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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:13 am
Justice
Justice fumed for a half second after she took the kid. Yeah sure he wasn't as strong as her, but he made up for it with his mind. He could tell you the distances between targets without a computer. Eh, who cares, they had their own strengths and weaknesses. He followed her, he was glamored to be one of Avarice's followers. Decked out in gold and diamonds. It was gaudy. As they approached the main line, he was getting twitchy.
"We'll have to revert to normal. There seems to be a gap in their forces, but the tunnels we dug for tonight are still underfoot. If Micheal would fall back one last line, we could just walk right up and then under their feet." Justice started running calculations and they all came out with them getting pointed at by guns. Except one.
"You have the radio codes to the strike fighters? We can call in a ground strike here and then run under cover of the fire to the second line. Travel down the trench to the bunker and use the escape tunnel to get back to the Wall." Justice drew out the path and grimaced.
"We'd have to carry the boy between us, that way we can at least run at near full speed. We have to make to the line just as the fighters are about to drop the payload, they'll have their heads down." Justice looked at her and frowned. It was their only way.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:18 am
Wrath
"Technically he converted us all. Lucifer said the words, Sloth crafted them." Wrath reloaded his grenade launcher and rifle and then blew another virtuous soldier away.
"So then, what is the plan. We run the line and find a clear, or undermanned position and then slip in? Or just break through where ever?" Wrath wanted to test the rest of his abilities on combatants and see just how far his body would go to kill.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:45 am
Envy
"We're sins. We make our own holes."
Envy went so far as to smile at Wrath.
"The only question is do we pretend to intelligence officers spying on the 'enemy' or do we blaze a trail through the virtue's humans? I vote blazing."
She broke off abruptly to pop a soldier who was approaching them, trying to ask a question. She tossed two of her homemade grenades to Wrath.
"These are fun. Use them wisely."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:57 am
Ysane Ixil
'You look like a floozy from one of the casinos in Las Vegas.' Strength tried not to laugh. She nodded. The plan sounded good enough as it got. And the chance was relatively low that they'd get hurt by one of their own bombs.
"I'll call it in now."
She shifted Lucias to her own shoulder to access her radio; she shifted the hook to "on" mode and flipped channels until she found the right one.
"Misfit Two-One, Hitman Actual. Request fly-by; stand by for coordinates."
"Misfit Two-One is standing by."
Strength lowered the hook away from her ear and mouth, looking at Justice.
"Where are we at, on the map? I have no idea."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:06 pm
Wrath
"Then let's go make a hole." Wrath caught the grenades deftly and pocketed them just as quickly. He reloaded his six shot launcher and turned. Sixteen steps to the left of Envy and then he started sprinting towards the line, firing grenades at a lower and lower arc. When he was twenty feet away the last grenade fired and all six dropped in a line blasting bodies and conrete to nothingness. Wrath jumped through the fire and concussive wave like it was a warm breeze, as he landed the seven men that hadn't died were shot down by controlled burst from Wrath's rifle. He stood from the crouch he landed and looked at the carnage he had created. Twenty six dead in just over two and half minutes. He walked on, they'd meet up once they were both over the line.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:13 pm
Justice
Justice closed his eyes trying to remember where they were, but the landmarks were gone, so much of the city was rubble no. Then he saw something, he opened his eyes and found what he had seen in his memory, Miraculously a single street sign was still up and by its name he knew the coordinates. He wrote them in the dirt and stood stretching out his legs and getting ready to run.
"Thirty five seconds from confirm to actual run. That gives us twenty seconds to make it to the line." Justice was redoing the math in his mind and again it came out psitive.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:43 pm
Ysane Ixil
Ysane mouthed her thanks to Justice and relayed the coordinates back to Misfit Two-One.
"...Misfit Two-One, you are weapons free. Repeat, you are cleared hot. Instigating code Niner-Five-Niner. How copy?"
"Misfit copies all. Out."
Ysane killed her radio and nodded to Justice.
"Let's clear out of here; it's going to get pretty damn hot."
She didn't wait for him, but made immediately for the line ahead of them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 2:09 pm
Envy
Envy found her own access point about a hundred yards down the line from Wrath's. She jumped down into one of the many foxholes that made up the secondary line of the Sins. The men in the hole jumped to their guns...but stopped when they realized that it was just another one of their generals.
