|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:47 pm
 x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
"I'll be as safe as possible, sis," she said with a nod of her head as she smiled reassuringly toward her sister. She knew how much Brigitte worried, and although she felt bad for making her worry so much, Brigitte also knew that she was a grown girl and could make her own choices and watch out for herself. Coming in shot up, of course, wasn't the best way to show that, but she made it to safety, got patched up, and felt like her old self once more. "And make sure to have food ready for when I get home. I'll have worked up an appetite by then," she said with a small wink of her eye as she turned to Cameron, smiling. The look in her eyes told him that she would be fine, and not to worry.
She turned to face the guys once more and smiled. "C'mon, let's go. We should leave before CPF swarms this place," she said with a wink as she motioned towards the door, getting ready to move out.  x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
Hearing the reassurance of her sister, she forced a positive smile on her face, though she knew her sister would know it was forced. She sighed softly shook her head. "You're my little sister. I don't know what I'd do if somethign happened to you," she said in a tone, patting her sister on the head before flashing, once more, a warning glance at the two men called Quicksilver and Weasel.
Of course, she had perfect sight of them before Jon stepped up, creating a sort of barrier between her and the two guys. Noticing this, a small shock came over her features, before wiping away once more. Was he being protective of her? Although it was a nice sentiment, she almost wanted to say that she could protect herself... And then she noted his stance of strength and confidence, and she decided to stand down, for once, allowing Jon to "be the man"... To be defensive...
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:04 pm
What is taking him so long?
Asuka stood in the stairway, ready to charge onto the roof once given the order. Asuka flipped out his cellphone. 25 minutes had passed. Asuka paced about, clear annoyance showed on his face. Damn, I can't take this anymore. At least turn on your wire! After awhile of even more pacing, Asuka decided to go up to the top floor.
Asuka stood before the door to the roof of the building. Drawing one of his two Mac-10s, he placed his back on to the door. Slowly, he peered out of the small window built into the door. Captain Quicksilver and Weasel were standing there, on the roof, in front of what seems to be the "safehouse." He could hear voices shouting, and the captain had his gun drawn. Looks like things aren't going so smoothly.
Backing away from the door, Asuka put one hand up to his headset, configuring it to a private channel with the Captain's internal headset (located in his ear canal).
"Captain," Asuka addressed after establishing the channel. "Do not make any movements or otherwise give away the fact that you are hearing from me."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:18 pm
Jon was stood between Monet and the two men as Valentine tried to urry them out of the door. his eyes flickered to the clock and he realised they were long behind schedule. To make it on time, they would have to run pretty much constantly from now to get the package delivered on time.
'We have to get this resolved quickly...' he thought to himself before saying
"Monet, is your sister going to be okay with those guys?"
Suddenly, Jon and Monet heard Tray burst in over the radio and urgently tell them "Jon! Monet! I couldn't find anything on the white haired male, but the dark haired one matches a description of a known CPF Ranger. And he most definetly is not Australian!"
Lowering his aim, Jon fired a single round at the mans knee, aiming to incapacitate him. The recoil of the gun in his hands was something that he wasn't used to due to the fact that he hadn't fired the gun in so long. he heard the terrible report of the gunshot echoeing around the room and outside in the alley. The round casing seemed to take forever to fall past Jons face and he could almost read the writing on the bottom before it fell out of view.
Before he saw if the roud had hit or not, Jon began to turn, putting an arma around Monets waist and pulling her around the corner out of the way of any return fire. As he did so, he said "Im sorry if this ends up hurting Valentine!" Letting her go, he hugged the wall, looking round the corner but not quite far enough to see if he had hit the weasel...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:21 pm
In a split second, Cameron ducked. He knew the shot had come from Jon, but it was instinct to him. He rolled to the left, behind one of the couches. He ejected the mag, checked the ammo count holes on the back, and slid it back in.
