Ivan karishnakoff stood in an empty broken down parking lot. he pondered. how does a parking lot get broken down? 'it happens.' he mutters to himself. Ivan's fingers grip tightly against his concussion rifle. He was hunting, a dangerouse game, Gorkamorka sepian, or more affectionantly called...orks. 50 bucks a head, not a bad profit. he had four allready in the back of his truck, where Phil waited, making sure no 'vultures' arrived.
Ivan pressed a button on his arm bracer that switched his optical implants to search heat. a shrub lit up like a christmas....shrub. he leved his rifle and fired. it darted out just in time and knocked the gun out of his hands. Ivan pulls a hunting knife out of it's case and stabs him in the kidny. '50 more bucks...' he says with a smirk as he wipes blood of his shirt.
Ivan hauls the carcass back to the truck and jumps in the passenger side door. Phil pulls down the dusty neglectid road when in the distance a truck comes blazing a mile down the road in the opposite direction. 'thats odd...no one ever comes down these parts....' phil says in a concerned and skeptical voice.
((anyone join in! as any part. knock yourself out ^_^ main charachters are...expendable))