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Post by Mikey on Jan 18, 2011 5:34:41 GMT -5
Tyson was hungry. He’d had something on the plane, had something before takeoff. But it was a good seven or so hours now since he’d had something to eat. So naturally, he looked in the kitchen area of the room for something to eat. The cabinets were stocked with snacks and whatnot. The fridge, drinks. Nothing that could be used to make a real meal, but he didn’t really care at the moment. Taking a bottle of water and a bottle of apple juice from the fridge, a few small bags of potato chips from the cabinet, he set up at the table and got to work.
By the time Aya came out and laid out the plan, he was done with the makeshift meal.
“Well damn. Nothing ruins a honeymoon like lost luggage…” He said, his back turned to her when he said it as he swept everything to a trash can. He could only hope she wouldn’t attack one of her friends from behind. He knew she was getting tired of it, but he was just getting started. She’d never hear the end of that.
“Ya, I’ll take him to find it. Matt, pick up the other one.” He yelled, hearing the thump a bit ago. He had wondered what it had been, but he was pretty sure he knew now.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 18, 2011 7:17:05 GMT -5
Half heartily waving without looking as she went for the exit; a selfish sense of pleasure emerging from the thought that she wouldn't need to put up with Tyson's put downs for a couple of hours was a relieving one. Aya picked up one of the three key cards on the entrance table before stepping out of the penthouse, moving for the elevators.
Alone in the room of mirrors, resting her head against the wall, all of her copies repeating the action. Aya had become oblivious of having some time for herself; she thought she might be able to treat the visit to the Citadel as a short vacation, 'Poor chance there. When was the first time you treated anything like a vacation,' she asked, looking at her self in the distance of the repeating mirrors.
As the doors opened and Aya passed another couple entering the elevator she snatched a baseball cap hanging from one of their bags, fitting it on seconds before crossing through the lobby. A cool pleasant breeze had picked up off the Nile, a rosy smell carried with it like passing through a room of flower petals.
Bouncing down steps two at a time, meeting a taxi at the public transport zone, ["Cairo Citadel,"] she asked the driver while opening the passenger door and hopping in, the taxi merging into moving traffic and vanishing around the next corner.
[Aya leaves the area.]
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Post by .Merios on Jan 18, 2011 11:55:55 GMT -5
Matthew already set out haphazardly throwing all the briefcase's contents back into the container and shutting it tight. By the time they had finished talking, Tyson mentioned that he should gather back up the briefcase. Matthew shrugged, lifting it and heading out of the room. His eyes watched Aya as she stepped out of the room, admiring her feminism. He shook it off and glanced back to Tyson, sighing and tossing the briefcase on the table for a moment. He released the handle and fished around in his right pocket for a moment, pulling out his hand and grasping a ticket for the luggage. It was sweaty, but it was definitely the wrong bag.
"Quick jaunt to the airport, then head to the markets? Yeah. Sounds like a plan."
He walked past Tyson, giving him a slap on the shoulder. His fingers snatched up the card on the table on the way out, opening the door and leaving it ajar. He stepped a few inches out into the hallway and immediately looked to the elevator, surrounded by a hall of mirrors. Great. Like he needed another look at his ugly mug. He gave a short whistle and hastily made a trip of the hallway, slinking into the elevator as the doors swung open. His right hand shot out to hold open the door for his beastly buddy.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 18, 2011 12:57:42 GMT -5
Tyson let out a smirk, watching Aya sulk off. He considered letting up on the jokes, but it was just too good to let go. She was going to hear about it for the rest of his natural born life. He had a feeling he’d go before she did, so he had to get them in while he could.
He watched Matt come back into the main room with the suitcase, fishing the ticket out of his pocket and exit the room. Tyson brushed his hands of crumbs and followed, slipping into the waiting elevator and watching the doors close. He looked down to the suitcase and then to Matt.
“I’m guessing we’re looking for one that looks identical to that one?” He asked. He hoped so. It said a lot about Matt if the one he was missing looked nothing like the one in his hand…
They got to the lobby and stopped a passing bellboy.
[“Excuse me, where is the nearest subway stop?”] He asked in Arabic.
[“Just outside to the left, you can’t miss it.”] He responded.
[“Thank you very much.”] He responded. The bellboy walked away, and he looked at Matt. “Hope you don’t mind the train.” He said, walking toward the door. They got to the subway platform, and after a few moments of looking at the schedule, they got on the proper train.
[Matt and Tyson are now in the Airport.]
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Post by .Merios on Feb 24, 2011 3:19:51 GMT -5
The Hilton was in sight. Finally. His feet carried him a few more feet before he stopped at the edge of an adjacent building, behind the structure of the actual Ramses. He bent down and put his hands on his knees, taking in a few breaths. Thirsty. Itchy. He scratched his back a bit and let out a coo as his left hand wandered to his side to withdraw his walkie-talkie and he depressed the button.
"I'm here. Looks like... There's a back entrance. Fences on either side though with a loading bay for trucks. Looks like that's your entrance. 'Block and a half to your right is the alleyway that leads back there."
He slipped the walkie talkie back onto his belt and reached behind him to withdraw a small flask he had been keeping in his back pocket, unscrewing the metal cap and bringing it to his lips. The cool water sloshed into his mouth like a river of-.
