So there I was....what really happens to tactical
"tools" in a fight
As I was leaving my house I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man
gun" mexican style in my pants. My backup is a fully
customized 1911 with all the IPSC add on options in my
$500.00 leather pancake holster custom made by Belgian
Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and
holster making. These are the ones used by SEAL Team
6, which I used to be a part of but all records of my
activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".
I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match
my pants while wearing a T-Shirt underneath reading
"from my cold dead hands", that away nobody can see
what I'm packing.
I had my Centinial .38 Special in my ankle holster,
just like the gun rag guys carry.
Lastly I had my "Covert Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet
with my "Concealed Weapons Permit Badge". I was
reading for anything.
I drove my Bug Out Truck to the 7-11 for some beer,
cause you never know. It is a performance styled
Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders of ground pounding fury.
I pull up to the 7-11 store and notice a nefarious
looking girlscout eyeballing me from the back of her
mother's SUV. A likely cover.
The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys
in her purse, but I knew from my years of combat honed
instincts that she was actually making a furtive
movement for an offensive weapon.
I attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on
my face, kind of flopping on the pavement to avoid any
incomming rounds and to make look like I meant to do
that. The store owner called 911 which is good because
I then did a roll and attempted to draw my Glock.
Unfortunantly, since I did not have a holster, the gun
"went off" and the bullet creased my weaner. :uhoh:
But I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm
casing to take my mind off the pain as I dove for the
garbage barrel. Thats when I noticed the girlscout
shouting somthing to her mother who began to take
cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my
custom trusty 1911 Wilson COMBAT....I knew that they
would be impressed with that. I then duckwalked to the
front of her SUV but my gut kinda got in the way and I
fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm
casing.
I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to
scuff my holster so I just threw myself into telephone
pole, but I landed on right side anyway. So I fired
one shot towards the womans SUV to pin them down as I
recovered my wind.
And before the mother knew what was happening, I
charged her and I threw my groin into her knee. I knew
that as I vomited on the ground in front of her that I
had interupted her OODA loop, I had the advantage now.
As she ran screaming for the girlscout (I knew she was
going for backup) I made for my Super Charged BRAT
tactical truck. I jumped into the driver seat
forgeting that I had left my rare Israeli contract AR
15 Bayonet on the seat honed to a razors edge. I could
handle it though, half my ass is an implant from war
wounds. As I attempted to start my truck police and
paramedics arrived on the scene. My truck would not
start and instead backfired once and caused the police
to tase me. At which point I tactically soiled myself
while in convulsions. My custom 1911 then fell window
but I still had my Centenial .38. I knew that I had to
take out the woman with the purse.
So I aimed my revolver at her at which point the first
police officer fired once striking me in the chest,
fortunantly I was wearing my level 3A body armor. I
didn't want to hurt the cops, they had obviously been
duped by the evil temptress who was now embracing her
partner in crime and crying to the police in the
background, I knew it was a ruse.
I pulled out my concealed weapons permit badge and
showed it to the officer who shot me and yelled out
"I'm one of you guys", he continued to cover me and
ordered me to drop my .38 so I layed it down, I still
had my bayonet after all, attached to my ass. The cop
walked toward me and upon reading the badge maced me
right in the eyes. Fortunantly my Oakly shooting
glasses stopped most of the spray and I was able to
rip free of the taser cords easily, it only cost me
one nipple, easily replaced. I dove for the passanger
side of my truck and began to run zig zag for a ditch,
unfortunantly the bayonet sticking out of my ass
slowed me down, I knew it would have to be hand to had
now. I knew the cop couldn't take me when I saw here
merely carried a Glock 17, not a mans gun. So I
immediatly threw my eye into his right hook, followed
by a knee into his mag light. As I lay thrashing on
the ground I took the heel of my Bates enforcer boot
and kicked at the cops ankle, I knew that from my
classified experiences in Tajikistan that once
breaking the ankle, the cop would fall down and I
could "stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out
but now hurting him.
Apparantly the cop had also been to Tajikistan because
he side steped me and struck me in the back with his
ASP baton, but my trauma plate absorbed it. I then
drew my Benchmade auto knife and was promptly tased
again, but I was ready for it this time and only wet
myself a little bit.
Next thing those cops knew I was unconcious. That'll
teach 'em.
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fuking ass holes, finally got mine like $100 I think?
Originally Posted by cfiler
, sorry that was mean
I never thought I would see the day in my life time
You guys can get it too if enough people work together.
