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Many things happened all at once. And this, really, was the key to the trio's plan.

Nine's had made a fairly easy trek to the rooftop, timing his moves between the movements of the occupants of the building, and bringing no more than the odd 'Huh? What was that noise?' from the workers, who would be swiftly drafted back to work by senior colleagues eager to get things completed while their undead task masters were on site. The worst he had had to avoid was a smoker on break - no real difficulty.

And for the other two, getting into position had been even easier. Clearly it hadn't occurred to the jack off's running this show to set up outlying scouts and guards. After all, they didn't think anyone was on to them yet. Thus, the boys were left to set up as they would.

For Nines, as he slipped in, he'd be presented with an office containing a series of random items such as oil cans, spare petrol tanks, the odd empty or damaged crate, and what seemed to be a small, portable meth lab, as well as four men, one of whom was working at a computer on what looked to be some kind of database. 60 seconds, that was what his peers were giving him to work with.


And then all hell broke loose. The light going out indeed provided a distraction that lured enough men out into the open to suffer terribly as the heavy machine gun opened up, claiming souls like a reaper man among corn. There was no care for this harvest though, wails and screams of those mortally wounded or less piercing the night.
Almost as fast, a withering hail of sporadic fire headed back towards the source of the chaos, Will, as the survivors found cover and a will to avenge their fallen friends.

The smell of blood filled the air, an internal alarm sounded and all hands headed into a form of defensive mode, including two of the known targets emerging into the night, adding a certain degree of extra darkness to the job. One would be in Will's line of sight, though behind the cover of an idling truck, with the other near Dagoth, issuing orders through a radio which including loosing the dogs.
While this allowed a defense against William to be mounted by scattering the forces in the grounds to lay down fire in his general direction from multiple areas, it remained to be seen what kind of toll Dagoth would then take among the spread out forces remaining.

Inside, the four reacted a little differently. Two took up station on either side of the door, pulling out SMG's as if expecting a standard drugs raid. The guy at the computer started typing much more swiftly, while the fourth guy... one of the targets on the list... started dismantling the meth lab, smashing some of the components, brushing the shards into the shadows.

A quick decision was made. With a casual jerk of his arm Nines tugged his sidearm free and braced his arm for the recoil. In less than half a second the weapon was on target, and a sudden sharp crack added to the cacophony lighting up the night. The man at the computer became the first victim; his skull erupted into a crimson blossom that spattered the screen with viscera. Before he had the chance to slump to the ground the .45 handgun was tracking one of the two guards next, and three more sharp cracks echoed as the hired gun tagged him thrice in the chest.

Speed and efficiency was Nines' weapon; it took him less than three seconds to mark and shoot the first three men. The true test was how many of them stood back up after being shot.

Nines would be having a smooth run of it. The distraction out front meant the guys within weren't expecting an immediate attack on themselves, and targeting the computer user first ensured nothing was getting wiped.

A twitch or two, and silence. Nothing moved.


The main warehouse too fell under seige as Dagoth made his move. His first two targets fell before they could react, but the phone guy was quick. Quicker than most, and therefore assuredly inhuman. A dive and roll to the feet, and the guy was behind the cover of one of the container units in the building, Dagoth;s shots pinging off the metal, but his phone laid in pieces between them, crushed by his headlong dive for cover.



And outside... well. Mowing a lawn was about the best comparison, for how quickly the overpowered assault Will launched cut down the majority of the men and animals in the yard.
Some made it legitimately safe areas, some legged it over the back fence, and some just went splat. This included the guy behind the truck, who went down with a terminal look of surprise on his face, and didn't seem to be moving anymore.

But that wasn't what made outside the most interesting place to be right now. No, that luxury came from the gentle, cold kiss of metal to the back of Will's head, followed by a hand ripping the mic away from his neck. A soft, gentle feminine voice accompanied all of this.

"This is a .44 magnum revolver. Its terribly cliché, I know, but then considering I'm telling you to stay very quiet and put down your weapon, cliché seems the order of the day. Before you contemplate anything else, let me tell you WHY this is a .44 magnum gun.
It is because of the black bear. You will hear many people talk about multiple shots, but the black bear is a heavily muscled and dense animal physically, and it can run up to 35 miles per hour, even in the dense brush which it calls home.
Thus, if one is going to subdue a black bear, it needs to be done swiftly and with one shot. A .357 is therefore not for me, and thus, the clichéd .44. I don't like killing bears, but I will if I have to.

