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[Port de Gambino - Ain't outta the woods yet. Time: 2:54 AM]

Talon's first shot was true, catching the man in the left chest. Though the right missed him, or if it did hit him, was just a nick, unnoticed. It didn't seem like it would have mattered, that chest wound was placed well enough that it'd be fatal soon enough.

As he was hit, the man with the grenade went down, in the back of the jeep. And... his grenade dropped back there. That caused the gunner to dive out of sight long before any pistol shots came after him. He jumped out of the back, and kept on running, abandoning the 50 cal, and his post as...

BOOM! The jeep blew up. You're talking huge fireworks here. Not just the grenade... but also all those other munitions in back going up. Bullets were shooting in the air, secondary explosions went off, and it seemed the driver had not escaped.

Of note as well, after the explosions, Talon would hear that machine gun fire from Jeep number 1 stop. There was no supressing fire anymore. He could poke his head out to that back street if he wanted. It might not instantly get blown off, but there was no telling if they were still lurking there.

Jeep number 4 was only slightly more lucky. There was a radio call of "Incoming!" with which the driver slammed hard on the breaks. Thus the missile leading the target, would have to go and correct itself quite a bit to hit it.

It didnt' take long for the driver to slam the jeep into reverse, and start peeling out, driving backwards. The people in the back were having a hell of a time with it, but the gunner kept firing, spraying wildly towards the VF. Not that he thought the rounds would shoot down the VG, not unless he got a lucky shot... but maybe it'd keep her mind on dodging a little more than killin' them.

And the second guy in the back, well, he was pulling out another anti-tank rocket launcher. If at first you don't succeed... sooner or later one of them would run outta ammo or chaff...

[Small island east of Isle de Gambino]

Vic Voltage panted, as he crouched in the sandy shore of a tiny little island that was little more than a sand bar with a tuft of grass at its crown. Beside him lay the unconscious Eileen Patterson, with the red-cylinder'd Sentaku sagged in her breast pocket. He peered at the little thing. "Sure can do some fancy things with tech nowadays," he said as he recalled the match he had watched.

He idly reached out, and gave the lightning ball a bit of a spin as he worked to catch his breath, then glanced over to the girl and muttered, "I sure as hell hope you people learn something from this. Don't you worry none though. I won't do to you what yer boys did to one of ours." He got up with a grunt, and dusted his jeans off. "Whelp, that'll be enough of restin'. He reached down, and picked her up. "Let's go." Carrying her in both arms, he stepped onto the ball, and willed it up into the sky again. He glanced down at the ball. "...fool thing. Feel like a damned circus bear."

Port de Gambino - 0301 Hours

Talon watched as the jeep went up in flames and a fairly large smile claimed his face. He saw the Valkyrie swoop by chasing another jeep. This was his chance to reload, and so he ejected his nearly empty clip and slammed a fresh one home as the ammo counter blinked up to twenty (His previous clip had spent ten round on the driving range). He holstered his sidearm and went up to the alleyway entrance to scope out the street.

He noticed an one of the houses on the other side of the street had been thrown open by the concussive force of the explosion. He beckoned to the girl still crouched back in the alley and they approached the injured man. "We're going to move you into a house on the opposite side of the street." He told the girl to gently pick up the man by his boots as Talon cautiously lifted under his shoulders, and they carefully moved across the street towards the open door.

[Port of Gambino - Mopping Up. Time: 3:02 AM]

Three sharp retorts sounded as the woman and Talon carried Nathan Richards off into the street. They were a nice, big target, outlined agaisnt the fires, and there was one panic stricken gunner, the one that bailed out, shooting at them.

He had taken cover behind that same mailbox that Nathan himself was behind a moment before. Must be nice and sturdy, it was all dented, scratched, and beat up, but it had withstood the storm of the big 50 cal before.

The man was kneeling behind it, leaning out just far enough to get one hand, holding a .45 fully extended, pointed toward the group, and his head out far enough to line up a shot.

His shots were well aimed, but not so well that they'd kill. One went past Talon's head. Another hit the hapless Nathan in the right arm, facing the gunman. The third just narrowly missed the girl, which caused her to scream like a banshee, and drop Nathan's feet painfully on the ground while she scrambled back for cover of the alleyway...

