[b](Alright I apologize, I didn't want to do this, but people haven't posted in the longest time. And despite me wanting to give everyone a fair chance. I want to keep this RP moving. Instead of killing people off, I will detain them. If those people who play them still want to continue and all they will have that chance. If they do not, those characters will be offed at a later date.)[/b]

The fighting turned out to be quite equal, UPL and PUF forces taking equal damage. Men dying back and forth. Whole blocks of the city turning into warzones. It had gone far beyond pistols and knives in some areas of the city as pintel mounted machines were set up, turning streets and alleyways into killzones of gunfire hail. SMall platoons of UPL and PUF soldiers spread through out Bekalo. It is no secret that Bekalo tends to be one of the first stops of mercenaries and gunmen coming into the country, looking for word, before they find a lead through one of the factions, join one of the few remaining military companies or even one of the really big PMCs that were starting to operate in the country. Those that didn't get out because they found a lead would hang about, paying for drink and food with what little they brought with them, trade after trade as days went by until they had to choose a side or leave before they are totally broke.

The factions know this quite well, and know that now is the best time to press gang or kill any of the mercs that don't side with them. So it was that a PUF mob made it's way to one of the bars on the far side of the town from Merc Alley, and there, raided it, taking several people as press ganged soldiers, and several other Mercs as prisoners when they did not say they wanted to fight for them. None of the faction soldiers cared much about names. But a few were taken who kept on calling their names. One said her name was Sarah. An older lady. Some of the men threatened to rape her if she didn't shut up and leave her to the scavengers who came after the fighting is over. The other a man named Micheal. Who nearly got pistol whipped for his troubles of trying to defuse the situation. Both people were tied up, gagged and carried out, dumped into a truck with other prisoners. All of them taken to a prison the PUF were setting up south of Bekalo.

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In Merc Alley, Lazarus headed behind the hotel reception desk. Kicking open a locked door and finding an open window leading out into a back street, one that hasn't yet been engulfed in fighting. He looks over at Arran, "We have an out. We bolt out, then head for the outskirts, I'll bet we can find a jeep or technical along the way to get us out of here, I might even be able to find a weapon too. We get out of here and head out to Mokuba, find something out there. Ought to be quieter too." He looked over at Edward, "Stay safe okay? Hope to see you in the future."

At that very moment something hits the door of the hotel, someone outside trying to get in. Shooting began outside the front door as the fighting finally arrived.

Laz growled and hopped out the window. Falling a short 4 feet, landing in a crouch, sweeping his revolver about, checking to make sure no one is nearby. Then looking for a way out of the tiny little service alley. Just barely big enough for 2 people to pass side by side. There wasn't a soul to be seen thankfully. He moved out of the way, waited a few moments for Arran, then decided to scout ahead, As he snuck down the alley, he could hear the gun fire out front. The yelling and screams. As he made it to the end of the hotel wall, he peeked around, just as a man backed towards him down the slim little corridor between the hotel and the building next door. Lazarus inched back and waited for the man to get further down the small alley. The man opened fire with something rapid fire. As he squeezed out of the small Alley, Lazarus grabbed him, swung him hard into the wall, drew his trench knife and cut the man's throat with little to no preamble. The man gurgled and coughed in surprise and pain. He stared at Lazarus in shock as his life blood bubbled away. Laz just kept the man pinned to the wall until he twitched his last.

It was only then that Lazarus checked what the man had on. A second hand harness, with a drum-magazine on it, and two frag grenades. Lazarus quickly relieved the corpse of that harness. He then checked the gun. He blinked. He'd seen them in pictures, but never in the real. An HK21, a Cold War era GPMG. This thing coughed 7.62 rounds out of 100 round drum mags in some cases, there were more conservative 80, 50 and 40 round magazines out there. But after looking at the drums he knew that these are the 100 round ones. Checking the drum on the gun he found it to be at about 80 rounds left. Plenty. And the drum on the harness he now wears is full. Giving him 180 rounds to use until he needed to find more.

He turned to make sure Arran is still following him, and silently wished luck to Magnus and Edward. In the mean time he wanted to get out of here.