9:25 PM. Five minuten were left before the brand works would be fired from two boats in the ocean. People gathered around in many different parts of strand Avenue.

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Mayor: *Standing in front of a microphone, between four lit torches* Ladies, and gentlemen. Visiting us to celebrate this wonderful holiday is the governor of South Carolina, Ernest Hollings!
People: *Clapping*
Ernest Hollings: *Steps in front of the microphone* u hear that there song?! That's the Confederate Anthem! We down south are gunna take over this here country of yours, and take back what's rightfully ours!
Security Guards: *Taking Ernest Hollings away*
Mayor: Sorry about that folks. I guess people in the south have no common sense, and don't know anything about the 4th Of July. Will somebody get rid of that song?!
Police Officer 46: But u requested this song Mr. Mayor.
Mayor: Oh, *Sweating* I did. Anyway, at precisely 9:30, only 4 minuten from now, we will launch fireworks to celebrate Independence Day, the birthday of the United States Of America!
People: *Cheering*
Scottish Man 96: *Tying the fireworks people up in a boat* Take the fireworks.
Scottish Man 94: *Putting fireworks on Andrew's boat*
Andrew: Good. Launch a few of them into the air to keep everyone from getting suspicious. I'm going with the others, to attack up close. *Gets onto another boat*
Scottish Man 99: *Drives the boot Andrew got on*
Alan: *Sitting volgende to Harry on a bench* Only three minuten away.
Harry: I know Alan. I can keep track of time too.
Alan: Do u like fireworks?
Harry: Not really. I only came here, because Amy wanted to come here.
Alan: Where did she go?
Harry: Inside.
Alan: Did I scare her?
Harry: u didn't have to. I told her u would be here.
Scottish Man 99: *Stops the boot at the shore* Okay, go.
Andrew: *Gets off with four others*
Scottish Man 53: There's a big crowd out there sir. Do u think the five of us can take them all on?
Andrew: There's meer of our guys waiting at a miniature golf course, just across the straat from where everyone is.

Four Scottish men were standing volgende to the miniature golf course.

Andrew: *Walks with the other Scottish men onto the boardwalk* So this is Cape May's board walk. Why is it made out of bloody tarmac?
Scottish Man 85: It's not a real board walk then.
Alan: *Looks to the right* hallo Harry?
Harry: What?
Alan: Call me crazy, but I think Andrew is about a quarter mile away from us, walking towards us.
Harry: *Looks to the right* I see him too. Four other people are with him.
Alan: Let's get him. *Stands up, and walks with Harry*
Harry: But how do we stop them?
Alan: Just use your six shooter.
Harry: *Worried* Yeah. That's great advice.
Alan: *Goes to the left* Head towards the fence. Look at the beach. We'll attack them from behind.
Harry: Okay.
Andrew: *Passes Alan, and Harry with the other four Scottish men* Now if I'm correct, our guys will shoot the fireworks at these people in three... Two....
Scottish Man 96: *Aims a firework at the people on strand Avenue*
Andrew: One.
Scottish Man 96: *Shoots a firework at the people*
Man 93: It's coming towards us!!! *Runs, but gets hit, and dies*

The firework exploded, killing meer people. Some parts of the fireworks even lit a car on fire.

Alan: Wait a minute. *Sees another firework heading towards the people from a boat* Deal with Harry, and his goons. I think there's meer of them out on the water. *Runs to the beach*
Harry: *Shoots the two men on Andrew's right side*
Andrew: *Turns around pulling out a C96* Find that bastard!
Harry: *Pops up from behind a garbage can, and shoots the other two men*
Andrew: *Shoots Harry's arm*
Harry: *Falls down onto a Plymouth, he shoots Andrew's leg*
Police Men: Harry's in trouble!! *Running towards Harry, pulling out their .38 Revolvers*
Andrew: *Running away from Harry*
Harry: *Tired, he can't get off the Plymouth*
Alan: *On the beach, he stops near the water as a wave begins making it's way to the beach*
Scottish Man 96: *Shoots another firework at people*
Alan: *Shoots Scottish Man 96*
Scottish Man 96: *His head falls off, and he lands on the fireworks, soaking them with his blood*
Scottish Man 94: Bloody hell! The fireworks are ruined!
Scottish Man 86: *Grabs a Kar98 with a scope* Find the guy on the beach!
Alan: *Shoots a bullet through the scope, hitting Scottish Man 86's eye*
Scottish Man 86: *Cries in pain, falling down with blood, and tears going down his face*
Scottish Man 94: *Shoots four bullets from his Walther P38*
Alan: *Taking cover from a Lifeguard tower*
Scottish Man 94: *Moves the boot closer to the beach*
Alan: *Shoots Scottish Man 94*

The boot went too far on the sand, and only one guy was left on the boat.

Scottish Man 72: *Gets out*
Alan: *Shoots him* Back to Harry. *Runs back to the boardwalk*
Andrew: *Pushing people out of his way as he runs away from Harry*
Police Man 55: *Stops to help Harry*
Police Man 30: *Running after Andrew*
Scottish Man 44: *With three others at the miniature golf course* Now.

These four were wearing overcoats, and each were hiding a Sten. They pulled them out, and shot the other two officers.

Andrew: *Sees the other four* There's one meer lying on a Plymouth. Come here, and kill him with me.
Scottish Man 44: *Goes with the other three to Andrew*
Harry: *Trying to wake up, but his blood loss is making it difficult*
Alan: *Runs to Harry* Harry? u awake?
Harry: no. get me a drink. anything.
Alan: *Goes to a pizza stand, and gives the cashier two dimes* Two cokes.
Andrew: *Sees Harry, and shoots the kap of the car between Harry's legs* Yep. He's dead. Otherwise, he would have-
Alan: *Turns around, and shoots Andrew. He runs to the right side of the pizza stand to hide* I only have one meer bullet left.
Scottish Man 44: Go to the left. Me, and O'Neil will get to his side. *Goes with another guy as the other two go to the left*
Alan: *Puts five meer bullets in his cylinder* There.
Scottish Man 92: *Gets behind Alan*
Alan: *Turns around, and shoots the two Scottish men behind him*

Their heads were shot.

Scottish Man 44: *Goes slow with O'Neil*
Alan: *Picks up a Sten from one of the bad guys* Always wanted to try one of these. *Turns around*
Scottish Man 44: *Pops up in front of Alan* Die!!
Alan: *Shoots him*
O'Neil: *Too scared to fight. He runs to the street*
Alan: *Gets behind O'Neil, and shoots him nine times, watching him fall down, and die*

After that, Alan gave Harry two cups of Coca Cola. He helped his partner drink them.

Alan: Harry?
Harry: What?
Alan: When the ambulance gets here, and takes u to the hospital, when will u get out?
Harry: Four days? I don't know.
Alan: Well, u hang in there. You're gonna be fine.
Harry: No shit. I've done this before Alan, I'm gonna be okay.
Alan: *Smiles* Alright. I'm heading to the station to write my report.

2 B Continued