BANG.[/b]
The crack of a rifle report echoed throughout the block, bouncing off of buildings and echoing around corners. Before he could react, he could feel water dripping down along his right hand and dripping off of his elbow. He was getting slow. Dropping the flask, he turned to his right and his hand instinctively went to his Mateba.
CRACK.[/b]
He could feel the sting of hot lead explode out the back of his right hand, sending a few splinters of gore onto his pants, shirt and the ground behind him. He let out a yelp and grasped his hand. His eyes focused in on the distance, seeing the glint of a scope one rooftop away.
"Son of a-"
BOOM.[/b]
His right shoulder snapped backwards as he was spun around onto his knees, his hands hitting the pavement outstretched as he winced, staring at the puddle of crimson beginning to form on the concrete a few inches below him. Still had full movement of his right hand, his shoulder was still able to be moved. Strategic wounds. Just enough to stun him. It couldn't be- no one was that good of a shot.. Except..
KERBLAM.[/b]
Another large bore round smacked on the concrete an inch away from his nose, splashing a bit of his own blood and dirt onto his face as it harmlessly bounced away- the shot came from between his legs. His damn legs. He sighed, hearing a laugh echo it's way to his ears as footsteps were heard padding up to him. Still recovering from the recent trauma, he could feel a presence approaching. Feeling helpless, Matthew slowly reached for his Mateba on his right hip with his damaged right hand. Before he could react, he felt a weight on his back as he was forced to the ground face-first into his own pool of liquid, a giggle erupted from above his head.
Cold steel bounced on the ground next to him and his eyes focused on the large barrel horizontal to his body on his left, tracing the gun completely- a Light Fifty. No wonder his hand felt like it had gone through a meat grinder.
"This is fun!"
He felt a sharp pain in his lower back, a familiar sensation- a knife plunging into his hardened skin.
"What.. The.."
Another sensation on his lower left side, another blade being shunted into his body.
"Nuh uh, that's no way to speak to a lady."She cooed, oozing sexuality.
With a sigh he gave up, feeling her rub a bit back and forth, letting out a moaning sound. Seriously? This was happening? He rolled over, seeing a woman in her early thirties now straddling his chest, wearing a tight black leather corset with a blue sweater resting over her shoulders with a short black skirt now spread out over his neck and chest, showing him full view of her undergarments. His eyes wandered up past her chest and to her face, his eyes widening.
"You..." Matthew whispered in disbelief.
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"I'm always the bait.. Aren't I? Ugh."
A well dressed bloke in a tight black tailored suit was bustling around the loading dock, a large briefcase in his right hand attached to his wrist with a thick metal cord. In his left hand was a pocket watch which was daintly attached to the chap's waist via his left front pocket. Tick tock. Constantly checking his watch as he bounced back and forth, pacing in front of the metal outcropping. His eyes wandered about nervously, as if checking if something was placed correctly. This had to work. It just has to.
Footsteps approached his right side, another man appeared in the shadows- his face completely cloaked by the darkness but a hint of a gleam shining off his glasses, giving a sinister first look at the mysterious villain.
"Ace spotted them. Be ready, Chip. I want him alive."
The bloke scrunched his face,"It's Dice. D-i-c-e."
The word "whatever" faded into the blackness as the well-dressed man nodded, the other silhouette vanished back into the darkness. Without a second thought, the time-pressed gentlemen unhooked the cord from his wrist and stuck the pocket watch back into his pocket, moving over to an unloaded truck in the corner and pulling up his pant legs slightly as he knelt down, checking something underneath. With a nod, he stood back up. Footsteps.
"Mmmmm....Expected guests.."
Within a moment, he reached behind his back and withdrew a pistol, an elongated barrel attachment glinted in the dropping sun as he slowly backed away into the enroaching shadows beginning to cloak the loading bay. Perfect.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 24, 2011 4:19:23 GMT -5
Aya hopped up into the dock while speaking to Tyson, "The service elevator'll work. We can let Matthew catch up," somebody had started shooting in the streets, as much as she were worried the only reason they probably hadn't all met up was due to Matt deliberating a strategy to avoid said gunman. It was large caliber too, had that distant sonic crack that clicked in the air. Maybe the police had started to get a little proactive; or maybe that had discovered the biohazard that loomed again.
She hadn't been paying attention. A feeling of pressure against her leg lasted for half a second before giving way, off to one side of the dock and 'ping' resounded; like a pin dropping.
"Like a pin dropping... Ty!-" the bronze haired girl pushed back on her heals crashing her shoulders into Tyson and forcing the behemoth off the loading dock. At the same time an explosion rocked a stack of boxes fluffing out shredded cans and pillows, the force picking Aya up off her feet to crash land into the side of the unloaded box truck.
A formidable dent had been left over, Aya grunted as she stood up, "Fricken... hell..." the sound of an arrogant laugh bounced off the concrete as footsteps rattled off in an unknown direction, "Ty. Get Nancy outta here. Get to the elevator," the girl drawled while holding her jaw, the subtle feeling of a fracture causing it to ache.
Having fell back down from the dock, Aya had a nice spot beside the cargo truck. From where she were she had a nice view underneath the vehicle and spotted a charming pair of sleek, black Emporio Armani lace ups; so damn clean that you could be mistaken for looking into liquid oblivion.
