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Post by Razor on Jun 26, 2007 19:17:39 GMT -5
Keen azure eyes surveyed the scene before them. It was incredible that such a facility could have been built undetected, and on US soil no less. Solid steel walls hemmed in the massive storehouse, filled to the brim with crates and boxes of all shapes and sizes, along with no shortage of heavily armed soldiers guarding them. The floor was a veritable maze among the numerous containers packing the place, and catwalks lined the walls and ran all along the upper levels. Two figures sat perched atop the largest of these piles, examining the facility around them. The first spoke in a hushed feminine voice. "...looks like we've got our work cut out for us clearing this place out..."
The other figure, his dark brown leather trench waving slightly as he stood up, shrugged his shoulders. "I've already got a plan." He reached behind him, hefting a sniper rifle from his back and clutching it in his grip, his back to his female companion. The woman, clad in tight black leather with bits of armor plating all over, pouted, small downy wings on her back giving a faint twitch.
"Aww...you're no fun, Mike..."
"Excuse me if getting shot isn't my idea of 'fun' Nikki..." He frowned and turned towards the woman, running his bared fingers through his deep brown hair. "They CLEARLY have the advantage in numbers. As much as you'd like to believe it, you aren't your father, and you couldn't single-handedly level this facility. That's why we're BOTH here..."
"...while our fathers go get drunk at the Pond Punk..."
"That's because with me along, they knew we wouldn't have any trouble."
Nikara rolled her eyes as she stood up on the edge of the crate, cracking her neck. "Spare me...you got your radio on?"
"Yes, bu-"
"Good. I'm bored. Cover me."
"Nikki, wait!"
...but she was already gone, the girl dove off the side of the crate, angling downwards as those small downy wings on her back suddenly burst into full glory, carrying her downwards along the stack of containers directly towards a patrolling guard in a blue uniform carrying an old Dragon. He never even saw her coming, and she landed right on him, a combat knife unsheathed. She let the momentum carry her blade downwards, piercing straight through the top of his skull as he dropped to the ground beneath her. She messily yanked the blade out and shook it off as her wings sucked back in to their small downy forms. "...ugh, I got terrorist all over my good knife..." She stopped as she heard a thud behind her, turning to see a second guard lying on the ground, half of his head torn away by a sniper round.
"Next time, look before you leap."
"...we're even for now...just make sure they don't trip any alarms..." She unsheathed her second blade, angling both down along her arms before turning to run into the maze of piles, her bare feet pattering on the steel flooring. Up above, Michael slapped his forehead before dropping down prone, proceeding to scan the warehouse for isolated targets through the scope, occasionally glancing down to make sure Nikara was okay.
"I swear, Nikki...your impulsiveness scares me sometimes..."
"Which gives me absolutely no incentive to change, now does it?" She grinned down below as she planted her knife in the back of another guard's neck while flipping around him to deliver a powerful blow to his buddy's temple, sending them both to the ground. "...hm...that's three..."
"It's on..."
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Post by sinim on Jun 27, 2007 8:17:01 GMT -5
Mike thought to himself: The first thing I could do is make sure alarms do not get tripped. He started scanning the room and sure enough found 4 alarm switches. He traced the lines from them further up the wall.
"4" He heard Nikki say in his ear.
These lines were narrow. It would take careful aim...even for him. Also, there was a guard at each switch box. He needed to be sure they wouldn't hear the ricochet.
"5"
He took his first shot...severing the alarm line near it's top. far enough away that no one could see it. He checked down. The guard had heard something, panicked, and tripped the alarm switch...but nothing happened. He reached for his radio.
Pop! Down he went. That was too close.
"6"
That was too risky...and Nikki was getting way ahead. Pop! Pop! Pop! There...take care of the guards first....and...one, two, three...alarms done.
"Nikki, I've disabled the alarms and got my count up to 4."
"That's great, Mike. I just got two more. That puts me at 8."
Mike found Nikki in his scope and sure enough, she was drawing her knife out of another man. He scanned ahead. There ware three more right around the corner of the next crate stack that would be right in her path. Mike picked off all three in seconds.
Seconds later he heard Nikki in his radio.
"HEY!"
"What?"
"Those would have been mine."
"Well maybe you shouldn't stop to clean your knife every time. Oh and by the way, I just got two more for you while you were complaining. I believe that puts me at 9."
