although she passed on the donuts from the Police diner.
Then a suburban came past doing at least ninety. Moments after a big Cadillac roared past. Was that a Thompson the guy half standing was holding?
Alice tossed the cup and started the motor and lights. “S.O. 12 to control. Two vehicles in high speed chase. Possible automatic weapons. Pursuing Code Three East on Bessemer. Request backup.”
“Roger S.O.12. Backup on its way.”
As soon as the big cruiser had bumped on to the road Alice started the siren. Then she reached across and grabbed the crash helmet from the seat behind her. As soon as she had that in place she buckled up. In moments she was passing one hundred mph.

******

“We got a cop behind us,” yelled Ric. He could see the flashing lights in his mirrors. Shooting Mad sat and then turned round to look. He thought for a moment. No-one was going to stop him taking out that puta Karin this time. He looked over at Pete.
‘When it gets closer take it out with the rocket,” he ordered.

Karin leaned her weapon out as the suburban made another zigzag. She could see the flashing lights beyond the Cadillac. She fired another burst.
“Cops behind,” she yelled across at Katja.
“We’ll have to turn in another mile,” Katja yelled back. “They’ll have the road blocked up ahead at Firkin.”

“Ayiyi!” shouted Ric as two holes appeared in the windscreen and something whizzed past his ear. He swerved in reflex, losing several yards. As he did so he gave Jim a better target and he fired again emptying his automatic.

The thumps were closer this time. Katja jerked. “I’m hit,” she gasped, keeping both hands on the wheel.
“How bad is it?’ called Karin, looking across in concern.
“Hurts like hell,”
“Okay when we make the turn stop and block the road. I’ll shoot them up as they turn in.”
“We’ll shoot them up,” gasped Katja.

******

Alice was trying to crowd the Cadillac without getting into good firing range. She was passing on reports as she drove. If she remembered right there was a junction about half a mile ahead. Would the van turn off? She got ready to report.

“Okay,” shouted Shooting Mad, over the noise of the wind. “Jim you steady Pete when he lets that cop have it.”
Jim had just finished reloading. “Got it,” he said.
Pete stood, glad to have Jim hanging on. He had to aim down so the back blast would go above Ric and the windscreen.
For his part Ric scrunched down as far as he could and still see to drive.
Convulsively Pete pressed the firing button. The tube jerked and then the rocket ignited.

Instinctively Alice twisted the wheel as she saw the rocket flare coming at her. At a hundred and eight mph the power steering wouldn’t allow her much of a swerve, but it was still too much for the tires. The car started to tumble.
The swerve took it out of the track of the rocket, which hit the road and exploded. White hot metal tore into the back part of the cruiser.
The patrol cruiser made four complete rotations before it stopped. Fuel dripped from the damaged tank. After about a minute it encountered shrapnel still hot enough to ignite it.
Alice didn’t stir. Her head rested forward as if she were sleeping. Despite the helmet and the belt the impact had snapped her neck.
She never felt it as flames engulfed the vehicle.

******

Ric’s hair stood on end as the wave of heat passed just above him. He straightened up in time to see the explosion.
“Got him,” said Pete in satisfaction (and some surprise) as he saw the police car rolling over.
“Now we finish those bitches,” shouted Shooting Mad.

******

“Hang on,” gasped Katja as she powered into the turn.

******

“Hang on!” screamed Ric as the saw the suburban swing towards the side road.

******

Katja sped on another sixty yards then stamped on the brakes. As the vehicle slowed she used the handbrake to skid the suburban broadside on. With a gasp she turned off the ignition and grabbed her pistol before opening the door and getting out. Her free hand grabbed at her injury. White pain caught her and her hand came away red. After a moment she found she could breathe again. She wiped her hand on her jeans and staggered to the back of the vehicle.
Karin aimed through her open window as the Cadillac roared towards her and then abruptly started to slow as its driver saw the roadblock.

******

Ric fishtailed the Cadillac to slow it enough to make the turn then twisted the wheel to correct his direction, pushing hard on the throttle to give the car enough power to pull through the turn. The car was still accelerating as Ric saw the other vehicle rapidly draw nearer. He slammed on the brakes.
“Madre de Dios,” exclaimed Shooting Mad as he saw the flame reaching out for him from the vehicle just ahead. He threw himself sideways as the windscreen exploded into fragments.
Ric was the only one in a Cadillac wearing a seatbelt. He gasped as the belt thrust into him. An airbag would be nice about now he thought as the car impacted the suburban at over twenty mph.
Pete wailed as he was thrown forward. Somehow he bumped off Ric’s head and the side of the Cadillac before ending up on the road. Groaning he pulled himself to his feet.
Beside him Jim felt a leg break as he braced against the impact. He screamed as he was lifted and then fell back again. Still in agony he reached for his automatic.
Something banged into his head and Shooting Mad saw stars. Then he was conscious again and started to drag himself up from the floor.

******

The impact sent Karin sliding across the seat and out of the still open passenger door. Apart from a bang from the steering wheel on her elbow she reached the ground more or less unscathed and still holding the MP40.
There was no time to check how many rounds she had. It would have to be enough. She started round the front of the suburban as Katja staggered round the back.

