[_____V_____]

(Continued...)


CLICK!!

Scouse gritted his teeth and grunted once, prepared for instant death. The loud click broke a fresh row of sweat across his forehead as he took a long breath to look back at Milktoaste holding the BFG.

Milktoaste looked totally amazed. He was staring at the BFG in wild confusion.

"It wont fire in your hands, Milktoaste!" the voice boomed around them again. "The trigger has been tuned to match Scouse's finger and thumb prints. Only he can fire his chosen weapon. Like you!"

Milktoaste looked at Scouse and back at the BFG in sheer surprise. Scouse was wiping his forehead as he was getting up. Milktoaste threw the BFG backwards and jumped across the room towards the Minigun. Scouse had recovered by then, and grabbed at the BFG which had fallen to the floor.

'Prints matched - Scouse Mac!" a small, robotic message came out of the BFG. Then it started with a low hum and whir, like it was charging up. Scouse felt the BFG in his hands, and a big wave of confidence ran through his entire body. His face broke out into a hardened smile.


BLAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTT!!!


The BFG roared out its first blast. The big, bright-blue and luminiscent beam tore across the room towards Milktoaste who jumped to one side without looking back. The beam blasted through the left wall, and melted it.

Scouse stood more confidently now. Milktoaste had recovered and was almost by the Minigun's side. Scouse aimed.


BLAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTT!!!


The luminiscent blue beam made a beeline for Milktoaste's chest and Milktoaste swerved across to the table. Almost immediately, Milktoaste kicked the table towards Scouse. The table hit Scouse and he reeled backwards. Milktoaste took this chance and literally flew towards the Minigun.

He whirled around, starting his deadly weapon simultaneously. His right index finger had circled around the trigger of the Minigun, which was pointed directly at Scouse.



(To Be Continued...)