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Sadu smiled as they started to move, She was right behind Krii with both guns drawn. As they ran down the hallway, two men rounded the corner and ran toward her. She shot each square in the head. She cautiously rounded the corner and shot the guard at the windows.

Silently, Will made his way through the hallways. His poise and movements carried the grace and skill of any assassain or martial artist. Krii'Ouse might have been a trained ninja, but Will had had a harder and more demanding teacher than any sensei, the streets. And on the streets, all the classes were pass/fail, and failure meant death; obviously given his continued well being, Will was a good student. Even if he had been making some sort of noise, it would have been masked by the sounds of gunfire and screams in the background. His people were putting on an excellent distraction for him, and he intended to amke full use of it.

Pounding footsteps sounded from the hallway in front of him, and the Hunter dove into a shadowed alcove off to the side. Dismissing his powers to cut off the glow of his eyes, arms, and shoulders, Will drew his black leather trenchcoat around him tightly, concealing himself in the darkness. Seconds later over a dozen heavily armed guards with military grade weapons and body armor stormed past, intent on getting to where the gunshots were coming from. It looked like They'd managed to awaken this sleeping giant, and it's defenders were moving into action. They had to cripple the security and get reinforcements in here fast, or the Archangels' security forces would crush them under sheer numbers.

About a half minute after the group of guards had rounded the corner, Will was about to emerge from his hiding place and continue on his way when the sounds of more footsteps, not quite as many this time, reached his ears. Remaining where he was, he watched another four guards, less heavily armed and armored, pass his position before he sprung into action.

Guard one went down clutching his throat and gurgling, trying to breathe through the blood filling his windpipe courtesy of the three throwing stars lodged in his neck. The second didn't even realize that one of his comrades was down before rough hands caught his chin and the back of his head then jerked hard to the side, snapping the spinal column like dry tinder and causing him to bleed internally as the jagged end of his broken neck severed his jugular. The third guard saw Will snapping the guards neck and shouted out a warning to his remaining compatriot even as he brought his sidearm to bare. He never had a chance to use it. Will rolled under his aim and towards him, coming to a crouch at his feet. Bringing up his longsword, Will impaled the guard through the crotch right into the small intstine, left kidney, liver, stomach, and heart. Wrenching the blade free, Will turned to his final victim. For a heartbeat, the guard stood his ground, before courage failed him and he bolted, seeking to escape this whirling dervish of blades and steel who had so readily slaughtered three of his colleagues in a matter of breaths. Unfortunately for him, Will wasn't about to let him go.

With a forward lunge and a slash with his sword, Will neatly sliced through the spine at the mid of his opponents back, sending the man crashing down almost bonelessly with a weak cry. Instantly Will was upon him, the sword held tightly against the guards throat, already starting to draw a thin rivulet of blood. Will's voice was harsh and merciless, causing the guard to whimper as he was being questioned. "Greetings, nameless minion, my name is William and I'll be your interrogator for today. Are you familiar with the act of pithing? No? It's where you take a frog and sever the spinal column just so, paralysing it completely but leaving it alive so that it can be dissected while it's still living. Fascinating process, and useful as you've no doubt found you can't move. Now you have two options. You answer my questions quickly and without hesitation, I end your suffering quickly and cleanly. If you don't, I'll crack open your ribcage and peel back the skin so I can let you stare at your own beating heart for a bit. So which will it be, option one or option two?"

Unsuprisingly, the guard quickly told Will everything he wanted to know, and was rewarded by a speedy decapitation. Cleaning and sheathing his self-made sword, Will went about collecting the guards weapons, checking that each of the four Glocks had a full clip before slipping them into his jacket pockets along with a few clips of spare ammo. Rising from his grisly work, Will once again proceeded through the halls. Now he knew where Mauser was located thanks to the guard, and he wouldn't let the b*****d escape.

Lydia was running through the halls now, suddenly altering her path and sending Rogue a message. I'm on the move. Meet me here (there was a mental image of the control room along with directions on how to get there), and I'll send you and your people where you need to go. Slaughter as many guards as you can while you make your way here

Ending the connection, the psychic went into a stairwell and slid down the railing until she reached the floor that the control room was on, wich was the bottom most floor. Bursting through the door, Lydia encountered five guards, lightly armed, but still ready to fight. "It's a good thing I'm wearing black..." she muttered, meaning her blank tank top and black unltra lowrise pants.