It made focusing on the olive green orb that was rolled under the truck to her a little slow. Once the realization clicked all that went through Aya's head were "Return to sender."
Rolling it back under the truck haphazardly before hopping back up onto the dock, the grenade exploded launching the vehicle a brief distance to the ceiling. The roof of the cargo box and cab crushed slightly from the force, buckling like aluminium, and the wheels snapped off their axles rendering it utterly inoperable.
"Tch. The shoes are new-"
Calling him well dressed would be an insult; a man of fashion stood amongst the rubble of the tripwire bomb rolling up his white, dress shirt sleeves; a dark coat hung from his left arm. He frowned at the marks of dust covering the pair of Armani.
"Case you were wondering... One moment."
The fashionista went to rest his coat far - far - away from anywhere near the area of battle; propping it in the orders office and stretching his suspenders while returning to Aya's attention, popping the locks on his briefcase and opening the lid.
"The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light-"
Aya was so taken by the theatrics and charisma that she could only watch in bewilderment. The man seemed to be enjoying himself, keen to finish his quote yet pausing for suspense.
"And there was LIGHT."
The flashbang had emerged from nowhere. One moment his hand was hidden in the briefcase and the next it was held out, flinging a dark cylinder in her direction. A certain flair to how he had thrown the grenade was evident; although it only lasted as long as it took for the grenade to blast Aya's vision in over exposure.
He'd been kind enough to let Aya's vision return rather than exploiting the situation. Flicking a lock of chocolate brown hair from her face, "Been a while since I've dealt with a complete weirdo," she mused, drawing her Browning.
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Post by .Merios on Feb 24, 2011 14:30:06 GMT -5
The woman crossed her arms and stopped squirming, letting out a sarcastic 'hmph'.
"Of course it's me. Who else would it be?"
She leaned down forward, her right hand caressing down Matthew's left oblique slowly until it met up with the circular end of the throwing knife that was jutting out of his side. She slipped her finger into the whole and slid it out slowly, a look in her eyes showed she was savoring the wet slap of blood as it slid out and into her palm. She moved her face a few inches from his, smiling with her ruby red lips, he could feel her hot breath on his own.
"Wha..What do you want?"
At the moment, he could probably overpower her and run, but this was too good of an opportunity to get some answers. He winced as he felt her tongue on his cheek and tilted his head to the side to escape it, hearing a giggle as she straightened back up.
"I've here to... Deliver you, of course."
Matthew took an opportunity and brought his right hand up to throw her off but was met with swift denial as the blade in her right hand immediately stuck into his palm and further into the concrete, pinning his arm to the pavement. The pain was bearable, but combined with the wound from earlier it was starting to get annoying.
"To.. Whom?"
She stood up, straightening her skirt as she took a step to the side, kneeling down next to Matthew's head. She bit her lip as she ran the back of her right hand across his scars then finally playing with his right ear for a second before he shook her off.
"I always admired what he did, but.. "She sighed, reaching behind her back to withdraw another throwing knife. Where the hell was she keeping those?
"I'm sure you know what you're dealing with."
He got a boost of confidence which lead to him pulling his hand up with the dagger and letting it drop to the pavement. He lifted himself to his feet- his female combatant didn't move to stop him. He finally turned to face her, bringing his left hand down and yanking out the remaining knife and dropping it to the ground behind him.
"Ace."He said, taking a step towards her.
Her lips curled into a smile as she stood her ground, staring into Matthew's own green pools as he approached, standing within a foot of her, tensing his muscles.
"It's a shame your potential was wasted.. You could have been.."Her eyes drifted along his torso and rested on his crotch for a moment before they wandered back up to his face, "My partner."
Matthew curled his right fist into a ball as she spoke, hatred starting to boil up in his veins. She moved her right hand to his face and wagged a finger.
"Nah... You can't hit a woman. You have... Morals."
She spun in place and brought her left hand around in a back hand, smacking into the side of Matthew's right face with force, making him recoil slightly backwards. He grunted, popping his neck and turning back to look at her. Ace was laughing. Laughing.
"How long has it been since you've seen me? Two, three years? I've changed, doll."
He took a few steps back, giving them some distance. He wasn't too great at submission fighting, let alone fighting with someone with that much acrobatic ability. His swords weren't on his back- rather, they were against the edge of the roof, propped up on the lip. They were a hindrance. As was this woman, Ace.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 25, 2011 2:07:19 GMT -5
The fight had lead into the lobby; the Demo Man seemed pretty convinced on taking Aya on a chase.
He had rolled a room service trolley towards the cover Aya took behind the reception desk, a wad of Semtex glued to the underside. The blast kicked her out of the cover and through the office door, several more metres down the hallway behind it, "Where the hell does he get all this ordnance?" she was certain he couldn't fit all that in a measly little briefcase.
Visual warnings set off when the light changed in the hallway, a door opening beside Aya where she lay on the ground. She rolled to her right as a massive blade crashed where her neck was originally positioned slicing through carpet and grinding cement beneath.
Pushing with her right foot, Aya span herself on the ground, almost break dancing to trip the Demo Man with her left leg. With him on the ground she lifted her right foot in preparation to crush his wind tunnel.
Instead she felt her Achilles tendon of her rear ankle split from colliding with the machete; he had brought it up fast enough to block her blow.