The gunman was already lining up his next shots on Talon and the Extra Crispy Marine. (That's two gunshot wounds he has, in addition to grenade damage he took. wink All praise the miracle healing and toughness of RP characters... )


The jeep that Rachele was leveling so much firepower at was eventually toast. The guy might have been a good driver, but there was only so much you could do. The whole volley of attacks hit the jeep, though few strikes were dead on as he had tried a few swerves to avoid them. But it hardly mattered. Training rounds or not, the people in back where toast, and whatever was left of the driver... well, it might serve as Jam...

That just left the downed Jeep Number 1, and Jeep 5, which was still fully mobile. And, with the destruction wraught so far, the radio called out for "General Withdrawl. Fall back to point Gamma... Go!" from Jeep 5.

The 5th jeep started to peel off down the street... oddly enough, the direction he was going was heading towards the GN base...

What about Jeep number one, and it's passengers, the driver shot dead by Talon? Well, unless your VG has x-ray vision, you wouldn't know. Their comms have been silent too.



[Isle De Gambino - Daniel - Timie: Sometime after the bounty announcement.]

Wham! A heavy soled boot slammed into the soft, broken, blood nose. The boot, it belonged to a man. Daniel. He stood over that broken, bloody punk. Some random Downtowner trash. Probably some demon scum, guessing from the black wings and claws. Not to mention all those burned pieces of asphalt where he had put up a fight.

The contrast between the two was quite remarkable. Daniel was relatively short, standing only 5'4", with a lean physique. He was dressed in a simple white tank top, black jeans, and his heavy duty combat boots. They still had the GN markings on the sole. Which now left a nice little imprint he imagined he could see on the demon's face.

He stood confidently over his prey, a fairly nondescript pistol held comfortly in his left hand. It seemed reminiscent of a Colt .45 semi-automatic, though the markings on it, and the grip, were different enough to set it apart. He was breathing hard, and there was a thin sheen of sweat on him, but he seemed monstly unarmed, his brown hair plastered to his head, and his green eyes locked on the Demon.

The demon, well, he was in decidedly worse shape. his wings were shot to hell, and several holes that were there looked about the size of a baseball, throughly burned through. His face was a bloody disgrace, and his arms hung in an odd fashion that screamed "Broken", at least in a few different places.

"Now... where is your little friend?" he asked again. His voice was almost sickly sweet. It had been merely the third time he asked the question. So far, all he got was spite, and a bit of bloody spit on his ******** off-"

He was cut off, as that boot came up and out again, a nice, textbook perfect boot stomp, further shattering his face, a wet crunch sounding.

He pulled back the hammer with his thumb. It wasn't necessary, but that click, that click that was in all the action movies, that click that signified coming death. That click was dramatic, it made a point.

"Where?" he asked one more time, holding up a paper. A print out of the Vic Voltage bounty notice, right with his picture. This time his voice was devoid on any 'kindness', and he pressed the barrel of the firearm right up between the Demon's eyes to get the point across.

"East man, east, he flew east, that's all I know!" the demon finally snapped. He cried out like a baby, sobbing as his eyes locked onto the barrel in his face. He froze, not moving an inch away from it, having nowhere to move, a nice, solid wall to his back.



"Thank you."

With those two words, he pulled the trigger, firing a round right into the demon's brain. Now, he knew demons were tougher than normal. But he was also pretty sure that having their brains blown out was guaranteed fatal.

He nodded once, as he holstered his firearm, and pushed the demon's lifeless body aside with his foot. No reaction. Dead. Good.

He didn't kill the guy out of malice. Hardly. He killed him because that's the way things are. That guy was evil. "Badass" incarnate. Never mind he got his a** handed to him by a human with nothing more advanced that a single pistol.

And he knew that, if left alive, the demon would swear revenge and come back. And he'd keep coming back, until he got lucky and killed him. That's the way things were.

This way, there was less of a chance of that thing sneakin' up on him and bushwacking him.

Yeah, he thought, just business as usual. With that, he mounted up on his vehicle. A small little dirtbike he had "Procured" about a year ago. It was rugged, and served him just as well. He gunned the throttle, and shot off east, towards the docks.