"Remind me to kick your ass later, Michael."
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Post by N3B on Jul 1, 2007 10:47:26 GMT -5
"Keep the change," he said as he handed the cab-driver a wad of bills. Taking his briefcase in one hand, he opened the door and stepped out onto the night street, the cab taking off before he could fully shut the door. He adjusted the tip of his hat to block out the bright street lamps, crossed the sidewalk, and entered the watering hole.
The place seemed somewhat less busy than it did other nights. On nights like these, he had more of a selection of tables to choose from, and he liked that. He never cared for having to wipe down a table before spreading his papers across it, or having to share one with a randomly rambunctious person or two. A couple of unattended tables to the side of the bar caught his eye; plenty of personal space for his liking.
"An Orgasm on the rocks please, on my tab," he said to the bartender as he set his briefcase on the least dirty of the tables and sat down. From the briefcase he pulled out his Grade-O-Matic and slid the test-code into the top port. The small screen displayed the test with the correct answers already recorded. With a grin on his face, he slipped the first of his students' test disks in and waited for the machine to compute the grade.
It whirred and beeped for a few seconds, then spat the disk back out: 83/104 was displayed in bright yellow at the top of the screen. "Not bad," he muttered to himself and slid the disk into the flap for graded tests. He ran the next disk: 65/104, and the next: 99/104. As he put the fourth disk in, the cute young waitress who would always request to serve him set his drink down on the table in front of his grading-wizard.
"One Orgasm on the rocks, Professor Feyes" she said in her high, peppy voice. She seemed to delight in the notion of giving him his Orgasm. The name aside, it was a delectable drink, hence it was his "usual" order, and each night she brought it to him she seemed more flirtatious than the last.
"Thanks," he responded as he took a sip and slipped the next disk in. His eyes fixed on the screen, he saw her wink at him from his peripheral vision before she planted a light pat on his shoulder. He knew she was one of his students (she had actually recommended this place to him) but he had already forgotten her name -- it was still only the second week of classes, so he hadn't yet begun to get familiarized with their names and faces. But he did like this girl; anyone who gave him quick service and didn't bother him (too much) was on his list of favorable people.
When all of his tests were graded (a class average of 78.4%), he stowed the Grade-O-Matic away and pulled out the papers he'd borrowed from the research wing and began to study them.
OOC: Well, this guy's still a work in progress; I've got a bit of history associated with him, but I'll have to develop it a bit more. I'm trying to keep him somewhat of an enigma until things get rolling, in part because I don't know quite yet what his history is, and also because I want to have a bit of freedom to develop him more over time, instead of locking in with one thing from the start.
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Post by Draxas on Jul 2, 2007 1:38:35 GMT -5
No, no, no! thought Twilight frantically, as his fingers flew over the keys of the research console as fast as he could type. He had been deep undercover in this facility for months slowly gathering the data the Institute needed to shut this organization down for good. He was so close he could taste it, too... and then in the last 10 minutes, everything had gone belly-up. He knew this, even though the passing guards had informed him that nothing was wrong, even as they frantically tried to radio their comrades when they thought he was out of earshot. He knew it was a race when he heard the distinctive, muffled crack of a silenced rifle not 30 seconds ago; someone else had come here to shut this place down in a much cruder fashion, and not only would he have to get the necessary data quickly, but also without getting himself killed this time. The guards might not necessarily know what they were up against yet, but he had heard that sound too often in the last four years to not recognize it now.
His fingers danced across the keys, disregarding the security protocols he had spent months carefully upholding. Every so often, as he found one of the incriminating files, or needed to break security where he wasn't authorized, he cringed as he was forced to glance quickly around, and then manipulate the terminal with his Uplink. He hated being forced to use the device like this; he had spent a lot of time gaining the necessary clearance to access nearly everything he needed, and it would have generated no suspicion whatsoever. But someone had forced his hand, and he had no choice but to use brute force (at least as far as hacking went) now.
Nearly finished now, Twilight attempted to access the directory containing the last batch of files. Immediately, an error sprang up in bright red letters:
ACCESS DENIED: This network drive has been locked for maintenance, and can only be accessed by the central server. If you need access to this drive, please contact your local IT representative.