A cry of pain, with her free left leg Aya shunted the Demo Man away, back through the door he came from popping a few 9mm rounds at the same time. Another blinding flash marked his disappearance sending the bronze haired girl into a disoriented state once more, "Gaah!"
It was like Guerrilla tactics on a smaller scale; he played like a bastard, 'I need my equipment,' Aya stood up throwing all of her weight onto her left foot, limping into the recesses of the office block.
Small fields of cubicles filled the open space; pillars here and there supported the ceiling above. Remaining low, Aya roadie ran through the centre of the cubicles hoping to remain undetected. Reaching the opposite side of the room, she pushed into the chief of staff's office; cheap plastic blinds rattled over the small square window in the door as she closed it behind herself.
Only a moment after scrapes at the door could be heard, Aya slowly backed away while keeping her irons trained on the drawn blinds.
The scraping stopped, like the rat were aware she was waiting. A decent half minute passed where Aya remained motionless, not even blinking as a bead of blood rolled down her forehead, over her eye, and down her cheek. This was a battlefield scenario. Time ran on milliseconds.
She had expected the door to be breached, dust filling the room in a overcast cloud; Aya fired at the opening wildly. So much noise went on that the pale girl nearly missed the sound of glass shattering from behind. The Demo Man entering through the outside window, digging his knees into Aya's shoulder blades.
In whimsical defense Aya managed to turn, putting her hand up to block another swing of his machete. Instead the ring of a muzzle pushed into her palm, more wide in circumference than normal. As the MP5 discharged with only the sound of the action being audible it was clear the weapon were suppressed.
It didn't mean much towards the hole being generated in the palm of her right hand, flesh and cartilage spraying the floor with each full auto beat.
Aya could do little about it; he had her pinned down to the effect of all limbs being useless. The magazine had almost finished unloading its package through her palm. She tensed her stomach and pushed her entire torso up, lifting the Demo Man off the ground and launching him into the ceiling. The female commando war cried as the lead ceased to pepper he wounded hand, a relieving feeling of freedom.
His grip on the MP5 had lessened, dropping it to the floor for Aya to procure. With the loss of the FNP9 she aimed to use his own weapon against him, snapping the the reticule over his head and pulling the trigger.
Click.
He laughed, holding his fringe as he dived out the office window again, "Mother F*ck!" Aya grabbed her Browning, ejecting the mag for half a second to see there were only 4 rounds remaining, 'Not enough to hit this f*cking monkey,' slapping the narrow box back in and dropping the silver slide release, "C'mon hamster!"
It was enlightening. Aya never knew how aggravated she would easily become in a one on one fight. Mostly due to never meeting anyone who could last longer than ten seconds against her. She definitely didn't plan on mutating in Cairo; not on this vacation visit.
"The name is DICE, babe!"
Chest pumping from heightened cardio. It seemed as if Aya had hit a nerve by calling him the skittish rodent he acted like. Puffing out a heated breath to kick his fringe, flattening it to perfection across his face.
"DEE. EYE. SEE-"
"Tell someone who cares, monsieur Hamster!" it were an opportunity to engage that Aya wasn't prepared to allow pass, dropping onto her knee and blasting the rest of her ammo at him. She had her arm nearby in Weaver stance, ready to block the next flashbang he used to disappear.
Holstering her side arm, standing full and cradling her hand, "Right. Penthouse." looking around the cubicles for the snake eyes before jetting at her inhuman speed, utilizing the walls for support as she turned corners, a flutter of paper shotgunning out from the reception desk doorway as she exited into the lobby.
Stairs or Elevator.
'Either could be rigged. He has less room to maneuver in the shafts, though,' Aya hit each call button, entering the first elevator doors to open stabbing the key for the penthouse suites.
She noticed her face in the mirrored walls; the close call from the Semtex and peeled skin and flesh from her face which had already begun to stitch itself back together. Dust and dirt covered her skin and stained her clothes. If it weren't for the civilian fatigues she could have sworn she'd just stepped out of a proper war zone, an Umbrella patch on her shoulder.
Dice had called the soldier out in her. His own mistake.
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Post by .Merios on Feb 25, 2011 2:44:20 GMT -5
She wasn't a good fight up close, but he knew he was already wounded. The shoulder- the hand. The adrenaline had began to run off and he noticed she moved down to pick up her sniper rifle. Using a bit of momentum, he stepped forward and charged her with a knee to the back. Within seconds she spun around with the rifle and butted him in the right side of his jawbone perfectly, sending a shock wave throughout his beaten body which sent him to the floor. She laughed as she backed up, resting the rifle over her shoulder.
The world was a haze.
"I could end you right now, pretty boy. But I want this to be fun. Flee. As fast as you can."
Matthew turned his head to the side, his double vision slowly coalescing into single as she heaved the massive rifle down and pointed the barrel at his face. He took the hint. Cradling his right hand, he pushed himself to his knees with his left and drug himself to his feet, glancing at her and summoning up some strength left and sprinting towards the opposite edge of the building.
10 meters.
He dug his feet into the ground and pushed away with the end of his run, leaping across to the other building and landing barely on the edge, dropping into a rough roll on the pavement before stumbling back to his feet into a jog, zig zagging as the crack of a sniper rifle echoed to his ears, the ground adjacent to his right foot exploding in a shower of debris. He darted to the left and then to the right again, seeing a large row of four air conditioners.
