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Post by Mikey on Aug 28, 2010 0:23:23 GMT -5
Tyson cursed slightly when he heard Aya order them to the monorail, stress in her voice and gunfire coming from the other end. He didn’t have anything to do to help her, he couldn’t match the gunfire he heard to her position. The delay in the sound, the gunfire coming from other sources. It f**ked with his perception, didn’t give him any clues. Looked like she was on her own for the moment.
Gunfire pinged off his suit, a man hiding behind a car who figured he’d get the drop on Tyson from behind. Tyson spun, saw the man close up. Big mistake. A kick from the side sent the man to the ground dazed from the force behind the blow. Tyson yanked his Desert Eagle from its holster and fired three shots, an execution. As the man bled out on the concrete, Tyson turned and looked for the way up.
A crash made him look to the side, he watched a Corvette crash into the side of the barrier on the forth level. Well, he knew where Aya was now. And she looked like she was doing good on her own. He looked for the way up, knowing there had to be a platform with stairs somewhere near. How else were people supposed to get up?
He found it after a few seconds, taking the stairs two at a time when he heard explosions. He stopped and looked over, saw dust wafting out into the air from the parking structure. Did Aya do that, or did someone do it trying to get her? He shook it out of his head and continued up the steps, stopping with a skid when he saw Matt laid out on a set of steps. Had he come up the steps? No, Tyson would have seen him. He jumped, he had to have. Tyson looked over to the parking structure. It was some way away. Definitely out of his jump range, probably out of a lot of people’s. He’d ask later.
Tyson stopped and leaned against the wall for a moment, panting. He let the rifle hang and grabbed his Glock, and then the detonator. Squeezing both objects tight, he watched the parking garage, waiting for Aya’s signal. Hopefully she was clear of the place when it went up. He didn’t know if even she could survive that.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 28, 2010 8:15:48 GMT -5
Ringing in her ears; the lack of being able to hear anything made Aya feel weak and nauseous. Another pop registered from a third grenade round and she felt weightlessness, the stairs beneath her crumbling. She desperately reached out and grabbed hold of what remained, dangling by one hand, holding on for dear life. Aya could see back into the level four garage now, spotting the GL toting extremist, '3...' all she could think of was how many more times he could refire his weapon, now hastily pulling herself back up. Another 40mm passed right underneath her just as Aya brought her feet up, it demolished more support making the entire stairwell seem to lean. The outer wall of the well fell away and she was able to see the monorail, perhaps half a level higher than her. Aya braced, about to leap off and out when more stairwell gave way; backing off from that idea. She chased the destruction upwards, each step falling away as Aya slowly gained altitude. Inevitably it caught up with her, left with no choice but to break through the door on the sixth level before no floor was left to stand on. The sound of concrete crumbling quickly faded out, replaced by a grinding noise; metal scraping against rock. An APC pushed its way up one of the spiral ramps, stopping once clear enough to open fire. Aya knew even parked cars wouldn't stop rounds from the machine gun, out of a particular will to live the girl utilized them anyway perfering at least something between her and the armor. She broke out of the cover once close enough to the ramp leading to the top level; to one side of the ramp the pedestrian elevator pinged, silver doors opening and extremists pouring out. At this stage the Ivory girl practically skated up the inclination, feeling the chase ratchet up another notch. The APC's machinegun cut out and the grinding started again as it moved to follow. The battle stricken sky was welcoming, the lack of a ceiling feeling quite liberating. Aya raced to the finish line, attempting to see where the monorail met closest to the building. She was halfway across when the sandwich scenario kicked in, hostiles both ends of the carpark emerged dropping rounds like 2 cent pieces, 'Back into the cars,' Aya argued, making herself as small as possible while disappearing back among the assorted Las Vegas exotics. Area drawing thin, dozens of extremists had all climbed to the top backed by LAV's both sides absolutely set on killing her. They were like flies to sh*t; two intruders had already gotten away and now they really wanted results. Tearing the door open of the silver Ford Marauder Aya hid among, climbing inside. There was only one thing that would stop all the shooting; in return she would receive maybe 5 or less seconds of peace. Aya barked the signal over the radio, "Tyson! Pop it!" dropping the gadget while digging the casing out from around the steering wheel with her knife, exposing the ignition. Aya cut and peeled out the appropriate wires haphazardly all at once, too much so as the current from the starter shocked her after touching the two together. The car was going, no debate, Aya punched the gas with a closed fist propelling the vehicle forwards across the lot and slamming through the barrier of the top level. Tracers. Explosions. The Marauder over revved as it soared across the gap between the carpark and the monorail. The sensation of floating engulfed the girl, drifting away from the seat and towards the roof. It made landing harsh, nose diving straight into the train track; the entire forward section buckled and squashed up like a can of soda. A deep regret of not putting a seatbelt on settled in.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 28, 2010 12:53:58 GMT -5
Matthew slowly pulled himself to sit up on the rails, looking over along the tracks and seeing nothing but darkness after around 20 feet of straight rails. He sighed, sliding a bit forward and turning his body to look at the car park just as troops poured out. He didn't know why, and he didn't know where exactly they were, but it seems they were focusing their fire on one area- Aya. She must've gotten up there! Matthew quickly stood, pulling his EBR from his side and swinging it around to his front, cradling it in his arms as he ran along the tracks, traveling parallel to the building. He neared the part of the rails that lined up with her position when he heard an engine roar and spied headlights beaming out about 10 feet to his left.