"DAMMIT!" shouted Twilight, and pounded his fists on the console, sending a random string of characters streaming from the onscreen prompt. He didn't care who heard him now; he was going to be hard pressed to retrieve the data he needed before he became just another victim in what was sure to be an increasingly gory massacre outside. He was about to flick the power to the console off to avoid being traced once he was gone, when he spotted the tiniest movement at the very edge of his peripheral vision...
In a flash, he brought one of his knives around to parry a blow he barely even perceived. His blade locked with that of a young girl in black leather, whose eyes widened in surprise as he glared at her; she was apparently expecting him to become yet another stealth kill in her orgy of death. He pushed against her knife, and she quickly settled into a more suitable fighting position. Twilight entered his own fighting stance, fluidly bringing a second knife to bear on his would-be assassin. As they sized each other up, he couldn't help but vent some of his frustrations.
"Stupid girl," he growled, "Do you know what kind of a mess you've made?"
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Post by Razor on Jul 2, 2007 10:51:20 GMT -5
"Ha! See Mike, knives don't have to reload...thirty-seven down!" She was in the upper levels by the point, the entire storehouse floor essentially having been cleared. She ground to a halt as she dashed by a dark windowed room...the silhouette of a figure against the light of a computer screen caught her eye, and she grinned wickedly to herself. "...about to make that thirty-eight..." She slipped through the door silently, stalking towards him on her bare toes, her left arm extended while her right clutched the knife high, ready to bring it down on the back of his neck.
As she swung, however, she was quite startled to find herself repelled by this man's attack. "Stupid girl," he growled, "Do you know what kind of a mess you've made?" She growled herself, lowering into a deep fighting stance reminiscent of the Skedar's unarmed fighting style.
"...in here, none yet...and you had to go and ruin that..." She pounced towards him, swinging one blade from above while another came from below. Each was deflected and pushed away, and the man returned each attack blow for blow. She hooked her right arm across towards his face, and while he turned her blade, he made his own thrust for her ribcage. She dropped the blade in her left hand, letting it clatter to the ground as her bare hand clutched his wrist, taking the momentum of his attack and turning it against him to flip him in the air and down to the ground. He landed nimbly though, his foot sliding around in a sweeping kick.
She let out a yelp as she was tripped up, dropping down onto her back. All in one motion he was back up, kicking down at her while lunging down with his knives. He was quick...agile...incredibly so. He was keeping up with her, and this amazed her to no ends.
She was quick...agile...incredibly so. She was keeping up with him...amazing.
Her legs lifted to push against his kicks while metal clanged against metal, her knife working double time to block his dual assault...her left hand, however, slipped down her leg, clicking the charge on her Mauler. Eventually one of her leg blocks would put her in just the right spot...her left foot would clutch her fallen knife between her toes, a swift kick throwing the knife up, forcing him backwards just to barely avoid the blade as it passed by his face. She then flipped over on her front, raising her left leg up and clutching the Mauler's grip. "...die!" She squeezed the trigger, her leg angled to plant the round right in his chest. There was no way he could avoid this...
...but somehow, he did...he lunged to the side, the mauler's massive energy burst singing his left arm and blowing a nice chunk out of the wall...but he did one better too. In the spinning motion of his evasion, one knife was sent out, slicing cleanly across the top of Nikara's right hand. She cried out, but quickly threw herself forward, rolling back to her feet as the man likewise recovered from the blast. She was gritting her teeth in pain, blood dripping down her right hand, which hung down at her side. With that kind of an injury, her hand shouldn't be able to move at all.
"...not bad, for a computer nerd..."
"Nik, you okay? Sounds like you're slowing down. I'm up to thrity-eight now."
"Just a stubborn one...nothing me and Mitsukai can't handle..."
The man narrowed his eyes a bit as Nikara clutched her right wrist with her left hand...the blood seemed to darken before dissolving away, the echo of a faint breeze resounding in the room as a projection of black energy extended from her injured hand...amethyst coils of energy swirling around its form and halfway up her arm. His eyes went wide at this sight, but he didn't have much time to react before she lunged at him, swinging Mitsukai straight over her head to come crashing down on him.
"Wait!" His left hand flew up, knife aiming to deflect the crushing blow...
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Post by sinim on Jul 2, 2007 12:06:22 GMT -5
40!