He moved into a dive and launched himself over one and hit the ground with a thud, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He scrambled backwards and pressed his back up against it, taking a breather as he surveyed his right hand.
"Don't try to outrun a sniper, lover."A voice cooed out of his walkie-talkie. She must have found his channel.
The unit he was resting against took a direct hit, sending him sprawling forward as the guts of the machine littered his body. The ear-splitting sound of the massive round colliding with the metal made his ears ring, the whole world slowing around him. The sound of his heartbeat being the only sound thumping in his ears as he slowly pushed himself up and ran to the next air conditioner then moved into a roll to the next one, hitting the ground hard on his bad shoulder as the previous air unit exploded outward as if hit by artillery.
God damnit. I need better cover!
Shaking his head as reality returned, he noticed there was an outcropping of a wall that lead into a staircase on the next building over, more than enough cover to take a breather. He counted a few seconds- nothing. He tensed up, expecting the unit he was resting on to shatter. Still nothing.
Must be reloading.
He began to move and stand when he felt a burning sensation on his left ear- the wind around the large round split a slice clean into his cartilage as it tore past, the sonic boom finally reaching him as the crack made it's way to his position. It was now or never. Kicking off the ground, he zigged.
BANG.[/b]
He zagged.
BOOM.[/b]
Making his way to the edge of the building, he leapt off with all his strength, finally noticing mid-air that he wasn't going to make it. Fear lept up in his throat as he let out a yell and brought his arms out in front of his face and closed his eyes. He didn't feel brick. Instead, glass shattered around his scrunched body as he crashed through a top-story window, hitting the wooden floor with a thud and rolling a few feet to hit the bottom of a fridge, toppling it over. He rolled to the side almost instinctively as it collapsed, spilling it's contents all over the kitchen floor.
CRACK.[/b]
The round pinged off the kitchen sink a few inches from his head and slammed into the vinyl near the living room, boring a large exit wound into the floor below. Matthew quickly stood up, feeling blood and other bodily fluids begin to leak from his head- dizzy wasn't the word to explain how he felt.
"You'll only die tired, honey."
He cursed, taking a hard turn onto the carpet of the living room he noticed a man and a woman huddled into the corner near the television, cowering in fear. No time to stop and console.
KERBLAM.[/b]
Before his eyes could leave the young couple, the man's head upper chest violently exploded into a fountain of gore, separating his neck and arms as the woman was thrown to the ground from the force of impact, her screaming and crying drown out by the ringing in his ears. With an angry grunt, Matthew tore off down the hallway to his right, making his way to the front door. This b*tch was insane. How could she know where he was?
"Pedestrian. -10 points. Hmph.. And I was going for the high score, too..."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 25, 2011 5:18:06 GMT -5
Echoes from her grunts bounced around in the elevator shaft. The box got stuck fast between floors after a pop took out the motor; Aya climbed out of the roof hatch into dim orange light, a green strobe light annoying her vision as she made out the square hole. Closer inspection indicated it were a brick of C4, remote detonator stabbed into it.
Shimmying up the elevator cables, climbing as quickly as her hands could take her. Aya felt fire at her heels when the plastic explosives detonated breathing a wave of heat up the elevator shaft; the air changed as the flame sucked up oxygen, scorching the cement and metal bars.
The cable went into a swing threatening to throw Aya off if she dared lessen the tension in her grip. More, smaller explosions rattled her vision as Dice destroyed each of the elevators breaks and emergency breaks. Metal creaked for second before the box gave way and flew downwards, air pushed out from underneath it caused Aya's pony tail to flap about.
She continued to climb, not waiting for less slack in the cable; Aya could easily assume what would happen once the box reached the bottom of the shaft.
Looking up, 'Five floors,' the sound of the screaming elevator grew distant, a fountain of sparks would be seen if Aya were to look down. There wasn't any time for that, 'Two... one-'
It felt like an earthquake; her time was up, that didn't stop her from checking out the floor of fire growing inside the shaft. The smell of napalm in the morning. An unforgettable, burning, pain inducing scent. As much as she wanted to curse her mouth failed to move from is gaping open state.
Aya started swinging furiously, momentum the key. Heat had risen so quickly in the shaft that she had started to sweat heavily, blinking away beads of perspiration gathering at her brow, dripping from her chin; her hair clung to her face. All of her effort went to getting her black flush with the wall opposite the door of the penthouse suit floor.
Her shoulders rolled against the concrete marking her moment, the napalm flame only floors away from her now, she pushed off with her backside facing her feet at the shaft exit. It would have certainly looked surreal to see her punch a hole through the twin iron doors.
No time were allowed for rest. The moment Aya's soles hit carpet she gunned down the hall, napalm flame still chasing after her as it was thrown out the hole she created. Coming to an intersection, her inertia sent her crash landing into the wall past the corner with stomach and hands bracing the impact; she dove down as the snaking flame wrapped up is light show, roaring out of existence with only smoke remaining in its place.