Within seconds, the barrier smashed and he watched as the 5-10 ton machine glided in the air a few feet before colliding violently with the rails, rolling and catching on the tracks. It was stopped, and the rails should easily hold the weight- but he wasn't sure if she survived the collision. She had yelled for Tyson to push the detonator just seconds before, so she had to have lived. He quickly moved to the SUV, to the door- or what was left of it. It was too destroyed to be opened normally, and he grasped what used to be the handle and dug his fingers in tight and ripped the door open just a little, enough to get a better grip and then slipped his fingers through the gap.With a sharp tug, the door groaned as it was pried open. Once there was enough space for her to exit, Matthew stumbled backwards a bit, leaning forward on his knees and taking in a few breaths.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 29, 2010 2:55:34 GMT -5
Tyson heard the order to blow the charges, hesitating for a moment. They hadn’t seen her exit, and with the events that unfolded before their eyes, they would have seen her exit. She only had so many places to go, from escaping the destroyed stairwell to being pinned down by heavy small arms fire. The ramps were blocked off, the back end was a wall that had no way out, they’d see her daring escape when she made it. But they hadn’t.
His hesitation only lasted for a moment. She told him to blow it as soon as she gave the order, and he was already late. The detonator gave a small beep when he depressed the button, and the signal it gave off to the box on the charges that set off the blasting cap was less than a second. An earth shattering boom was all they heard for a moment, Tyson grabbing onto the rail for a moment to avoid falling over when the wave of force came through.
Slowly but surely the place started to collapse, other explosions coming from the structure as the munitions went, and then the fuel Matt had spread around, followed by cars, a private gas tank… It was beautiful. But where was Aya? Somewhere in the middle of the initial explosion and the secondary explosions, he saw her commandeered car fly through the air in a path that ended badly, judging by the crash he heard above him.
He abandoned watching the explosion and ran up the stairs two at a time, seeing the wreck of a vehicle, and the door almost ripped off the hinges. The hand sized indent that looked different than the regular pattern of the twisted metal stuck out to Tyson, and he had a good idea of how it was opened.
He got close to the wreck, looking inside and seeing Aya twisted into a pretzel, looking like she had worked the gas with her hand. Either that was the case, or it was a hell of a trip from there to here.
“Need some help?” He asked her, offering his hand to pull her out of the wreck.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 29, 2010 7:12:45 GMT -5
No need to reply. Aya reached out and grabbed Tyson by the wrist letting him drag her out of the car, "I feel like I just got turned inside out," keeping at a kneel and waving Tyson that she was alright afterwards. Nothing remained of the garage, each level had collapsed on itself like a layer cake and all that was left were a smoldering pile of rubble. Aya crawled over to the side of the monorail and looked down through the dust, "Your best piece yet," she remarked, a raspy cough following, "So who's down for taking out another which is about double in size?" she rolled over and rested on her elbows. Attention gradually found its way in once things started to dissipate, "Hopefully the Colonel read that as the signal, he should be pushing all his units in hard now," unmarked humvees rolled in from the convention centre, "Let's get moving,"Back on her feet and turning away from the edge, starting down the train track. It seemed pretty obvious trains wouldn't be running so Aya didn't hold the threat of a locomotive flattening them. Tearing off the lower half of her shirt and tying it around her shoulder, Aya spotted an anomaly with Matthew's loadout, "Nice find," the shock rifle hanging around his neck, also noticing how he lacked every other weapon he carried earlier, 'Wonder what the hell happened,' she would have suggested handing it to Tyson otherwise, just to round it out with his armor. "On our right hand side is the convention centre," Aya pointed at the while building, opposite from the garage, "The monorail takes a right turn further ahead. At the end of that is both the air conditioning, refrigeration and ventilation units of the structure and a lane leading into the rear entrance; probably where props for exhibits are shipped in. The Venetian resort casts a nice shadow over it," she stretched while holding a hasty pace along the track feeling a number of tensed joints crack, "At the same time opposite the little small patch of maintenance is the second multi-story carpark," drawing key points from photographic memory. One hand held out from behind issuing a hold, crouching down as more unmarked humvees drove down the street they were over the top of, "Now..." licking her lips and turning to Matt and Ty, "We can infiltrate the convention centre straight away, get to what Collateral might be hiding. If we find resistance at the second garage and take it out though it may help to lessen the forces pouring in after us once PMC Nomad hit the front of the convention centre. We'd have to be creative about it, but it's not like we can't use what they have against them," swapping eye contact with both of them, "What do you guys think?"