Mike looked around. He didn't see anymore in this area. This was good. The last transmission from Nikki sounded confident, but if she had to use that blasted spirit blade thing of hers, he was worried.
"Time for some backup."
Mike shrunk the barrel of his sniper riffle and holstered it. Then he pulled the small staff from his forearm and pressed a button, extending it to its full 6 foot length. Then he started his way down the crates using the pole to help him manuver. Once he hit the ground, took off toward nikki in a full sprint taking his DY-50 special from its holster has he ran.
Upon rounding a corner he could see tow shapes facing off. One of which he recognized right away as his cousin She had just activated mitsukai and getting ready for an attack. They hadn't seen him. Mike squatted down and aimed the pistol at the man's head.
At 50 feet, Mike thought to himself, I may as well be putting the barrel in his mouth.
He prepared to fire, in case Nikki's blow did not connect.
He saw the block come and started to pull the trigger...stopping himself suddenly at hearing the man say "Wait!"
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Post by Draxas on Jul 2, 2007 14:49:01 GMT -5
Twilight had already begun reaching for a replacement knife when the girl extended the wraithblade from her hand, which seemed to close the wound from his thrown knife even as he watched. He was taken aback, and she took advantage by leaping at him, revealing a familiar looking tatoo on the back of her hand...
"Wait!" Twilight shouted. The traits he saw this girl exhibit reminded him of the history files he had read in the CI's archives, in particular, one of the more infamous members of the old PDBA organization known as Razor. He linked the identical tatoos even as she sprang at him in an overhead strike with the wraithblade. His left arm automatically shifted his knife into a blocking position, but he severely underestimated the strength of the blow; in an instant, they were both on the floor, she atop him, his knives locked in an X mere centimeters from his nose. Between the blades he had just managed to catch and lock the wraithblade before it cleaved his head open like an overripe melon. From his new vantage point on the ground, he caught a glimpse of a gunman in the doorway, holding a very non-standard and threatening looking revolver. Her backup...
"Look, I give up," gasped Twilight, as he fought to hold off the deadly energy blade, "Just tell me who you are, and who you're working for, and I'm sure we can sort this out."
"As if I would tell you anything," snarled the girl as she pressed her blade forward, "And if you're giving up, why don't you just die quietly like all your friends?"
Twilight realized that she was in no mood for rational thought, and as he saw her reach down her leg for another weapon, he knew he had to act fast. He shifted his head one way and his knives the other, as he simultaneously attempted to kick out from underneath his assailant. The move worked flawlessly, and she was first thrown off balance, and then spiralled through the air as he launched himself out from underneath her. Similarly, her alien pistol blasted a sizable hole out of the celing as it spun in a completely different direction.
As she lay momentarily stunned from her impact with the floor, Twilight dropped his knives and slowly stood up, open palms forward. He hoped that her partner was a little more understanding, or otherwise he was probably a dead man...
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Post by sinim on Jul 3, 2007 7:31:17 GMT -5
Michael never even flinched. He kept his pistol pointed strait at the man's head.
"Fortunately for you I'm much more rational than my partner, or else you'd be dead already. You've got a lot of guts for dropping your weapons so I'll make you a deal. You get one question. If it gets our attention, then we can talk. If not, then I shoot you."
The man thought for a second. "I'm a lot faster than most you've met before. You could miss."
Michael's face remained stern. "I don't miss."
The man thought for a second and replied. "Ok. Deal."
Michael walked completely into the room, his gun never shifting as though it were attached to the man's head by a rigid pole.
Nikki got up. Angry. "Forget this, Mike, I'll kill him."
"We made a deal, Nikki, now back off. There's no honor in striking him down now!" She did. "Ok. I bought you about 30 seconds. Ask your question...and it needs to be a lot better than 'Who do you work for.'"
"That's easy enough. Here's my question. What is your connection to Razor?"
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Post by N3B on Jul 5, 2007 20:58:50 GMT -5
This is interesting, he thought to himself as he finished reading the first packet of papers. "I'll have to check this out soon." He flipped open his portfolio, slipped the first batch back into its folder, and began looking over the other papers he'd borrowed from the research wing.
"Check what out?" The waitress had returned to the table and was carefully eyeing the documents that he was flipping through.