Cheating death looked like it were to become a common, maybe even popular thing for the girl; she pulled a string of chocolate hair away from her eyes to see the jet black pinstripes left over lining the walls all the way back to the elevator
Ding. Another of the personnel ascend machines doors scrolled open. Aya continued her plight to procure her gear from their room knowing only one person would be using elevators; the thud of a flashbang sealed her prediction.
Hinges snapped as the Penthouse 3606 door flipped and bounced to the other side of the lounge after being rammed open, "Tyson!" Aya marched to his room after she didn't spot him in the lounge or minibar area, stepping through the already open door, "Ty!?" nothing; neither he or Nancy were anywhere to be seen, "Where are you, man..." she worried something had happened to them. Where and when made finding them while Dice were on her tail a bit far above trivial. At the same time she had given Tyson her combat Compound to take up.
Eyes set on the attache case beneath her bed as she entered her room. Aya had forgotten her 416 wasn't assembled, "I guess I'll find out how chivalrous Dice can be," rolling in the numbers for the locks and popping them, pulling out individual parts for assembly while constantly keeping an eye toward her bedroom door.
It didn't really matter where she looked. It became evident Dice would just make his own hole anywhere he liked in order to engage. She kept her ears trained and eyes focused on the small pieces of the Heckler & Koch, fitting its barrel snug into the upper and lower receiver, attaching the stock and slapping a magazine into the mag well.
Aya racked the charging handle, one in the chamber, and strapped her Interceptor combat knife to her belt. She removed her yellow blouse; business were on now.
"Time to think like a demo woman," Aya stampeded through her wardrobe, bashing the wood and plaster, crashing into her en suite cracking bathroom tiles and rendering them to shards, finally crashing out into the Penthouse floor hallway.
Dice could be seen frozen in place having originally sneaking towards the entrance to the room. Progenitor rerouted nerves to Aya's index finger for the trigger pull, a controlled burst of 5.56 went down wind; the fashionista finished his approach into the doorway for cover. One of the rounds caught him in the side, Aya didn't spot any blood or residue, "Body armor," she noted. Not something she had expected from someone who looked like he would appreciate a fine wine or glass of brandy. She couldn't imagine the flak jacket without hand stitched embroidery on it.
"Looks like you found yourself a little firepower."
The demolition odd ball called his reaction to her 416.
"Allow me to uneven the odds again!"
Striking a ridiculous pose as he skid back out of the Penthouse room, the grey tube of the grenade pistol well visible against his bleached white formal shirt.
"What!?" Aya shrieked her absolute bewilderment. She couldn't believe how bullsh*t efficient this bastard were with fitting stuff in his briefcase.
A 40mm hardball ejected from the tube, narrowly passing her ear with a whistle exploding at the far end of the hall behind her. Dice cackled in his superiority complex, dropping a smoke grenade to mask his movement. So much of Aya want to throttle Dice's neck on the nyah-nyah vibe he gave off.
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Post by .Merios on Feb 27, 2011 1:36:43 GMT -5
Matthew barreled through the front door of the apartment, the wood splintered as the door exploded outward, smacking against the wall adjacent. He skidded to the right as a .50 round dug into the wall through the open door, nearly where he was standing. His hands went to his ears as he scrambled back to run to the left down the carpeted hallway. Whenever the ringing finally escaped his hearing, he stopped for a moment at the end of the forked hallway, leaning against the window in the center, taking a breather- there was no way she could know where he was. He spun around and rested his back against the window, sliding down to the ground and bringing his right knee up, resting his wounded right arm and on it, his right hand starting to stitch itself back together- two strings of flesh were stretched across the hole with a scab beginning to form around the edges.
"Come out, come out wherever you are..."The sing-song voice of Ace whispered through his radio transceiver, her voice labored as if on the move. He didn't have long before she could in-point his location.
Matthew quickly stood up, moving to the side so he wasn't in the window anymore and weighed his options- to the right was a long hallway ending in a staircase to the third floor. To the left was another hallway with apartment doors on either side, rounding around to the to probably lead to another door-filled hallway which would eventually hit a dead end. Plenty of places to hide, but he didn't have the time to stay in a fox hole.
BANG.[/b]
A large bore round whizzed past his head, the wind cutting his left cheek as it made him recoil to the side, the bullet smashing into the floor about a foot from where he was resting, sending debris showering him. She found out where he was. How? No time to ask questions. He had to fight back- eventually. But she had a rifle and all he had is a revolver... Matthew shook his head quickly and rolled underneath the window and roadie-ran down the hallway to the right, another round exploding through the wall and shattering the wall to his right, his ears ringing once more from the sonic boom. Glad they were new implants.
Reaching the elevator, he looked to the left to the door labeled "Stairs". He quickly swung open that door and ducked inside, shutting the door behind him. Good. Solid brick completely surrounding him- there was no way she could see inside.
"Oh, come on.. You're not making this any fun..."
He grunted and slid down the staircase's railing, hitting the platform between the two floors and bending over the railing, looking down the gap in the center. It lead all the way to the ground floor. Good. He needed to find a way to fight back, and hitting the ground level would be the first good opportunity to find what he needed. Knowing he had to be fast, Matthew slid his legs over the railing and vaulted himself off, wincing as he fell a story and hit the concrete ground in a roll, noticing the velocity of which he fell made a crack in the foundation.