Her eyes opened wide and went completly white, making her look like a demon of death with her black hair hanging down over her pale skin. The men finally realized that she was an enemy and made to attack her, which was all the provocation she needed. One of them ran at her, and suddenly his head imploded, brains and blood splattering all on the other men. Another was torn apart ruthlessly, his insides spilling out and pooling uselessly between the two halves. A third had his lims ripped off before having his head torn off to kill him.

The other two stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. "But, but you're suppsoed to be on our side!" he shouted, suddenly leveling his fire arm at her and firing a whole magazine at her. The bullets bounced harmlessly off of her psychic sheild that had also protected her from the blood. The other man pulled up his gun, and Lydia took two of the bullets and imbended them into their heads, one for each guard.

Going over to the dead, Lydia grabbed every firearm and weapon they had on them, arranging them all on her to make her look like a walking armory. Continuing on, the psychic had one gun ready to use in case more guards came. She didn't want to use up all her powers before this was done.

As she neared the control room, Kerrigan's message came through, and just after it, the three guards appeared around the corner, shooting at her. With her shield up, Lyida was safe and she aimed her own gun at the guards and emptied about half of a clip into the three guards. She walked passed their bloodied corpses, relieving them of their weapons as she passed.

Coming into the control room, Lydia threw a few of the firearms at Kerrigan, kept a few for herself, and set the rest aside for everyone else who was coming. Looking at the security moniters for a moment, she caught sight of Will and felt her heart jump. Shaking her head and sitting at one of the stations, Lydia started to type furiously.

"Kerrigan, I'm going to work on taking out the main power supply, as that requires passcodes that you don't have, and hacking them will take too long. While I'm doing that, do your best to try and get the lights out. Once I've gotten the main power supply out, we can work together to take out the backup power systems. I'll send a message to all of our people before we shut down the last system so we don't plunge them into the dark without a way to see or get out. Once that's done, we'll find everyone and get the hell out of here so we can blow the place up. Sound good?"

As she spoke, Lydia bypassed the systems with an insane speed. Soon, she was into the coding that had the power supply, and cut it. While the control room lights only flickered, the rest of the building with non-essential systems, that was to say everything else, was plundged into darkness.

The back-up power would kick on in about thirty seconds, and Lydia was already getting into those systems.

Sady and pushed herself against the wall, stuck her leg out and kicked the door open. The stairway was clear but there would be guards on the other side of the door at the top. She swiftly climbed up the stairs while switching to her machine gun.

Edith, definately not being a genius, chose to follow Krii. She liked both Krii and Lydia, and yet, had never had a chance to properly work with either of them. She wanted to clutch Will and grab his leg, forcing him to frag her with him, but that would only embarass them both... She had to let Will go... Once he had decided something, even she had a hard time talking him out of it. She, however was the exact same. Once decided, it was almost impossible to sway her.

Eden brought out her Heart Gate axe, it was her most trusted weapon, and it was forged to be extremely light, but very powerful when it connected with an enemy. She wished that someday she would perhaps be trusted to lead a group, but for now, she was a crap class huntress and had to follow the directions of others. Swiftly she hobbled after Krii, carrying her axe with difficulty because of her fractured wrist...

She turned a corner, and as she did so, came face to face with a guard. Eden quickly brought her axe up to swing at him. The guard, being unprepared, had his head hacked off, it was a clean cut, no sound except for the head falling to the ground... Blood splattered in her face and her right wrist screamed in agony, she could not use her axe... It was too heavy, and her fractured wrist would not be able to handle this... Edith brought out her engraved magnum, she weilded it in her left hand, her hand that was not injured.

An Impala drove through the High Rise District, two men were of course inside the car. Simon smirked as he parallel parked paralel to the building of their destination. Unfortunately, he frowned when the car began to tilt in all different directions. Simon wasn't exactly used to the "gangsta pimpin' hydraulics" of the newly aquired car. In light of the moment; Simon spoke, "At least we're here." It wouldn't end there, Simon would ramble on to Albert as the crossed the street, the guitar cases still at hand. Fully suited for war, but still looking casual enough for street life.

"The car isn't that bad. American Muscle is pretty sweet." These were Simon's last words as they entered the building to find five guards with pistols, looking down at two dead bodies that were killed recently. "The other hunters," Simon thought; whilst he swiftly pulled the AK-47 out of the guitar case, and began firing at the guards. The case hit the floor with a loud thud, but that sound was drowned out by gun fire. Simon just hoped Albert was doing the same because one of the guards running for cover had just taken out his Glock 18 and was aiming towards Al.

((Next up to bat for "The Unspeakables."))