Airman Ashika Mokono
Health Status: 100% Normal
Weapon/s Status: Pistol(Kimber Arms Desert Warrior 1911 pistol)
Ammunition: 4 clips (1 loaded into pistol, 3 in reserve. Used in case of bailout over unfriendly territory as a last resort if E&E does not work.)
Location: his VF-1J in hangar, prepearing for takeoff.
Action: Taking off and looking for friendly forces.
VF-1J
Armor-100%
Weapons-20 SRMs, GAU-11 gunpod with 1300 HEAP(High Explosive Armor Piercing) Rounds, 4 LRMs

Ashika prepared for take off since he didn't have any word on the rest of the squadron. He did his preflight and checked on all of his control surfaces. When it all checked out and the armorers finished arming weapons, he taxied out to the runway. <> The tower respoded quickly. <> <>After getting permission to take off he shot toward the sky in his VF-1J and called to friendly forces on his radio. <> He called out on his radio and switched frequencies in case the enemy was listening. After calling out on his radio he looked down at the city. It was in chaos and that surprised him. He didn't realize that there were so many people that would want to fight against those that would protect them. He shook the thought from his mind and concentrated at the task at hand.

((OOC:I hope that i did this right. I was waiting for Griffin-chan since she was our squadron leader but since she is busy or something I thought that I might as well get myself in the air.))

[GNG Freq. 295.75] <>

Rachele had lost track of both the remaining enemy jeeps. Too many buildings: the on board VF-1 targeting computer could track dozens of targets simultaneously, but even it could not account for blocked line of sight and veteran drivers. She tapped her visor's release, and slid it up, letting out a heavy sigh as she got a bit of relatively fresh air. "Now let's see. That flare..." She began following the magenta road back the way she'd come, cruising at about 50 mph, sweeping her searchlight back and forth cautiously, in case other insurgents lay in wait. There was the beginning of her run. She looked about, and saw the still smoking remains of the jeep that had had a grenade detonate within it. She arched a brow. "Well.... this seems to be the place." She flicked on the externals.

"This is Captain Rivers of the Gaian National Guard," she stated as her voice echoed over the street through the mecha's mounted PA system. "Search and rescue teams are on their way. Please stay indoors and take shelter until we have called the all clear."

She switched off the PA. "Now let's hope the one with the flare is still alive to figure out I'm waiting here for them."

[Por de Gambino - "Payback Time" - 0305 Hours]

As Talon came around the corner of the box, he stopped. Something kept him from pulling the trigger. Maybe it was the fact that this man's friends had been the ones that hurt his fellow marine, it could have been that the man just tried to shoot him again, perhaps it was just because it was way too early in the morning to be dealing with a combat situation, or maybe it was that his friends just killed an innocent...

The rifle swung down and Talon kicked the pistol out of the terroist's hands. "You don't get the pleasure of dying today...you're gonna suffer as much as that marine over there." He swung the butt of his rifle down upon the man's shoulder, breaking the collar bone clean. "You're gonna come with me." he said, slightly calmer than his last statement. Thoughts of tearing the man to shred still floating through his head. He grabbed the downtowner's arm and yanked him up from his sitting position, twisting said arm behind his back and pressing him over the mail box.

The VF was coming back down the street, hopefully the searchlight would notice the armored figure putting the terrorist through hell. Talon drew out his pistol and pressed it into the man's ribs. "Now this is going to sting just a little bit." He joked, pulling the trigger, putting a round into the man's spleen ((Who needs a spleen anyways? xD)). He pulled out a second flare, his last, "Your friends have made quite a mess with those grenades as well." He struck the flare and held it in front of the man's face, the light serving a dual purpose of signalling the VF and burning the skin on the man's face.

[Off the Coast of Isle De Gambino- Southeast]

Upon reaching the sandy beach, Lyendi could feel the tense air about. Up above another jet fighter arrived on the scene and wasted no time taking part in quelling the riot. From the beach fires could be seen over the rooftops of the buildings, giving the nighty sky a nice pseudo sunset. Lyendi jumped out of the boat and dragged it as far as she could into the sand then made her way up to the seawall where cars were abandoned in the middle of the streets. "Maybe I should have stayed in bed...", she said nervously. Walking down one of the empty streets under the street lights, Lyendi began pondering where she should start to find the whereabouts of this Vic Voltage person. "Hmm...they did say that there was a sudden blackout in the Northeastern part of the island.". Unfortunately for her, that part of the island was about half an hour away on foot and with the area without power things would get chaotic the moment she'd even come close to the affected area.