"Fine.. I'll just focus on your friends, then... "
Sh*t. Aya couldn't take on two at once, and he didn't know where Tyson and Nancy were. For all he knew they could already be crimson smears on the sidewalk. Matthew had to think fast. His right hand moved to his side and he counted to three, pushing the door open with his left hand and withdrawing his Mateba as he sprinted into the lobby of the apartment, clearing the 20 feet to the main door within seconds as he pushed out the front door, lifting the auto-revolver and firing a round into the air near her last location, noticing the round smacked the edge of the roof.
"Oooh.. Growing a pair, are we?"
BOOM.[/b]
Matthew began to head down the sidewalk of the crowded street to his left when the concrete pavement of the sidewalk exploded within mere inches of his previous location, the round creating a nice little hole in the ground.
She has to be running out of ammunition...
Matthew focused forward and tried to figure out where the weapon went. Much to his surprise, his vision blurred and quickly became vivid, binary code running down the right edge of his periphery as a filter switched over his field of vision, showing a nice little vapor trail left by the round. He traced it to it's originating position, a near little roof two blocks away. Glint. He raised his revolver and fired at the glint, knowing it wasn't a completely aimed shot.
"SH*T."He smiled as he squeezed the trigger again. Click. He cursed just as muttered curses slithered out of his walkie talkie. His vision slowly returned to normal as Matthew quickly sprinted for cover- just so has it there was an alleyway off the road to his left, just enough room to hide behind and still have a good look at the roof Ace was on. He ran to it and skidded along the ground behind it, backing up and taking a breather, flipping his mateba on it's side and whipping out the cylinder, tipping it over and letting the .357 rounds drop out onto the concrete. Reaching into his left front pocket, he withdrew a hand full of rounds. Not smart, but it was really his only option without his other gear. Taking the least amount of time, he slid all 6 into their respective holes, flicking the gun back and spinning the cylinder back into place.
"Now.. Where are you, you little rat..."
He smiled. His left hand snaked to his side as he withdrew his walkie talkie, depressing the talk button.
"You must be running out.. Eventually you'll have to either retreat or come fight me face to face.."
He let it go for a response. Silence. He continued. "What I want to know is how exactly you-"
CRACK.[/b]
The brick wall just ahead of him shattered into pieces, dropping bits of plaster onto the ground from the wall within. He clipped his walkie talkie back on his side and focused for a moment, almost giving himself a headache as his vision blurred then returned to normal. Damnit. If only his cpu wasn't damaged. He quickly peeked around the side of the dumpster and squinted his eyes, trying to get a lock on her position- movement. He lifted his gun and squeezed off two rapid fire rounds from his autorevolver, one completely going over his intended target but the other one hitting a nearby air conditioner a figure was using for cover on the room across the street. She was getting closer. He noticed the massive rifle being heaved up as she moved across the roof behind another piece of cover.
Time to move.
He moved from behind the dumpster, planting his feet into the ground and shoving himself forward, running at full speed as he sprinted from where he was on the street and quickly crossed the street within seconds. If it was a cartoon, he would have left a dust trail. He skidded to a halt against the brick siding of the building she was on the roof of, taking pot shots at him. He smirked, knowing he was one step closer to getting his girl.
"Mkay. Lets try this again..."
He noticed another round being sent through the air, boring a massive hole through the dumpster Matthew was hiding behind across the street, sending a plume of trash into the sky.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 27, 2011 4:04:29 GMT -5
Marching down a crimson velvet hallway, fake candles resting high in their braziers gave the hall a dim light. Not nearly enough for appropriate combat although Aya assumed Dice relished the fact. She knew she would have to draw him out, get close to gut him; he seemed uncomfortable in CQC especially when not on the controlling side.
Plaster crumbled after a dull thud sent a 40mm flying out from around the corner, ricocheting off the wall. Aya dived forwards, herself and the grenade passing each other so as to avoid its kill zone. Footsteps pattered away from where the 40mm had came; Aya pulled herself to her feet to give chase.
She rounded the corner stepping into a square of carpet marked with a red paint outline.
"Right where I want you."
Switch in hand and a pearly white grin on his face, Dice flattened the red button with his thumb setting off explosives in the floor below. Rapid pops went off at Aya's feet cutting through cement and pipes of the floor spewing debris upwards and spraying Aya, clouding her view to a shade of sick grey.
Once the explosions finished the floor gave way dropping the bronze haired girl to the next level. Lacking the sense of sight and sound her judgment on landing were impossible; precision in balance lost when her heels finally slammed down, her left ankle twisting awkwardly causing her to trip.
Fits of coughing echoed about the narrow passage, the lung full of dust she had sucked in during the descent made all other actions feel slow and arduous. Cold stone at her elbows indicated she were no longer among visitor areas, the gleam of piping leaving the impression she had been sent into a maintenance sector. Hand clasping 416 foregrip as she stood up.
"Try not to be so gullible next time, 'kay?"
Rolling onto her back and unleashing full auto mayhem through it; Aya eased off the trigger, pulling herself together from the insult, nearly losing an entire magazine to the aggravation, "Right," slinging her H&K over her shoulder, following the passage out into the 35th floor halls, "I'll deliberate a little more often,"
Pulling on a veil of stealth training the pale girl diverted attention away from Dice; a straight forwards pursuit was not going to work. The man was a planner, it would be more beneficial to foil them rather than run headstrong right into them.