The only light coming out of the makeshift command centre were the earie glow of computer screens around the room casting dark silhouettes. A man enters the room, crossing to one terminal, "Any results yet?" his snake like Serbian accent hissed forth. "We just received access to the resident Nomad satellite orbiting at the moment and took a few snapshots," replied the nasaly operator, pushing his spectacles up his nose. Brief pause, "And?""Well the damage was caused by three commandos, not baring any PMC fatigues. They're on the Las Vegas rail way right now, the light blue path highlights that; and the targeted building is where we think they're going next. It was flagged on the same co-ordinates earlier, perhaps for a planned strike,"The Serbian stood there for a moment mulling over the information, "Have as much of our tanks and artillery mobilize immediately. Send a word forward to commander Rizik and tell him to plant a trap for these intruders. Tell him to eliminate them however he likes," the tail of his suit flapped as the Serbian went to exit the room.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 29, 2010 20:08:18 GMT -5
Matthew knelt, listening to Aya as she spoke, making comments about the garage to their left. When the humvee passed below, his eyes followed it as it sped behind him. He lifted the odd rifle up and took a good look at it, then shouldering it, looking down the sights as he lined up the holographic. He then moved the rifle down, holding it. He felt bare without his new pistols and his MP5, but at least his personal firearms weren't taken from him.
"We can infiltrate the convention centre straight away, get to what Collateral might be hiding. If we find resistance at the second garage and take it out though it may help to lessen the forces pouring in after us once PMC Nomad hit the front of the convention centre. We'd have to be creative about it, but it's not like we can't use what they have against them."
"I'd say.."He weighed his options carefully, looking over at the car garage and then at the convention center. He then turned back to Aya, "If we hit the convention center first, it'll flip them on their heads. Then we can hit them with their own munitions..."
He looked to Tyson, eyeing him.
"But if hitting the car garage would be a practical choice for the time frame we're in, we should probably give it a send off. Seeing as we probably only have time to hit one target before dawn breaks..."
He spun around behind him, looking back in the distance at the gargantuan pile of rubble they left in their wake. He was proud, but also in dismay. Casualties were a part of war, and they were most definitely at war with these extremists. If it meant storming another car garage, though, they'd have to be smarter about it.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 29, 2010 22:07:10 GMT -5
Tyson listened to the plan laid out by Aya, Matt’s input. It was true, the sun was starting to drift down the horizon. It would be hard operating in the urban environment in the dark. He had to bet that the power grid was down in the area, street lights as well as buildings being left with no power. Collateral would have generators, spot lights, portable lights for their areas, but that was it.
“What if we split up?” He said. Bad idea. Always a bad idea, no matter the instance. But they had two targets, one to blow up, another to infiltrate. “I can take the car park, wire it, blow it the same time you guys enter the center. I’ll bring up the rear, clean up anyone who tries to escape, meet up with you in there.” He said. He didn’t know how well going solo would work out, but he’d done it in the past. He was a survivor, no matter the odds. He either came out on top, or he’d go down making everyone else sorry they’d chose him as a target.
“It’s the best way to cover the ground, you know it.” He said to Aya. Best way in theory, anyway. It seemed like Matt was hinting at it to him, eyeing him just as he laid out the fact that they were running out of time. If he’d let Tyson borrow that rifle he picked up, things would go even smoother. He knew what it could do to civilian cars, he was curious what it could do to an APC. “Trade weapons with me, I can get this done in half the time we just spent.” He said, looking over at Matt and holding his rifle up by the hand guard.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 30, 2010 2:28:05 GMT -5
[OoC: What is it, nightime or daytime?]
