Saito SEA Security Reserve Program

"They're coming to the bar!"
"Screw this, I'm out of here."
"Block the doors!" 

The Ad Hoc defense committee of the Slow Jams Café tried to prepare for the onslaught. Staff members came back from the kitchen with knives and whatever materials they could find.  The fluid crusted TV returned to the news showing reports of "A State of Emergency."

Anh stood in one corner of the bar with her back to the wall. Her date was no where to be found and the others patrons were preoccupied trying to blockade all of the doors. Anh reached for her purse and pulled out a pistol. The rim of the slide and handle glowed green in her hand. A small LCD Screen on the back of the gun displayed in green sigils:

𒀮 𒌋𒌋𒌋𒐚𒀮

Silently, Anh cursed her past self for every day of training she put off and rescheduled. At the sight of the gun, several of the restaurant patrons backed away from her, or instinctively put their hands up. Her fingers moved around the gun until it felt right.

I haven’t actually practiced with this thing. Worse comes to worse I’ll just have to point it at people, or just fire till I hit something - Wait I don’t actually know how many bullets there are in here. Is there even one in the chamber?

The first of the rioters reached the doors. Beating at the doors and trying to get them open. She instinctively switched off the safety and pulled the slide back. A dull object flew out.

𒀮𒌋𒌋𒌋𒐙𒀮

There is now.

She backed herself into a wall then looked around the L-shaped restaurant. There were two exits to the Smooth Jams Cafe. One to her left, led to the small shopping center of connected western shops and hi end stores.

Probably where Corey went. Likely with their own crowds, security, and problems. There is probably an exit near the Kitchen, past the bar. That's my best bet.

And the one, next to the windows that led out to the street. Through the glass she could see the one that had a throng of armed and masked gangs heading towards the café.

Looters? Militants? Why are they coming here?

A part of Anh wanted to panic.  Her eyes searched the room. Tables being turned over cowering and fleeing crowds. Metal bars and furniture placed around the door as a makeshift barricade.

The gangs broke through the glass door. The bricks landed near the tables and booths. Rioters began kicking and shoving the furniture away.

Anh’s Eyes looked up and saw an airplane tail hanging on the ceiling with the words “Daquiritown Express” written on it.

The wing was suspended in the middle of the roof by metal wires.
"Everyone stand back" She shouted in Vietnamese.

She let her gun hand guide itself to the wing and adjusting till the gun felt comfortable, she fired two shots. The crowd around her screamed, and scurried away from her like rats.  Both struck home on the bolt in the ceiling. The wing swung down from the ceiling dangling on a single wire, and like a pendulum swung into the glass doors. Launching several of the rioters into a torrent of glass.

The crowd of rioters backed away for a moment. Some choosing to get out of eyesight of the door.

Anh was too adrenaline charged to realize what she just did. Instead she looked at the calming green light on the gun. Then back to her surroundings.

The patrons at the bar were looking at her from their fetal positions and crawling. Others prepared for a fight. Several more rioters marched towards the building. Less of a mob, more determined. Like a gang.

Or an army.

A "detachment" Peeled off from the main group.

They are still coming.

She saw the Neon “Smooth Jams Cafe” Guitar and neon sign above the door.

Just wait for it to feel right and fire.

The pulse of the handle matched hers, she exhaled. She fired. Three shots. Each hitting a major support wire or bolt.

The sign went down in a torrent of sparks and flames, taking several of the rioters with it. The door was now blocked by a flaming neon sign.

𒀮𒌋𒌋𒐎𒁹𒀮

The street outside was a battlefield between Rioters and Police. Several gunshots cracked. Leaving spider webs in the windows.  The windows around the booths were completely shattered.

Screams and cries from the Restaurant some ducked some fled for restrooms, some fled for the other exit. The Personal Mitsuki Haiku on the table was knocked onto the floor. The blue-haired avatar looked terrified: her mouthless face beating her hands against the screen - begging to get out.  Beside her slumped the lifeless, bleeding body of her owner covered in broken glass.

“Feed The Hungry Ghosts” The rioters shouted. Some in Vietnamese, some in Khmer. Rioters swarmed through the windows. Hoping onto the booths and climbing down. All wearing gloves helmets, and matching shirts.
These aren't just protestors.

The rioters went through the building taking whatever tech that wasn’t nailed down, and destroying the tech that was. A rioter in an orange jacket took the Mitsuki Haiku and placed it in a sack.

They're armed. I need to get out.

She felt a tingle in her wrists and crawled under hi top tables to the bar counter near the opposite wall. She was now near the Mitsuki Haiku Karaoke machine. The Large TV Sized box lay on the floor next to her, bullets lodged in the massive metal case. Despite the screen being upside down, the Mitsuki Haiku inside was right side up. The Cowering Haiku, looked at Anh and waved.

The Rioters opened fire on the bar, blasting through the bottles and mirrors behind her. Anh hid herself under the counter from the glass. Covering her ears.

Why are their guns so much louder?

The Counter was long and across from it was a large mirror. She could see the silhouettes of at least men. Some bald, some with biker helmets, most wearing gang colors of orange or Purple as shirts.

Part of her was scared, but there was a second instinct telling her.

Cover yourself, return fire.

She looked up to the bar window. Rows of jacketed and masked rioters hit their guns while searching their pockets.

Her hand tingled during a lull in the gunshots, and resolution rippled outward to her head and calming heart.

She stood up high enough to take a couple cover shots at the rioters, even managing to hit one.

Her ears were ringing from the Gunshots. But in the corner of her eye, she could see scooters with Armed Passengers come to the entrance. They dismounted and ran to the Entrance.

I need to duck.

She did so, a spray of bullets came down. She prepared for another volley. The gun felt warm in her hands. Too warm. Feverish. She looked at it.

A clear liquid was oozing out of the slide and magazine. It was warm, cloudy, and smelled of metal. The clarity of action vanished. Anh Panicked. The trigger felt sticky and clogged. The slide backed up.

𒀮𒀂𒀼𒁇𒇬𒀮

It was not willing to fire anymore.

𒁖 𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓𒅓 𒆸
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𒈥𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂 MITSUKI HAIKU | 紅E5:16-93𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂𒇦
𒈥𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂 ミツキ俳句 | 紅E5:16-93   𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂𒁂𒇦
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