"Great, just great. You couldn't have let them walk out, right?" he asked angrily to Jon, glaring at him before moving to pop up over the couch. He looked quickly, then ducked back down in case they returned fire. Then he went prone, knowing they would aim at where a figure was crouched, and it was possible the rounds could penetrate his cover.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:40 pm
"Before they came in, I know you saw me unclip my gun from its holster and take the safety off. That was because I didn't trust them. With good reason it seems, the one calling himself Weasel is a known CPF Ranger!" Jon said as he peered round the edge of the door frame towards the other two and Valentine who appeared okay for now. Still unable to the see the man he had fired the shot at, Jon looked back at Monet and said "Valentine is okay for now, no-one has touched her.", answering her unasked quetion
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:43 pm
Cam glared at Jon again. "Yeah, but you forgot one thing. CPF can't touch us unless we do something wrong. Our lives are now forfeit, because they can shoot on us until the cows come home. Oh, and if you hit that guy, that's a permanent carte-blanche to shoot at us at any time." he pointed out, still in an angry tone. He didn't move from his prone position, keeping the custom Kimber 1911 in both hands, ready to shoot if need be. Why not? They were already dead.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:04 pm
[I can't believe no one has written any narrative to get out of the safehouse, I was enjoying it too! Guess I'll write something in a bit :/]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:10 pm
x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
"She'll be fine," she said, feeling as if she were saying it to reassure herself at the same time, as she looked at her sister and nodded. Suddenly, however, she heard Tray's voice over the headset. She had almost completely forgotten that she was on a job. How did that happen, anyway? And then, everything seemed to go in fast forward, without her able to react. The gun shot fired... A strong arm wrapped protectively around her waist, pulling her to safety... And the apology said once behind the wall. Her eyes grew wide in shock, realizing what had happened, and she made to run back out to grab her sister, thoughts running through her head... She was supposed to keep her safe... Supposed to look after her... And here she was, safely behind a wall while Renee was in the line of fire. The thought made her stomach churn and she took a step to run back out to grab her. x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
She appreciated that her sister was allowing her to grow up, and returned a smile of confidence to Brigitte before the gun was fired and she ducked, falling to the ground. She knew it had come from the man who had stepped in front of her sister protectively, and when she looked over to her side, she noticed that her sister was being pulled by said man toward safety, while she was crouched beside Weasel and Quicksilver. "What's going on?" she screamed out, looking around curiously as she continued to crouch on spot, afraid that any movement might trigger more shots.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:39 pm
The sound of gunfire rang into Asuka's ear. Damn, I was too slow. Switching his headset to the Ranger General Channel, Asuka shouted "This is Asuka. We have a hot spot here; Captain Quicksilver's position!" Asuka stood up, about to kick down the door to extract the two Rangers. With that he drew out his two Ingram's, one set to single fire, while the other on full-auto.
Stepping through the opening of the door, he saw Quicksilver and Weasel, both standing there, though Weasel looked like he might have been shot. A girl, seemingly a traceur, crouched between them.
Asuka ran towards the group, the single fire Ingram pointed towards the ground, the full-auto towards the windows of the "safehouse." A second later, he started spraying bullets into the windows of the safehouse, shattering everyone of them on this side. That should keep them down for awhile. He was now ten feet from the group.
Hearing footsteps, Asuka swiftly glanced backwards. Seeing the Ranger Officer, Asuka relaxed.
Returning to the task at hand, Asuka lounged the final five feet to the crouching traceur, intent on smacking her across the back with his elbow, hopefully dealing a concussion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:50 pm
Seeing that Monet step forwards out of the corner of his eye, Jon stuck out an arm and tried to grab Monet, his fingers just getting caught in the pocket of her trousers. Her momentum almost pulled Jon clear out of his place behind the door frame but he grit his teeth together and pulled her back to safety in the room. "MONET! She is fine! I won't let anything happen to neither you nor her , do you understand? Help her by helping me and Cam get them covered." Turning, Jon said to Cam, "If they really are CPF then they're gonna have backup coming through that door in a matter of minutes. They'll try and catch us in the cross fire. I'll cover you, get to some better cover!" Stepping from behind the door frame, Jon pointed his gun towards the two over by the window and also shouted "Valentine! Make a run for it! Get over here!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 8:06 pm
"No time!" Cam yelled, standing up. He watched as Asuka burst through the door, shattering the windows. He ignored it, too far away for the glass to be a threat. He ran over to Monet, grabbing her by the wrist and levelling the handgun with Asuka, firing a shot. However, he was aiming with his left hand, his weaker hand, and the shot went wild, hitting the wall.
"Jon, get Valentine and go!" he shouted. He led Monet toward the door, keeping his gun levelled at Asuka while he ran past. He turned back to look at Jon.
"Come on!" he shouted, getting ready to leave.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 8:38 pm
Roman saw the lights of the downtown buildings, the advertisements were immensely illuminating the area. He had managed to get downtown without that many problems, but he still had a horde of CPF officers on his tail. Looking up, he still saw the news helicopter, which was now using its searchlight to find Roman, which he would purposely run under to egg them on. The CPF were still completely oblivious to how he was evading them, however, bullets would rain down the street every time he would run into the open. "Roman, where are you?" his microphone buzzed, tickling his ear a bit.
"I've just arrived downtown," Roman responded, "I'm still avoiding the CPF, and there's a lot of them."
"I got some news for you."
"What is it?"
"Your friends, the ones you met earlier. They've run into Hessler's men, one of our spies confirmed fifteen minutes ago."
"What's wrong with that?"
"We're missing a package, one of our traceurs went off the map in that area. We believe one of your friends has it."
"Got it. I'll go raise some hell."
"We've left a weapons cache in a dumpster two blocks south of you, go get it."
