The Ballad of Hoan Vegars Part 6 The Road North
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Introduction: Brought to you by Penetration Publications. Thank You. Hoan Vegars woke in his bed the next morning. He got ready for his day, and wore a black Circle S Mens Lubbock Suit. He had bought it from Sheplers.
He also wore a Lucchese black belt, with a Montana Silversmiths Silver Filigree Gold Trim belt buckle. He also had a black cowboy hat. As for footwear, Hoan
was wearing his black Lucchese Knox western boots. Hoan had a crossdraw holster, in which he put his Les Baer Premier II 1911 pistol. This pistol had a five
inch barrel, and was chambered in .45 ACP. Hoan was ready for his day. He ate the delicious eggs benedict that Bonnie had prepared for him. It consisted of
eggs, english muffins, hollandiase sauce, and canadian bacon (ham). He thought it was quite good. He drank he black coffee, and then left for work. He got in his
2014 Ford F150 Limited. It was painted tuxedo black. Hoan drove through the streets of Richmond, Virginia. Then, all of a sudden, a black van came racing
towards him. The man in the passenger seat rolled down his window, and fired his Glock 17 at Hoan. Hoan swerved out of the way, as the 9mm bullet shattered
the left side window in the second row of seats. Hoan reached for his 1911, and while driving, returned fire. Unfortunately, Hoan missed his first shot. Hoan
continued to exchange fire with the gunman. Luckily, Hoan was an able driver, haven taken tactical driving courses It seemed the vans driver was quite skilled
as well. Hoan then shot the gunman. The driver then rammed Hoans truck. Hoan responded by using his last bullet to kill the vans driver. Hoan was very
relieved, but his relief was short lived. A man emerged from the skylight in the black SUV behind him, armed with an RPG-7. Hoan knew that unless he thought
fast, he was doomed. Hoan quickly drove on a ramp, avoiding the explosion as his truck flew through the air. Hoan landed perfectly on the street below him, and
drove to Rebel Candles. Hoan arrived, and made haste to his office. He was greeted by his second in command at the company. His name was Kenny. Kenny
had a mustache, and was from Florida. Kenny had great business sense, successfully running a moderately sized fishing company. The two met, and Hoan hired
him. Kenny had been a loyal ally ever since. Kenny had also introduced Hoan to his first black friend, Lee Everett. Hoan was thrilled to have a black friend. When
people saw the Ku Klux Klan robes that may or may not be in his closet, Hoan now could claim he was not racist. Hoan said, Kenny, I was attacked today.
Kenny said, Were they urban. Hoan responded with, not this time… Hmm said Kenny. Maybe they could have something to do with the Illuminati ninjas you
texted me about. Of course, said Hoan, they must be assassins hired by the Illuminati to kill me. Just then, black uniformed soldiers armored with kevlar
repelled through all the windows. They were armed with MP5s and M4-A1s. They started shooting the place up. Hoan and Kenny ran to Hoans office. Hoan
pulled a sawed off double barreled shotgun from his desk, killing two soldiers who came into his office. Now out of shotgun shells. Hoan drew two handguns from
his desk. Hoan tossed the Glock 19 to Kenny, keeping Smith and Wesson M&P, 19mm, for himself. Using these, and weapons they got from the dead soldiers,
Hoan and Kenny fought the soldiers. They were diving around the shooting things like in the Matrix, it was RAD! Then a black hawk helicopter hovered at the
windows outside. A man pointed the minigun at them, and shot into the bulding. Walls were torn apart as the bullets rapidly ripped through them. Hoan then
jumped into the helicopter, his hat falling off, unfortunately. He held his pistol, and had his assault rifle across his back. He landed in the helicopter, and shot the
gunner in the head. The gunner died, and Hoan kicked him with such force, that he landed in the building. Hoan then shot the pilot. Hoan had control of the
helicopter, but then saw something horrible in the streets below. Men and boyz were having a horrible homosexual orgy. They were fucking and stuff! Hoan knew
what he had to do. He made it so the helicopter would crash into the orgy, and then he jumped back into the building. The helicopter crashed into the orgy and
exploded. All of the orgy gays died. Hoan saw that Kenny was killing some soldiers with his MP5. Kenny did away with them, and Hoan and Kenny thought they
were in the clear. Then, a solider shot Kenny in the back once using his M4-A1. Hoan fired his M4-A1 fully automatic as the soldier, killing him. Hoan was very
sad as Kenny died in his arms, and promised to avenge him. Kenny said, they he had been avenged, as his killed was killed. Hoan said he meant who was
responsible for the attack. Kenny then died. Hoan was sad. Then, Hoan heard a jet. Hoan looked out the window, and saw that a fighter jet was coming towards
Rebel Candles office tower. Hoan quickly ran to the dead helicopter gunner, and took his parachute. He jumped out of the building, deployed the parachute, and
safely landed in the street. Hoan ran, and took cover behind a car. The jet shot missiles at the building. Hoan watched as it exploded, and crashed down. Hoan
then dusted himself off, and headed by foot to his townhouse.
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When Andena woke up, she was alarmed by the fact that she was unable to move her body. Her breathing seemed to be controlled, and she couldn’t feel anything. It was as if her body was detached from her. Only her main functions seemed to be present: she heard her heart beating, and knew that the very fact that she was conscious meant that she was being given enough oxygen. She tried to open her eyes but she couldn’t. To be honest, she didn’t care that she was unable to do anything. Being in a...
"They's been transferred," the girl said with a smile. "I ain' gonna miss 'em neither." "Who?" I asked, "who's been transferred?" "The bloody regiment," the girl said with an exasperated tone, almost ready to give up on my flabby member which was all right with me since we had been at it hard and heavy for nearly an hour. "Are they now?" I said. "Who'll be coming in?" "Don' know," she said, slapping the limp thing and rolling out of bed, giving me a good look at her...
I was bent low when the shot burned my thigh and hit my poor horse. She stumbled, dumped me in the frigid stream, got to her feet and limped away after scrambling up the far bank. By then I had rolled over several times, failed to grasp a tree root and was in the swift-flowing main stream. I pulled off my soggy boots and thrashed about, trying not to swallow too much water and then I rammed head first into a boulder and knocked myself silly. I awoke with two people pulling on my arms and my...
"Now," the old madam said, lifting an eyebrow, "this is a special case." "You always say that," I told her with a smile. She hit me with her fan. "This fine young woman really is especially special, you impertinent cur. Wait until you see her; you will understand. And she may be in serious trouble. I can't really tell from her note. She has been useful to us, very useful. Go quickly, do whatever she tells you." I went quickly where I was told, arrived late at night, stabled my...