Drug Lords, Message Boards, and a German.

(OOC: If I read the rules correctly, I can complete four actions a post. I don't think all the descriptions count as actions, also, the first post will be the biggest, as it has all the main descriptions. And I just love detail. Huzzah!)

Lenka woke up early, as he had heard a rumor about some new job posting by an emerging
Drug Lord. Slipping on his uniform, webbing, Haversack, and equipping his weapons, he locked
his front toor, strode to his truck (A '59 Ranchero.), and set out to check out
this new mission. Unbeknowst to him, he forgot the small syringe containing his
medication on the counter.

Pulling up to a stop, he hopped out of his truck, and jogged over to the primitive
message board outside Sloth Bar, the same one he had taken his first mission at. There was
a hastily translated peice of paper stapled to the board, in three different languages. Lenka
was quite happy to find one in English, which read:

"Guns for hire needed for underground narcotics empire in Central America, the exact location
will be disclosed after tryouts have been completed. Pay is abundant, narcotics are given freely at request.
Must be experienced in urban combat, weapons and ammunition will be offered. Managerial positions are available.
There is also sentry duty, Drug mule positions, Troop Trainers. Scientists interested in experimental Military Grade
narcotics are encouraged to join. Free meals, Free beds, Free Weapons.  To begin, kill and deliver the heads of a
minor rivals from this deck of cards which displays the heads of the "Beltran Leyva Organization".  1 head per person for
foot soldiers, 2+ for managerial positions."

Deeming the mission easy enough, he took three cards from the board, deposited them in his pocket,
and proceded to check the information on them. Snickering at the slightly sterotypical names, he
proceded to read them.

Pablo: Five foot, six inches. One-Hundred fifty pounds, tan skin, black hair, and brown eyes.
Usually seen wearing a vest and blue jeans with cowboy boots.

Miguel: Five foot, twelve inches. 168 pounds, dark tan skin, seen wearing a black shirt,
cargo pants, and a green military style vest worn open. Topped off with a ski-mask and
shades. The definition of cool.

Shia Labeouf (Gotta have humor in here somewhere.): Six feet even, 184 pounds. Not very much
information was given about this man, other that he is the driver of the other two, when they
cruise around the city in their black extended limo. The car itself would be moderately guarded,
with enough armor to stop intermediate shells, as well as several gunmen  with AK-47's and
AK-74u's. Nodding at his information, he decided that he might be able to enjoy the new Mexican
scenery, if able to keep his skin covered, that is. White people stand out, and he'd probably
end up with quite the nasty sunburn.

*Time Lapse to a large avenue of Mexico City, Mexico.*

Lenka had set up during the dark hours of the early morning at the end of a wide avenue.
Multiple "anynomous" sources, AKA the drunk guys at the pub, had given him a tip as to
when the current Druggies would be doing a parade around town, selling drugs.
His plan was simple, to shoot out the left rear tire on the vehicle, bringing it to a stop.
Then, to toss a No. 36 Hand Grenade at the car, and pull the corpses from the wreckage.
He prayed everything went well.

As planned, the limo turned the corner at the far end of the street, 1000 meters away. It was
moving at a leisurely pace. Lenka turned a knob on the scope of his Bren, using the bipod for
easier aiming, setting it to maximum zoom, he checked the range on the target.

"God, There's no way I'm going to hit the tire at this distance. New plan..."

Adjusting his aim, he put the crosshair over the engine block of the limo, and waited for
the vehicle to reach a distance of 500 meters. As soon as it reached the range, he took a
shot, unfortunately, the .303 pinged off the armored hood of the vehicle.

"Well, Crap." He takes another shot, this one, however, goes high, and impacts the front
glass at a near 90 degree angle, shattering it and peircing the chest of Shia Labeouf,
the driver, slicing his Coronary artery and filling his chest with his own blood.
One down, Two more... That was convenient, though...

(OOC: Also, Does taking one shot count as an action? Or taking a burst before moving? If the first, this post might be too long. If the second, it might be too short, but whatever.)

The doors on the limo open, and four armed men dressed in terrorist-like outfits step out and
begin to look around. Lenka aims and drops the one on the far left with a shot to the chest,
and follows suit with a shot to the face for one that had started guessing his position.
He took another shot, but the shell went a couple inches high, dinging off the pavement several
meters behind them. This was certainly not the way he expected things going down, but it
was good nontheless. After taking two more shots, the last two men were dropped and on the pavement.
Miguel had grabbed a burlap bag and was sprinting for an alley, Lenka took a shot and grazed the man's
foot, knocking him to the ground. He took another shot at the man's side and noted the large spray
of blood out onto the pavement on his opposite side. Two more men, Pablo, and an unidentified
man in a suit carrying a large suitcase took off in the opposite direction, Lenka aimed and
took a shot at the lead man, but missed, hitting Pablo in the right hand, severing the limb
at the wrist. A slight part of the gliding joint stuck out from the raw flesh at the end of
the limb, the actual hand being turned into a bloody form of chicken wings, decorating the
ground and Pablo's pant leg. By the time he had aimed again, the man in a suit was no-where
to be seen. The guy had probably escaped with money and drugs, but that mattered little
at the moment to the crazed Lenka, whose only thoughts were of the most interesting way
to deliver the heads. Oh, He had a couple ideas. The man however, would probably have
been Bonus Points or something.

"Damn..." Lenka hefted his rifle, and began to head for the remains of the Druggie's squad.
Once arriving, Lenka had swung his Bren over his shoulder, and drew his Webley from the hip
holster. Strolling over to Pablo, the grin on his lips was replaced with a crazed
smirk, and with a slight bounce in his step, singing the tune to "Trick and Treat",
(A VOCALOID song, by the way.) he came to a stop just next to the now left-handed man, who
was apparently trying to beg frantically with the boy, however, Lenka has no understanding
of Spanish, and merely raised his pistol to convert the man's torso into a pile of gore.

Before firing, Lenka looked down at the man, and an idea popped into his head. Holstering his
pistol, the man on the ground looked releived, and began muttering "Gracias, Muchos Gracias"
over and over. Lenka's grin widening, he drew his Hand-and-a-Half sword. At that moment,
the man's face fell, and he began whimpering and muttering quick words, most likely prayers.
Raising the sword over the man's neck, he swiftly brought it down, the sharpened steel
severing the man's neck in a single stroke.

For several minutes, Lenka worked hastily before the police arrived, piling the bodies
into the car, sticking a rag into the gas tank, and lighting it. He fled the scene, leaving
the car to explode behind him, having remembered earlier to pick up his brass, and hoping
the fire would cover his tracks. Leaving with everything he started with, and a small bag,
he left for his truck.

*Time lapse, thirty minutes.*

Having remembered to take his medication, and calmed down signifigantly by this point,
Lenka walked by a large black dumpster, and looked down with a slight grimace at the "Art"
his other personality had created. It was a soccer ball, with the faces of the three men
stretched upon it, with a patch of metal having his name, and phone number engraved on it.
Shuddering, he placed it delicately in the dumpster, closed the lid, and ran the hell out of there.

He should remember to take his medication more often.

(OOC: Now that's how you fucking do a mission!! btw, this would've been good as one post. Only limit your post length when you're with Non-NPC characters.)