His hand flinched, startled that someone was paying him attention. He looked up at the waitress and then back to his portfolio. "Oh, n-nothing. Teacher stuff, y'know." He sealed it shut, slid it to the side of the table, and intently drank the last of his drink. "Another Orgasm please," Before he could finish his order, she brought her left hand from behind her back and set the second drink in front of him.
"I took the liberty of preparing you another one -- I knew you'd be wanting another." She pulled the seat on the perpendicular side of the table out and sat down, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her palms. "What do you need to check out?" she persisted.
"Uhh..." he started, trying to think of something plausible. "I uh," he looked at a light flickering above an adjacent table, his hands fidgeting. "I think I might have worded a question or two on the test poorly."
She looked straight at him, her eyes not blinking. She glanced over to the Grade-O-Matic, sitting in the briefcase; his eyes followed. "Well, your tests are electronic, so I don't get why you'd be finding an error on a piece of paper."
He gulped, realizing that she was indeed correct; the tests were done digitally, they were never printed off of. There was little need to ever print them off the traditional way. "Well, what business is it of yours what I was looking at anyway?" he said sternly.
She leaned back in her chair, bringing her hands behind her head and locking her fingers together. She swept her feet out from under the table and propper them on the corner. "You're right, it isn't my business."
Somewhat relieved that she had stopped prodding the subject, he sighed and took a drink of his Orgasm. He felt an awkward moment pass as he realized she probably wasn't going to leave anytime soon. They weren't talking; those sort of awkward, silent moments drove him crazy. If she was going to stay and distract him from his business, they should at least talk about something, he figured.
"Sorry to say, but I've forgotten your name," he began.
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Post by Razor on Jul 6, 2007 7:57:54 GMT -5
Nikara clenched her teeth tightly as she stepped up behind him, extending her right arm to rest the wraithblade along his shoulder...he could feel it touching him, like a strange tangible cold fog, but it did not cut him. "...how do you know about my father?"
-Father? He had a daughter? That wasn't in the file...-
"...well?"
"Get that thing away from my neck and we'll talk...I know what it's capable of..." Nikara grunted softly and relented, sliding the blade away from his shoulder...though she was still poised to strike at a moment's notice, her bare feet clutching at the cool metal floor. Mike simply waited and listened, his arms folded across his chest. Twilight breathed a small sigh before speaking. "...my name...is Agent Robert Black. I'm with the Carrington Institute, and your little show here just ruined months of undercover work. I hope you're happy."
Nikara smirked at this. "As a matter of fact, yes...that's the coward's way of doing things, and besides, the old man is the one responsible for everything my father and his friends had to go through 25 years ago anyways...if he could just kept his damnable clap shu-"
"Nikki, that's enough...we have bigger things to worry about." Mike's hands quickly snapped upwards, leveling this DY-50 just past their shoulders. Its deafening blast rang out, echoing through the warehouse as the shell whizzed past their shoulders, pegging an approaching guard between the eyes and causing the back of his head to burst like an M-80 filled cantaloupe. "...case in point."
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Post by Draxas on Jul 6, 2007 9:46:03 GMT -5
Twilight sighed. As rational as the gunman was (and the girl wasn't), they were both barbarians who didn't see the big picture. And obviously the guards were converging on them. By now, someone had probably started putting the servers into secure lockdown...
Crap.
"Look, you two," Twilight said quickly, "At this point I don't care why you're here and who you're related to. I have an assignment to complete, and this little delay has put the entire operation in jeopardy. If I don't finish acquiring the files I need, this whole operation is just going to disappear, and we'll be set back to square one. While I'm sure that shooting the useless guards makes for good sport for you two, and I know it does because I heard your comlink chatter, it's not really going to accomplish anything. The poor schmucks here barely make more than minimum wage, and the ones responsible for this operation aren't even in this facility."
"So have fun playing around," he said, confidently but warily moving past the one with the still smoking revolver and down the hall, "But some of us have work to do."
He glanced back only briefly at the pair to call out with a wry grin, "Oh, and Nikki? I think Mike's winning."