Pinching the bridge of her nose; the clock was beginning to go against her, "Are you sure about this?" she asked Tyson, double checking; if he wasn't confident without a squad at his back then that could turn into a breaking point, 'Then again, he would only offer if he is,' shuffling on her spot to face both of them, "C'mon, both of you change loadouts," she gestured between them. This way Tyson evened things out, he could take Collateral face on, "As soon as I hear a boom radio Matt to let him know you're coming in, and get back quick,"
Taking the steps two at a time, Aya and Matthew crossed over the road while Tyson remained next to the carpark. The way the light was poised meant plenty of shadows existed at the hind side of the convention building to exploit, "I can see movement down near the cut in," a small area where big industrial fans stood to swap out air, "Don't know how many," it didn't cause he to slow down though.
Simply switching to Redeye brought up the outline of whoever was behind the corner. 4 hostiles, "Maybe about 4," whispering more as they drew closer, "I'll snatch the two at the farside, you grab the two closest," at that mark she radically picked up speed. Once nearing the corner the girl went down onto her knees, sliding across the open area well beneath everyones field of view. Unsheathing her intercepter and slicing the leg of her first enemy; as he toppled over she brought the blade into the back of his head.
For the second guard beside him Aya performed a sort of 'battle pirouette' from where she knelt standing up, crashing the heel of her foot into his jaw; dislocated. The sudden shock and agony would stop him from performing any acts against her. Aya finished her ballet, disappearing into the mans shadow; her blade severing his spinal column a moment later.
Dragging both of the bodies into a snug little spot between the industrial fan units and back wall of the convention centre, 'I'm packing suppressors next time,' the girl dusted her hands, waiting for Matthew to clean up before entering.
5 or so extremists all crouched behind the wall of the 3rd level of the garage; behind them stood Commander Rizik, "Everybody ready," they all signalled in their own way, "As soon as the intruders are about to enter... fire..." he turned and walked away as each extremist picked up an RPG-7.
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Post by .Merios on Aug 30, 2010 3:26:59 GMT -5
Matthew looked to Tyson and shrugged, slipping the EBR off his torso and handing it to him. When Tyson offered his own weapon, Matthew waved it off. He didn't want to take a rifle into close-quarters. He'd be better off hand-to hand- after all, that's what he was best in. He listened to Aya give Tyson an order about heading back before she took off down the steps from the rail. Matthew hastily followed without a word, moving down the stairs at a double pace, matching hers. He hit the pavement in a jog, crossing the road with Aya and moving against the wall near the corner. Matthew pressed up against the wall as Aya began marking targets.
"Maybe about four,"She said, pausing and then speaking again, "I'll snatch the two at the farside, you grab the two closest."
Before he could act, she quickly picked up speed, rushing out from around the corner. He moved after her, swiftly pressing on around the corner as she dropped to her knees, unsheathing some sort of weapon. He flitted right with her, his two targets on either side of her two further targets. Still sprinting, he rushed in to the man on the right side and threw out his arm in a vicious clothesline, his forearm connecting with his chest and lifting the man into the air and brought his arm down into a kneel, slamming the soldier onto the ground with a hard throw. Before the other soldier could react, Matthew pushed off the ground in a bull rush, football tackling the soldier around the waist and lifting him forward, running a few feet and smashing him into the side of the large fan unit, letting go and backing up as the man coughed and began to fall forward. Matthew reared back his right fist and sent it around in a wide hay-maker, connecting with the left side of the extremist's head and, due to throwing his weight behind the punch, Matthew followed through with the swing and lost his balance, shifting his weight onto his right foot as the soldier's body hit the ground, knocking the extremist out cold.
He straightened up and walked over to the soldier he had clothes lined earlier, who was now beginning to stand. He quickly brought his right fist down again in a straight punch, connecting with the extremist's nose and snapping his head down to the cement, knocking the man unconscious. He gripped the man's body armor just as Aya pig-stuck her second target and brought him down. Crouching down, he pulled the man's body over to where Aya stuffed hers, dropping him ontop of one of the other corpses and moving to the other soldier, grabbing him around the waist and heaving his body up over his shoulder. He walked back over to the pile and dropped the body on top, looking over to Aya. He gave her a shrug and walked back over, linking his fingers together and popping his knuckles.