Katja saw a man out of the vehicle. His hands were empty. Inside the car she saw two other men. One was waving an automatic in her direction. She made sure she fired first.[attachment]Karin 5.jpg[/attachment]

Karin also saw Jim and targeted him with a short burst. His shot missed Katja. Her shot and Karin’s burst didn’t. Jim fell back with four holes in his favourite skull.
Pete saw the flash of Katja’s automatic. His hand dropped to the knife still sheathed on his belt. It came out and up as he took three steps forwards.
Had Katja not been injured she could have handled the attack. Weakened, her quickly taken shot missed and she gurgled as Pete drove the knife into her midriff.
Pete twisted his weapon as Katja sagged against him and then he pushed her away, with the knife tearing across her midriff before coming free. She staggered against the rear of the suburban as he stepped forward and stabbed her again. This time the knife tore upwards through her camisole and bra and through the soft tissue of her breast. He stepped back leaving the knife in place as Katja fell back. Blood bubbled at her lips. Her hands came together over the first injury. She looked down at the blood pouring out over her hands. Then her head slipped another inch forward and stopped moving.

Karin could see the driver struggling to free herself. With a cold smile she fired again and saw him jerk. He slumped forward and the Cadillac’s horn began to blare. She noticed someone moving from the corner of her eye and swung to see Pete standing there with his bloody knife in his hand as he stabbed forward. Her heart lurched as she realized what this must mean. The Schmeisser swung almost of its own accord and hammered three times before stopping. Pete was flung backwards by the impacts and fell groaning back to the road where he had so recently been lying.
Time to get out of here, thought Karin.

Shooting Mad finally managed to sit up just as Karin shot Pete. His hand clutched the Thompson and he pushed the door wide and stepped out.
Karin saw. No point in running, she thought. She stared coldly at him as he raised the weapon. She saw the cold smile on his face and then the flare from the Thompson’s muzzle.
The old Chicago piano played its tune and Karin danced to it. The red bursts of gore across her top turned the garment red. Slowly, unwillingly, the bullets hammered her to her knees, her arms jerking and hurling away the useless weapon she held. Her eyes held Shooting Mad for a moment and then they rolled upwards as she fell backwards.

Shooting Mad looked in the car. Nothing here. He walked over to Pete and saw that there was a chance he could be saved if the cops got here quickly enough. No witnesses, he thought. He placed the muzzle over Pete’s heart and solved that problem. His gaze took in Katja’s body.
Carefully he used his handkerchief to rub down the Thompson and then closed Pete’s hand over the grip. Couldn’t do any harm.

He started walking up the road. After a while he began to whistle.

Everything has gone wrong with this story. I had it written a couple of days afterr Blondbimbo posted then my Daz 3 went down. My Photoshop is complaining about the licence which meant I couldn't use my best brushes. Then my Poser 8 which my family got me as a present can't find all the DAZ items I uploaded except the base figures. I had to use Stephanie 3 for Karin as the only petite figure available. I couldn't even inject a character and had to use what clothes I could. Myapologies! The DAZ items are there but the installation path must be wrong. So I also couldn't access my [police outfit for the Alice picture.
Finally I got the 5th picture mislabelled and so I have photos at the end of each part that should be elsewhere. And it trook two weeks longer than it should have to post.

I promised myself I'd get into Poser this year but I'm not off to a good start! I suppose the only way is up though.

I hope people enjoy it anyway!

First Impression is very good Steph!
Well the story, as usual is action packed and flows fast. The deaths are sexy. All in all well written.
I ll admit the illustrations are not perfect, but for a beginner they r very good. I for one found them very enjoyable and sexy.
Keep it up
WD

Steph,

Great story....Who could ask for more in a story then the following:

1. Written by Steph

2. Killing a blonde...

3. Killing Katja

4. Killing Karin...


WOW!....This is story heaven...


Hugs,


Victoria

Oh this one was really really cool! thank you for incluidng me!

I love machineguns and Karin is a very hot victim

Excellent story, Steph.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... I loved it Steph

I loved being able to rid the world of another blonde......

and a death dance to a Thompson.... thank you so much

UNNNGHHH!! That was good! Thanks, Steph - nice renders too!

Hugs
Katja

Everything has gone wrong with this story. I had it written a couple of days afterr Blondbimbo posted then my Daz 3 went down. My Photoshop is complaining about the licence which meant I couldn't use my best brushes. Then my Poser 8 which my family got me as a present can't find all the DAZ items I uploaded except the base figures. I had to use Stephanie 3 for Karin as the only petite figure available. I couldn't even inject a character and had to use what clothes I could. My apologies! The DAZ items are there but the installation path must be wrong. So I also couldn't access my [police outfit for the Alice picture.
Finally I got the 5th picture mis labeled and so I have photos at the end of each part that should be elsewhere. And it took two weeks longer than it should have to post.

I promised myself I'd get into Poser this year but I'm not off to a good start! I suppose the only way is up though.

I hope people enjoy it anyway!

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This should shut you up, bitch!

Thank you Stephanie....Nice story....I quote the problems you endured...Understandable your trying to rid the world of blonds...and your cohorts Karin ,Ash and Victoria all seem to have a pathological hatred of all blonds.....tut tut tut.....I think I will have to teach you all a lesson...So I declare open warfare on you horrible bitches. Stephanie nice tits for an old broad wait till i perforated them will they leak blue blood...... Ash you need a lesson in humility....Victoria a special case a nice garroting in some badly lit alleyway and last but not least Karin the poisoned dwarf you started this moaning about too many blonds well in my most humble opinion there are two many red heads in our world so your loss not such a big deal...I think a MP5 with silencer at close range just the job so be prepared. I shall enjoy filling your flesh with hot lead............Be afraid be very afraid

Me? I don't hate blondes, I love blondes, I am a blonde, you could say I am THE blonde and don't you forget it, you young whippersnapper. I am the best.

Ash

Sandi is the second blonde.

And I am the third blonde.

All the others are also rans.