"Okay. I'm on my way," Roman replied, knowing that there was only one safe haven in this area of the downtown district, he immediately headed towards the weapon cache. Looking up to the helicopter, he fired two bullets randomly, hoping that they would hear him. "Come on, you know you want me."
"Imbeciles!!" Hessler yelled, smashing his fist into one of the electronic machines in the van. He wanted them to play it safe, his new Captain had already blown his cover; thinking fast, he commanded all of his men to retreat from the area. "Abort the mission!" he commanded, knowing that Roman was heading to that area. If the CPF were to find his men, then his plans to take control of the CPF would be compromised. He was directly violating the operations protocol by performing an unsanctioned mission without the approval of the CPF director.
Reaching into the dumpster, he pulled out a G36K Assault Rifle, the standard CPF SWAT assault weapon and a box of ammunition. Filling his bag with as many clips as possible, he loaded the rifle and ran towards the safehouse. The CPF had launched their Blackhawk helicopters, the darkness of the streets had shrouded Roman's location, and the narrow streets of downtown would confuse most tactical strategists in the force. Aiming his gun in the sky, Roman aimed and emptied his clip at the rotary blade of the helicopter causing it to spin out and crash into the street below. "I hope I didn't kill anyone with that," said Roman, reloading the assault rifle, "but let the chaos begin!" A large explosion followed a few minutes afterwards, drawing in the CPF -- the bright blue sirens of CPF patrol cars gave away positions of where the CPF were searching. "Downtown sure is pretty in the dark," Roman, "although, that news feed of me is getting really annoying."
[I'm assuming its still dark outside]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 12:32 pm
x . R e n e e . P i e r c e . x
o . V a l e n t i n e . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . s a p p h i r e . e y e s +
The shattering of the glass windows of the safe house frightened her more, putting her more into shock. Why did she feel as if this scene was familiar? She cursed inwardly, the idiots who didn't think about trying to get, perhaps, bullet proof glass or something, although that was quite the rare commodity in their time. Another gun shot and she cowered, curled into a ball, hoping to not get shot. There were tears threatening to fall, but she held back... This seemed so familiar... The smell of gun powder and the sound of glass crunching on the floor...
In fact, she barely heard the words that the strange man yelled to her... Something about running and getting covered? But what use was that? She was at the feet of two other strangers, who she realized, were probably CPF... And if she made one false move, it would mean a bullet through her... Which meant her sister would react, which would then mean that her sister, god forbid, could die... "Brigitte... Make it stop..." she muttered beneath her breath. She hated that she could do nothing to be of any help... She hated being in the position that she was in... x . B r i g i t t e . P i e r c e . x
o . M o n e t . o
+ t h e . g i r l . w i t h . a m e t h y s t . e y e s +
"She... She can't move, Jon! She's frozen on spot!" she yelled over the noise of gun fire as she continued to fight against him. The scene was something the could only imagine when Renee had to tell her what happened when mother died... It was something like this... Wasn't it? The shattered glass in a safe house filled with supporters of the rebellion... And her mother, caught in the cross fire protecting the small girl... Renee... Only thirteen at the time.
Feeling the hand around her wrist suddenly, she looked up to see Cameron pulling her along and away from the scene and her sister, and she fought more, looking at him unbelievingly. How could he merely leave Renee behind? How cruel! Her eyes glanced at Jon, begging him now... Someone needed to save her sister...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 1:43 pm
"Cam!" Roman yelled from a building adjacent to the safehouse, "over here!" Running along the side, Roman looked towards the ground, seeing new CPF dispatch vehicles arrive. "s**t, I was too slow," Roman looked back over to the safehouse, eying the room, "get everyone out!" Taking a few steps back, he jumped over to the other building, landing nearby Cameron.
"Sir, you need to look at this," a CPF official spoke over the communications channel, "there are unidentified hostiles in the area, armed in military grade equipment. Orders?"
"Take them out, protect any civilians in the area."
"You heard the man, squad three to five, take the western side. There are civilians in the area."
Roman ducked behind cover, taking shelter from from any incoming projectiles. The CPF and the Rangers began firing at each other, "what's going on Bard?" He yelled into his microphone.
"We've assembled four out of five packages and presented it to the CPF director. The evidence inside was more than enough information that the CPF needed to act."
"Four out of five? What about the package that was here?"
"Sorry Roman, that was a lie; we needed you to lead the CPF in the area. Hessler will begin his attack soon, so we needed you to mobilize the CPF forces while we gathered the packages."
"You could have just told me, you know."
"We didn't think you'd lead the CPF to your friends, we needed some visual confirmation, and by chance Hessler's men were here."
More CPF stormed into the area, some climbing up the stairs, arriving just behind Roman. "Hold it right there!" the officer commanded, looking at the three in front, "civilians, please vacate the area." Lowering their guns, they entered further into the safe house. "You got lucky this time, Manners," one of the officers grabbed the package on Roman's shoulder, "I got the package, uploading the information now."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