"Lead the way," he said with a smirk.
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Post by Mikey on Aug 30, 2010 15:29:47 GMT -5
(I’m assuming six to seven PM. Gives us about an hour or two of daylight, depending on the time of year.)
Tyson nodded simple when he heard Aya lay out instructions. He watched them head down the steps and looked over toward the car park. Now how would he do this… He was thinking simple, quick and dirty. Charges on the middle support pillar of each level, that section would collapse and drag the rest with it. Easy as pie.
He made his way down the stairs after the pair, knowing he couldn’t make a jump from the track to the structure. Looks like he was going in the front door. This was gonna be good…
Strolling across the street like he owned the place, his own rifle slung tight against his back, the magnetic rifle in his arms. It was quite easy to use, he assumed. It had a grip, had a trigger, had a stock. All he needed. He got to the first level, stopping and looking over at the security booth that was in front, just like the other. Standard in Vegas, he assumed. Watch for people trying to steal the hundred or more thousand dollar cars people parked here. He could see the man inside peeking out the window, on his radio calling for backup. Tyson leveled the weapon in his direction, pulled the trigger without giving the man a chance to tuck tail and run. The booth exploded into dust and chunks of brick and metal.
He let out a smile behind his mask and walked into the shadow of the garage, looking for targets. A wave of them came down a ramp, probably expecting an accidental discharge. Who could have killed one of their armored buddies and taken their weapon? A blast from the weapon sent bodies flying in all directions, swathing a path through the hostiles. Tyson jogged to the center, slapped a charge onto the middle pillar, and moved on to the ramp that wasn’t destroyed. Seemed like a good plan, destroy a ramp on each level so they only have one way to come up.
He went back to the undestroyed ramp and moved up. One down, four to go.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Aug 30, 2010 22:52:30 GMT -5
Pulling on the corner of her mouth with a measure of unsurity, 'There'll be a lot of killing in here...' looking at the two unconcious guards, 'I hope I didn't make the wrong choice in letting Ty go. I need someone who's more than just a concussion specialist,' the slight over confidence seemed to crack along with Matthew's knuckles.
'This is it,' drawing her Browning, keeping it trained on the crack in the door as she opened it. It was a straight shot down a wide corridor, several double doors along the right hand side wall, 'Judging by the look of things that must be one of the pavilions,' there was movement at the end of the corridor, crouching and closing the door slightly; it looked like two team captains exchanging information, briefly at that, 'Files change hands, no need to speak,' and they went their own ways. The man Aya was interested in entered one set of double doors.
Pushing through the doorway, Aya stuck to the corner looking up, "Surveillance," pointing to the black box above, 'Maybe a minute before they investigate a malfunction? We'll be gone by then,' the intruder pushed her back hard into the corner and began spider walking upwards, holding all of her weight on her feet once reaching the top, 'Definitely not a permanent installation,' the unit itself was unmarked, just like everything else. Her fingers found cabling in the back and tugged gently, 'Just a little breakage, and-' a tiny, red LED started to blink to note it needed maintenance and Aya dropped to the floor, "Okay," signalling to move, "Keep this as unexpected for as long as possible,"
Approaching the first set of big double doors; Aya's hand cautiously reaching out to grab the handle. It burst open outwards suddenly, the girl huddling behind its cover as two extremists exited the pavilion and started towards the other end of the corridor. Aya spent a moment regaining her composure after her skeleton had jumped out of her skin, the door slowly closing on its piston.
Aya grabbed it before it slid shut, still keeping a vigilant eye on the two soldiers until they left her view. The pavilion on the other side of the door was surprisingly dark; there was one tiny elevated area, Aya wouldn't even have called it a stage, it was maybe only a foot high and completely drenched in light, 'Headquarters?' she moved inside, beckoning Matthew to follow. The only habited area was the spot with light; one man oversaw the operation of a number of terminals, several subordinates spoke minutes of information to him.
Everything in the dark had this faint blue glow about it; once taking in the big picture it was clear huge metal boxes sat all over the place, cords moving between them and one massive cable leading out of the room and into another pavilion, 'What the hell is all of this?' Aya moved further in, giving Matthew space so the door could close. Her elbow hit a ladder leading up into a technitians box, a brief tap to Matt's shoulder so he saw it.
Silently climbing the ladder; the box gave a view of all the equipment setup. The voices at the centre of the room echoed well, "Any update on those fluctuations - take it up another 10% - looks like it would sustain critical for an hour," all tech talk. Then the door at the far end opened and a man walked in with two guards at his tail, "Ah, Mr. Muller. right on time..."
