Again, this was a result of a word war - 10 minutes off the cuff, writing in a hurry to get as many words down as possible. Which is why there are some typo's and bad grammar.
Enjoy :)
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The coffee shop was peaceful and tranquil,the businessmen sipping their coffee and eating their bacon and eggs while reading the paper. Twelve men in all. The morning light filtering in through the window. Which exploded outwards in a glorious hail of glass and flame. Ninjas swung in on ropes, smoke grenades and throwing stars flying everyhere.
Rodrigo Martinez rolled up his newspaper in a second and battered away two smoke grenades, knoking them back out of the shop. Ducking and weaving he caught three ninja stars in the paper as he made his way behind one of the ninja. Pulling a ninja star out of the newspaper, he drew it across the ninja's neck with a vicios twist, a fountain of blood spewing forth as the ninja fell to the grond. Ducking quickly he pulled forth the ninja's sword and plunged into the fray.
Across the room two business men fell to the ground,the front of their suits riddled with stars and blood, pained expressions on their faces as the poison infiltrated their bodies and wracked them with agony.
Donald Moon stood up calmly and pulled forth two glock 15' from inside his jacket. Two shots and two ninja's were down, holes right in the middle of their foreheads. A third business man was not so quick however and he lost his hand to a sword swipe from a ninja who followed it up with a business like thrust at the suited man's throat. He went down in a fountain of blood. Donald looked over and pulled his triggers, sending forth a hail of gunfire at the ninja, riddling the black clad body with holes.
George Taband looked up calmly as a ninja landed on the table he had been sitting at. He smiled as he reached under the table and pulled the trigger on the sawn off shotgun he had hidden there. It was hard to tell, but he was pretty sure the ninja looked surprised as the table exploded out from under him, dropping the ninja's body to the ground in a spray of blood and splinters. After that it was an all out brawl, guns, swords, ninja stars and smoke grenades going off all over the place as the businessmen fought for their very lives.
Eventually there was only two ninja and three businessmen left standing. The two ninja looked at the three blood soaked businessmen, their torn and bloody suits hanging in shreds as one wall of the coffee shop collapsed behind them, sending sunlight streaking through the clouds of smoke and dust. There was a pause as ninja and businessmen looked eye to eye.
Two gunshots rang out as the ninja dived sideways, the two stars that had been flying towards the suits were shot clean out of the air as a loud shogun blast rang out, there was a clang of swords and more gunshots followed by ninja stars getting shot out of the air. A sound like tearing silk tore the combat as Rodrigo impaled one of the ninja on his borrowed sword. The other ninja suddenly missed a step, his head getting blown off his shoulders as another shotgun blast tore the coffee shop.
The three surviving business men looked at each. "Nice work guys," said George as he slumped to the ground. Rodrigo and Donald looked in shock as they saw three ninja stars lodged in George's left am. George's eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped into unconsciousness soon to be followed by death as the poison took effect.
A soft clinking noise echoed throughout the stillness and as the two surviving businessmen looked a small round object bounced onto the floor from out of the hand of one of the ninja. There was a blur in the air and if you blinked you would have missed it and suddenly, the coffee shop was in perfect condition, businessmen sitting at their tables having coffee and reading the paper. Morning light streaming through the window before it exploded inwards with a shattering boom. Ninjas swung in through the window and as you looked you saw the faces of Rodrigo and Donald freeze in horror as they swung into action, repeating the motions they had performed not ten minutes ago, everything that happened exactly the same except for the agonised look on their faces as they realised they had been caught in a timeweb. The grenade that exploded was specifically designed to capture the last ten minutes or so, it's hard to be accurate when trapping time. It was a kamikaze grenade. Anyone caught in it's affect was doomed to repeat the last ten minutes of their life for eternity.
Rodrigo and Donald would spent eternity watching their comrades die without any hope of surcease.
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