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Post by Razor on Jul 6, 2007 10:29:42 GMT -5
Nikara smirked in response. "By eight now...and I've come back from worse. Take note that when this is over, I'm going to kick your ass, Black...in the meantime, I GUESS we could do what we can to help you out. Our job was to demolish the place, period. Now, though...I think we can be some good distraction and cover, right?" Her left hand flicked up from her side and shot upwards, sending a knife spinning up into the rafters...a couple of seconds later, a guard fell to the ground among them, the knife pinning his lower jaw to his upper. She ripped the knife out and shook off the blood. "Thirty-four, Mike. Make sure nerdy hear doesn't get himself killed. I'm gonna go wreak some havoc..."
She grinned and shot off around a corner, knife in one hand, Mitsukai extended from the other.
-Honestly, Nikki...they really ARE just some poor underpaid schmucks...-
-Mitsukai, when I want your opinion I'll ASK for it. These poor underpaid schmucks are planning on killing a lot of people...-
She ducked a barrage of rifle fire as she zipped forward, coming up along one guard's throat with her knife before spinning around and slamming her blade against the side of another's head, sending him careening into one of the massive crate stacks filling the room, smashing the side open. "Thirty-six and counting...you guys better get moving..." She sheathed the knife, grabbed one of the dropped Dragons, and turned it on another small patrol as they rounded the corner, firing at her. She caught a bullet in her shoulder, but managed to gun down the three there, and winced as she switched on the proximity detonator on the Dragon before chucking it around the corner...it exploded right after, causing the massive stack of crates there to teeter and begin to fall.
She was quick to get out of the way, but this would start a rather intense chain reaction collapse...before their bodies were crushed, she counted two more bodies. "We're tied now...what are you waiting for, Black? Go do your nerd work."
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Post by sinim on Jul 6, 2007 10:56:29 GMT -5
Michael turned to Black.
"Alright. You're obviously fast and intelligent. So I'm guessing that whatever files you need, you weren't able to get them all here. Also, they've probably started to lock down the servers now that they know there's trouble...which I might add, they wouldn't have if Nikki had followed my plan in the first place."
Black smiled. "Looks like there's some intelligence and civility to you after all."
Michael made a quick 90 degree turn, letting loose 3 loud shots. Each connecting with a different guard...which were approaching Nikki's position from the side. A faint female voice could be heard in the distance. "Dammit Mike!"
"Yeah, just a little. So anyway, There has to be somewhere you can go to override this and get what you need, isn't there? And don't worry about clearance. I can get you in anywhere." Mike said as he quickly reloaded his gun.
Black started to think. "Well..."
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Post by Draxas on Jul 6, 2007 11:37:48 GMT -5
"Well..." began Twilight, "The files I need are only accessible from the main servers. If they've already started to lock them down, then I don't have much time left. I'm going to the server room. I can break the access codes without any trouble on my own. You two are either welcome to follow, or wreak whatever havoc you like elsewhere, but I need to go now."
With that, he took off around the corner, leaving the pair to decide on their own plans. Considering the recent carnage that had taken place in his immediate vicinity, he was sure his cover was completely blown by now; even the most dim witted guards (or perhaps, especially the most dim witted guards) were going to shoot first and ask questions later.
Twilight withdrew his Falcons from their concealed holsters, and turned down a side corridor as the niose of gunfire erupted from the warehouse area once more.
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Post by sinim on Jul 6, 2007 13:17:35 GMT -5
Twilight continued running. Rounding a corner and suddenly finding himself face to face with a pair of guards. Twilight quickly hid his guns
"What are you two standing there for? People are getting killed down there. You should go help!"
The guards looked at each other for a second and drew their guns. Before the could even turn off their safeties, the went down with a falcon round each.
Then he heard a click and felt cold metal press to the back of his head.
"Don't move!"
-Damn. Missed one.
Twilight's mind was racing. He needed to plan out his next move. Before he could give it further thought, a loud gunshot filled the hall. Twilight looked down to see the gaurd's hand by his foot. He turned around to find mike on the other end of the hall, magnum drawn.
"So we talked it over and decided that I would go with you and Nikki would catch up later."
"I can handle myself just fine, you know."
Mike looked down. "So I see. Look, I need the kills anyway. Before she gets ahead of me again. Plus, I'm good with technology. In case you need some extra hands."
"Fine, you can come. Just please don't do anything unless I say to. I've put a lot of time into this already and I'd like to not have ALL of it go to waste."
Mike just smiled. "Sure thing. Lead the way. I'll cover you."
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