Aya looked down the scope of her rifle at the face stepping into the light, there was no mistaking the mugshot of Kristian. Aya suddenly became red with anger, "When will preperations be complete? I need to be out of range when the WMD is set off,"
A steely shiver rippled down Aya's spine, 'Warhead? How did they get something like that into Vegas? Or how the hell are they storing it here?"
"It will be ready in less than an hour. We can handle the rest from here sir. If we work dilligently enough and without interruption the deadline can be even earlier than that," the overseer replied.
"Very well," Kristian seemed satisfied, "Let the other depots in the centre know to start linking up. I'm heading to my jet now. Don't worry about the PMC's after ingnition, there isn't anything they can stop once it's started," and with that he left the room.
Running her hands through her hair; that wasn't a face Aya wanted to see, nor one in a situation like this, "We have to find the warhead and disarm it before they finish doing whatever they're doing..." she spoke low to Matthew, "We've got maybe less than half an hour. Let's find out which pavilion it's in,"
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Post by .Merios on Aug 31, 2010 14:12:01 GMT -5
Matthew kept quiet, moving to press up against the wall next to the door as she cracked it open and stepped inside. Within seconds she crouched down and backed up, peering through the crack, interested in something inside. Matthew leaned his head out and looked, seeing two men exchanging vanilla file folders and parting ways. One of the men headed towards the two, not noticing the door cracked at the end, and he entered the double-doors. She moved in - he quickly moved up beside her and caught the door as it closed.
"Surveillance."
He held still, staying in the doorway and holding the door open as she kicked off of one wall and spider-walked up it, shimmying up the wall next to the camera. He focused his attention on the hallway and less on what his companion was doing. She hit the ground next to him, signaling him to keep down and stay in the shadows. She moved onward and and reached to grab the handle right as the doors burst open. Matthew quickly moved backwards behind the same door he was holding open, moving around the door and moving against the wall outside. Once the footsteps faded, he spun in the doorway and moved to Aya as she moved. He pushed through the double-doors and dropped down low.
The area in front of him seemed to be a large room with computer monitors surrounding one man near a lit section of the pavilion. It was dark, but there was a hue of blue breaking the darkness, giving the whole room an eerie feel. He took in his surroundings, finally seeing the large metal containers with cords streaming about with one large shielded cable running out of the room on one of the walls. He moved a step after she moved, his left hand moving back, catching the door and shutting it silently. He started to move but stopped once he felt the tap on his shoulder- he turned his head, looking up at the ladder as Aya slid in front of him, climbing up it. He stayed on the ground, moving behind the ladder and ducking down behind a metal container, moving up against the back side and listening, not moving.
A Warhead?
He silently cursed- he knew these people were cruel, but using a WMD on American soil? He stayed in his position, unmoving as a new member joined the party, stepping in- apparantly a man named Muller.. He shifted position, moving a bit towards the edge of the metal container and listening closer. They're leaving? A detonating a warhead? Thoughts ran through his head- Vegas would be nothing more than a smear on the Earth after something like that. They had to move- and fast. By the urgency of the men, they didn't have a lot of time. Aya's voice floated into his head from his ear wig, her low tone easily being picked up over the tech.
"We have to find the warhead and disarm it before they finish doing whatever they're doing..."He moved his left hand to his ear, moving his finger to cover the ear canal, silencing the outside noise as she continued, ""We've got maybe less than half an hour. Let's find out which pavilion it's in."
He nodded, peeking out around the corner to see what they were dealing with. One man at the computers, two others speaking to him. Unfortunately, they were all facing Aya and Matthew but, fortunately, they haven't spotted them yet.
"This is just the server room... Sabotaging temperature controls might slow them down, but we'll need to find a way to spread their numbers thin."
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Post by Mikey on Sept 1, 2010 11:29:06 GMT -5
The report of the energy weapon in Tyson’s hands sounded once more, flipping a man through the air as he tried to run away. After the initial firefight, the extremists fell back. They knew they were dealing with their secret weapon turned against them, and they knew just how f**ked they were. Only thing to do was wait for backup, one of their own heavies to get out here and deal with it.