If you so much as move beyond dropping your weapon, I will enjoy watching the effect it has on what you assumably call a brain, despite this mess you've caused.
Now. How many people have you got with you?"

Office secured.

The mumbled phrase would come through the radio loud and clear as Nines slowly rose from his crouched position. He calmly slid the magazine from his weapon and slapped a fresh one home, all while keeping his eyes on the room before him. He was waiting for something to go awry; five seconds, then ten...he waited for fifteen long seconds before moving to up against the window. He pulled his right leg back, then delivered a solid heel kick to the already ruined window. Smashing the window aside gave him an easy means of slipping into the room. He had two purposes here; tug the hard drives from the computer, and plant a hand grenade on the downed target by the meth setup. Poor b*****d had all of three minutes under Nines' watchful gaze before the hard drive was pocketed and the pin was pulled...

Three minutes was more than needed for something to happen. The second Nines broke the window, shadows coiled out of the body by the meth lab and proceeded to engulf the small office completely. Beyond that, nothing happened immediately, save being shrouded in complete darkness, unable to see.


For Dag, the meth area indeed began to smoulder, but the target was away from it now, causing Dag to have to follow. As and when he rounded the container unit, partially or in full, what was waiting for him was a series of six shadow serpents, which would happily lash out at him, with something ominous dripping from their fangs.



And for Will... well, points for action. The woman wasn't expecting quite how he moved, but then.... as noted, she'd acted just like someone in a movie. For a reason. Because gun play WASN'T her most active combat role. When Will moved, she actually instantly dropped her gun, and grabbed HIM.


Normally, the grab would be very effective because TZIMISCE. On the other hand, Flesh of Marble. What would normally have been a crippling blow to his throat, paralysing him from the neck down was instead merely a painful wrench of his larynx and an equally painful jolt to HER hand as his skin resisted, causing her to swear like a trooper and duck away from him, into the shadows.

...Damn.

This ability he recognized and was thoroughly displeased with. Masking his distaste for fighting blind with a deadpan expression, Nines eased in through the window and slipped into the room. With his eyes rendered useless, he began to pay very careful attention to the sounds around him; the slightest hint of clicking or tampering with the computer would be met with very swift (and grossly inaccurate area saturation) retribution.

His first move, however, was to edge towards the body of the primary target he had shot. If they were the one responsible for the shadows, then he needed to end them quickly. Using his memory of the room and his feet to find the body, he would check the stiff's temperature with his off hand fingers. If they were cold, they must have been a corpse for much longer than just the past minute, and it was time to start pulling bits apart.

Dagoth

The serpents scattered. Two were vapourised, or so it seemed, by his shots, scattering into normal shadow. One slithered under the container his target was hidden in. The other two coiled and sprang through the air, with intent to latch onto his arms and sink in fangs before he could fire again. These two though were to snuff it in a wave of flame.
This left one snake missing, and his main target inside the container, whose doors opened rather uninviting into pitch darkness.


Nines

It was indeed the ability he believed. Noise didn't seem to have been hampered however, and he would hear a noise off to his right. Nothing seemed to move towards the computer however, leaving the merc to try and locate the body in the dark.

Only it wasn't there. Maybe the pitch black meant he was feeling around in the wrong area. Bits of smashed glass lay nearby, crunching under his feet, easy to feel... but no body easy to find.


Will

She'd darted back to get away, and get away she was trying. She didn't stand still even after heading into the shadows, and while she couldn't outrun a bullet, two indeed smacking into her with pleasing results in the form of hefty wounds to fleshy parts of her back, she COULD climb. And like a monkey on steroids at that.
Screaming up the next warehouse over, treating the vertical surface as Usain Bolt would a race track, she'd vanish over the lip.

No body, and it sounded like the door. With a casual flick of his arm, Nines had his gun thrust in the direction of the sound. He lit off a single round, though he did not expect much to come of it.

Target likely fleeing the server room. He's all yours, boys.

The soft growl of a report was piped to his comrade's ears directly, leaving Nines wholly satisfied that things were well in hand. His task at hand was not elimination; not until the other primary was completed.

Grabbing hold of the edge of the table, he shoved it aside and made straight for where he remembered the computer to be. A brief moment of blind groping would find the case of the computer, and from there it would be a matter of pulling the case apart to find the juicy goodness inside.