"What's the word, boys?"
"Good, General. The bloody pussies don't stand a chance."
The nearest one to Envy grinned and grabbed at her a** as he slugged back on his ration of rum. Mistake. She ignored all forms of small talk and exerted a small burst of power, draining the ten men into dust. That was surprisingly easy. The Sin's lips turned up in a tiny smile and she scrambled back out of the foxhole and towards the virtue's line. She glamored herself to look like a war bedraggled refugee, complete with a minor head wound. A solider from the Easter lines scrambled up to her when she was near their wire.
"Miss! Miss! Are you okay? What are you doing out here?"
He pulled her into the trenches quickly as shots skipped around them. When they were in relative safety, he tilted her head back to eye her cut. He must be one of Love's. ******** queer.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:23 pm
Justice
Justice tore after her and just as you could hear the screaming of jet engines he caught up. Pockmarks puffed up around them, but the screaming grew louder and gun fire ceased as the shooters went to ground. The trench came into sight as the sound of afterburners reached them and they were in. The explosions of JDAMs was thunderous, but they were still moving. They had to reach the dugout before the air was sucked out of their lungs.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:28 pm
Wrath
Wrath was in one of the less destroyed buildings. He had commandeered a massive fifty caliber sniper rifle and was lining up a particularly difficult shot. It was one thousand five hundred meters out, the motor pool for Gluttony's forces. He took a breath in and then out. The bullet sailed true and ripped into a tank of jet fuel for Abrhams tanks. The entire motor pool started to go up and Wrath chuckled. It came from the Virtues lines, and hey Justice is a good shot.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:59 pm
Ysane Ixil
Strength and Lucias threw themselves into the deep, dark dugout, the kind where the soldier accidentally hit a natural cave; there was a set of make-shift stairs set into the wall. Strength of course ended up tumbling down them. She lay with her back against the wall, three meters blow the level of the trench. Beside her, Lucias groaned faintly as he started to regain consciousness; Strength backhanded him into silence again, listening to the fast-movers as they pulled away, their job completed. Time to go. She stood up and pulled him back onto her shoulder; she had to find Justice and they had to get out of there, pronto.
"Come on, little man."
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:08 pm
Envy
Both Envy and her new found companion jerked at the sound of the explosions far away from their section; it was different from the thump-thumping of the explosions. He skipped up onto the fire step and looked over the parpart; the dirty soldier whistled under his breath.
"Some pretty fireworks out there tonight. That was good, whomever did it."
Envy didn't care; she joined him on the fire step and when no one was looking, slit his throat so dead his head was lollying back at a queer angle. She propped him up on the parpart so that he looked like he was asleep on duty. Envy skipped off down the length of the trench and began to sow chaos and death in her path. Four entire sections of men were killed before anyone realized anything.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:40 pm
Justice
Justice stood up and looked around the cave found Strength getting up and trotted over to her and nodded and started jogging to the trapped door. He slid across the dirty floor and opened the door. He heard running footsteps.
"Let's go love." Justice pulled out two grenades and ran over to the entrance of the dugout. He ran and tripwire and attached them to the pins. With just barely a second he was down into the tunnel and closed the tunnel door. A muffled thump of the two grenades going off.
"Two hundred meters to we are under our lines. Then another fifty meters to the upper entrance." Justice was walking backwards with his rifle up trained on the tunnel behind him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:44 pm
Wrath
Wrath stayed low waiting for Envy to show up, they knew where to meet, they had actually managed to pick a spot at the last second. He was holding his hands over the fire in front of him, the sun was setting once again and the desert was much, much colder at night. Hurry up Envy, I don't want to finish this by myself.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:46 am
Envy
A blood covered Envy scrambled down the small dune in the dell where Wrath was sitting. She wiped away at a small stream at was flowing into her eyes. She leaned over and planted a bloody kiss on Wrath's cheek.
"You always find the very best violence for me, do you know that?"
Envy wiped at the blood on her arm uselessly trying to get the sticky liquid off of her. It wasn't her's of course.
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