Meanwhile, Tyson was finished with the third floor, on his way up the ramp to the forth. He rounded the corner at the top of the ramp, aimed the weapon at a pair who were crouched behind the concrete, discussing a plan. Tyson fired a shot at them, picturing bones breaking and organs turning to mush inside their bodies. Making a beeline for the center pillar, he stopped when he heard the heavy steps that didn’t belong to him. He spun, in time to watch the armored heavy fire off his weapon. On instinct, he leaned into the blow instead of trying to get out of the way, the invincible mind set in place.
As they had already seen, the blast did little to Tyson. His center of gravity forward, he didn’t stumble, but he was slid back a few inches. He could almost see the look of confusion the man had, not sure what emotion played out when he saw Tyson raise his own weapon. Lining it up, he let his left hand drop from the grip and fired the shot one handed, the other hand fishing for a grenade at his stomach. Not expecting the blast, the man was thrown off balance but was already starting to regain it. With a quick underhanded throw, Tyson threw the grenade after his thumb slipped the pin off. It exploded at the feet of the man, fire engulfing him and shrapnel being absorbed by the suit. The confusion, the fire’s heat, the impact he probably felt on the armored plating of the suit, it cause the heavy to seek a better position.
Tyson didn’t know if he had meant to get behind the pillar for cover, use it to plant his back against to keep from being knocked around by the weapon identical to his, or if it just happened to be a landmark he passed as he made himself somewhere else. Tyson took the opportunity all the same. The blast of his futuristic weapon went down range, hit the pillar, collapsing a section of the roof onto the man.
Using this opportunity, Tyson quickly fished out the charge and smacked it onto the pillar. Walking to the collapsed area to use as an impromptu ramp up, he stopped by to look down at the man. His shoulders and head were sticking out, a leg bent out to an unnatural angle was out at the side. Tyson could tell by the space between the floor and the rubble, the heavy had been crushed a good bit. The armor collapsed under the very superior weight and force. He reached down, touching the helmet with his hand. It opened up, the CPU crushed and not holding the person inside prisoner anymore.
Tyson saw the face of a young man, late twenties. He couldn’t help but wonder, did Collateral put POW’s in these things? Or just their own men? He wasn’t quite sorry for either case, glad he got the chance to smash this f**ker into jelly if it was the latter. It had to be done, kill or be killed rules applied. But the thought that this kid may have been a hostage acting against his will… It turned his stomach.
And it cemented the desire to blow this place to hell and take everyone down with it.
By now, everyone was scattering, trying their best to get away from the giant who had killed thirty or forty of them, one of their ‘tank’ soldiers, and blocked the way for armor to come for backup. Tyson had blown down both ramps on the first level with the gun, deciding he didn’t want an APC sneaking up on him after all. He took a few shots when a target presented itself, didn’t go out of his way for it. He finished planting the charges, dealing with a bunch of ballsy pricks on the top level that decided to try a shock and awe ambush. It didn’t end well for them. Taking the stairwell down, he hopped the barrier of a back wall to stay away from obvious APC ambush spots, and started toward the center.
He pulled out the detonator and took one last look at the structure, still seeing the shapes of people running around, probably trying to escape now. They’d go for the ramps first, not even think about the stairs or the elevator. Didn’t matter when he pushed the button, the beep leading the way for the massive boom that filled his ears. He let it pass before he keyed his radio.
“Target down, coming in.” He said quietly, eyeing the bodies as he passed them. He’d been actively looking for a body dump, only ready they had caught his eye. No bullet holes or shell casings anywhere, looked like they got in and kept stealth. He didn’t want a radio call to f**k that up.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Sept 1, 2010 12:42:06 GMT -5
"Hold that thought a second," Aya held her index out to pause the conversation while leaning out the box. She had felt a slight grumble only moments before, waiting patiently. A massive BOOM shook the walls around them, vibrations from the explosion passing through ever solid object. The light over the centre area flickered and swayed, "Right," Aya pulled herself out and slipped down the rungs, "The PMC's'll take that as a sign to push all they have on the Sands. It won't get any thinner than that. Whatever is left probably won't budge from their spot," leaving out bits, figuring Matthew would connect the noise to Tyson's handiwork.
Curses resounded from the technitians in the room, startled on the second explosion being closer than the last, that several pieces of equipment had been knocked out, "See what you can do to stunt whatever they're doing here. Buy me some time to find the WMD. Just don't neutralize anyone," emphasizing on that last sentence, "The later they realize they're being hit from inside the better for both of us," she said while leaning out from behind the server they used for cover, "I guess following the big, glowing tube would be the best lead," following its trail out the door at the far end, quickly looking back to the smile scarred enigma, "Let Ty know where you are and RG with him. I feel we'll all need someones back when things go noisy,"
'It only gets deeper from here on in,' she thought as she skipped away from her spot and bounced between shadows. Aya wasn't terribly happy to find Kristian as a recurring character, the same man that pushed her out of her own office window several floors above ground back in Baghdad. Just locked in the very scope of her rifle. The girl could count the amount of times she hadn't pulled the trigger on one hand; it was a privelage for the traitor to be among those digits.
