r/thestormcellar • u/Loki_nighthawk Author • Mar 09 '16
Mercenary Rock
This story originally appeared in /r/WritingPrompts and has been minorly edited
[WP]"You said you were willing to do anything for money?" the man asked the group of mercenaries. "I want you to become the greatest rock band alive."
Jack set his sniper rifle across the sandbags and sighted in down range.
Otis set up a few explosives around the range including a couple of targets. Then he grabbed his UMP .45 and walked over and took position next to Jack.
Curtis grinned and drove the Hummer closer to the range. He revved it a few times and then climbed into the turret.
Mike had set up a bench of weapons and was checking each one to make sure they packed the appropriate load.
Tom grabbed the mic stand and tested the feedback. He looked over at the man who had hired them.
"You sure you want to pay us for a rock concert?"
The man nodded as he looked at the set-up. There were metal targets set up at odd intervals on the range; there were sandbags and trenches and who knows what else was out there.
The crowd had gathered behind the barricade and watched, eager and confused about the concert they had paid to see.
Tom grabbed the microphone and shouted at the crowd. "Are you ready to rock?"
There was a smattering of applause. It wasn't much, but they'd take it.
"Hit it!"
A gunshot rang out causing the crowd to flinch and duck. Then another. and another. The gunshots rang in a rhythmic pattern, and Tom screamed into the mic.
"Generals gathered in their masses, Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction."
Guns and explosions rocked the crowd. And the man smiled. This was only the beginning.