Finishing her circle to the other side of the room; a big hole had been cut out of the opposite wall to feed the tube through, 'Christ. Is that information?' she looked to the glowing stream, 'Maybe electricity?' it was bizarre looking, just like everything else they had come across today; the urge to sever an organ twitched ever more in her. She opened the door as gently as possible, intercepter blade baring its teeth, slipping through.
Aya entered a velvet hallway, like a cinema only slightly more professional in appearance. It branched off in three different directions, and to the annoyance of her yellow hues, so did the tube, 'Lecture, AnimeCon, Aviation Show,' the names of each convention echoed in her mind as she read them from left to right off the wall directions, shaking her head, 'Straight line,' gunning for the Las Vegas Anime Convention.
The velvet hallway opened more too a show floor, market stalls stood up selling all sorts of merchandise; it had seemed to have been abandoned quickly. Aya dived behind a stall setup as a group of soldiers erupted from the Anime pavilion almost racing each other in the direction she was heading; muffled putters scattered the air from firearm reports, the odd grenade; they were backing up the action, "Seems like end game has begun," she mused while peeking between a stack of Gundam and Eureka boxsets.
They had left the doors leading into the Anime pavilion wide open for Aya to see inside; the glowing tube trailed in. She crawled out from under the table caustiously approaching, grounded in her knife fighting stance and daring anything to jump out at her.
But the place was empty, a massive stage one end and enough room to fit an army; nothing was occupied. The tube ended at the centre of the giant pavilion running into the ground with no evidence as to where else it lead, "Huh," Aya relaxed, raising her composure and looking at the sight a little perplexed, "There has to be something under here..." she moved to where the tube ended in the well lit room.
Then there was an applaud; a single clap hidden behind the curtain of the stage. It felt more like a taunted jest than true encor; it put Aya on edge more than the fact someone else was in the room with her.
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Post by .Merios on Sept 2, 2010 2:47:06 GMT -5
With a rumble, he felt a tremor as it rocked through him and momentarily dropped him to a knee as the explosion shook the compound. He heard voices echoing around the room coupled with hurried footsteps as people started filing out. He listened behind him as Aya slid down the ladder, picking up the subtle taps and silent thuds as her lithe frame padded against the ground.
"The PMC's'll take that as a sign to push all they have on the Sands. It won't get any thinner than that. Whatever is left probably won't budge from their spot,"
He listened as she made sure he kept quiet and ordered him to rendezvous with Tyson later on down the road. He gave a silent nod when she looked back to him. He watched her for a second or two as she moved out of the room, flitting between the shadows and out one of the rooms. He leaned out of the metal box and noticed only one person sitting at the desk, frantically searching for some sort of document and moving desk objects about. Matthew stood up and slowly made his way around the other side of the desk, sticking to the shadows and keeping low. He moved up behind the scientist and, just as the man turned around, Matthew sent a fist into his face. The man spun in his seat and collapsed to the ground, smacking his head off of the edge of the desk before becoming still.
He nudged the body aside with a foot and sat down on the chair. He spun towards the computer monitor and the keyboard and grasped it and the mouse, browsing the files on the desktop and bringing up Temperature monitoring. With a few clicks, he disabled the air conditioning and coolant units for the internal servers which, if they continue running, will burn themselves out within minutes. With a few more gestures with the mouse and a few keys, he turned on the alarms- activating every single one in the building; motion sensor, heat sensor, laser-guarded, pressure sensitive. Before logging out, he bent down to the tower and ripped the casing off, reaching in and retrieving the hard drive, tearing it from it's housing and removing the cables once it was free.
He stood, glancing at the computer screen that was now frozen and glitched. He shrugged it off and slid the hard drive into a pouch on his chest and bent down, searching the scientist. He found what looked like a baton. He pulled it open and flicked it out to it's full length- 16 inches and steel. He smirked, pressing it against the body to slide it back into it's housing as he stood, the alarms blaring and red lights illuminating the darkness. He moved to the exit, following the tube and tracing Aya's steps out of the room.
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