Dice had been searching for a while now, utilizing chrome vents between rooms to traverse without being spotted. He wondered whether the girl had gone to the next floor down, or maybe back up? His suppressed Beretta waited patiently in his right hand while two grenades span about in his left, thumb flicking the pins whenever they made a rotation.
He froze up, caught mid step, eyes focused on the trip wire of a claymore. For a moment only concern could be read on his face before a a sharp, narrow smiled peeled from ear to ear.
"Don't remember putting you there."
Broadening the stride to carry over the wire, suddenly moving far slower than before after becoming aware his own explosives were being used against him. It made a primal sense rise up, the feeling of not quite being the hunter anymore.
Aya pushed her back against the wall besides the entrance to an apartment, head turned in the direction of the doorway; Dice would have to be on the exact opposite side of where she were by now. Her own detonator held firmly at hand; only this wasn't for any ordnance. Instead she used it for an old mechanism she had utilized back at the gas station in Nevada. Good ol' gun on a string.
Bullets peppered out a doorway down the hall from Dice firing wild and wide; his reaction sent him into the room Aya waited, the man racing for the open vent. As he climbed inside a vice grip snatched him by the shin and pulled him back out, "Come'ere!" Aya's voice growled as she flung him to the other side of the apartment lounge; Dice colliding with the coffee table.
His grip on the grenade pistol had been solid and fired roughly where Aya stood on instinct. The distance was nowhere near enough for the impact to cause detonation, and with a little open palm denial the bronze girl deflected the 40mm away and out the window. It had only been used to mask the concussion grenade thrown at her.
Her blurry vision didn't stop her from watching Dice as he dived out the window, "Has he gone mad?" stumbling towards the smashed pane and leaning over.
God damn deus ex machina. The Demo Man had his fall end short at a cleaning scaffold, getting to his feet and looking up. Another detonator held out in his hand.
"Ciao!"
A rumble was felt behind her. Aya didn't bother to look, she simply made the leap of faith as well latching onto the cable of the scaffolding, climbing several metres and holding her legs up in time as the flame of the floor wide explosion licked out of the window.
From an aerial perspective outside, all of the windows of the 35th floor shattered as the high explosive passed through every room and every hallway burning to the foundation and forcing itself out into the Cairo air.
As the bright orange heat and smoke dispersed Aya could finally see Dice again, holding tight to the scaffolding as the eruption made it swing violently. She unsheathed her Interceptor, working on the thick cables. With a little of her own strength she managed to snap them, although unable to speak of the blade's condition afterward.
Dice had been firing his Beretta up at the hanging girl with little luck, turning the suppressed sidearm at the window of the room he was closest to and dove in.
"32nd floor," wiping sweat from her face with her shoulder as she hung, suspended dozens of metres from the ground, "Okay then," with a grunt Aya began to climb, heading for the roof.
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Post by .Merios on Feb 28, 2011 14:51:49 GMT -5
Matthew quickly spun around and shouldered through the door, placing a hand near the edge as it swung inward, catching it before it resounded off the brick wall beside it. Taking a few steps forward, he scanned his environment- a set of stairs leading up to the next floor, an elevator, and a long hallway with ground-floor apartments along with a long cabinet with P.O. Box's scattered around it. He scoffed for a second, and charged up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Another loud report of a .50 cal echoed throughout the streets. He didn't see where it came from, or what it hit- he just knew she was firing at someone she thought was him. He finally had the jump on her.
"It's just a matter of time, honey."
Matthew burst through the door out onto the second floor and immediately looked to his right- Maintenance stairs. Just what he needed. Quickly, he moved to the right and swung open the door, taking a few steps in to lean on the railing and look up. 8 flights. With an annoyed sigh, he began to ascend, hearing some more sounds of explosions echoing throughout the outlying areas. He assumed they were the .50 cal's colliding with metal, buildings and any miscellaneous unfortunate objects strewn about the city.
"Seems you've escaped my grasp. It's alright though, i'll get you."
Matthew had to move fast- she was on the move. Within a minute, he was at the top of the stairs, sucking in jagged breaths to account for the burst of speed and endurance he just output scaling the stairs. They were shorter flights than most, but he made it. His right hand floated to his side and he withdrew his Mateba. Moving his right hand up, he wiped the sweat from his brow and exhaled, counting to three. On one, he shoved the door open spinning around toward her last known location, the revolver's sights lifted directly where she was laying. No dice. He heard footsteps behind him as a gout of fear rose in his gullet. Right as he spun around with the weapon, a boot connected with his right hand, knocking the hand cannon to the ground.
It was Ace.
"You didn't think I'm that stupid, do you? Getting that close.."
She wagged her finger and swifty moved forward spinning her body in place and throwing out a roundhouse with her left leg. Matthew leaned back a bit, letting the boot soar harmlessly past his nose. Within the same breath, she used the momentum of the spin and dropped low, sweeping her left leg in an arc. Matthew leaped back, still sore that she kicked his weapon from his already-wounded hand.
"You can't win, Ace. You know what I am.."
She screamed for a moment and rushed forward, throwing out her right arm. He easy avoided it, sidestepping and putting out his left foot. Ace's eyes widened as her boot connected with his own shoe, hitting the ground in a roll towards the edge of the building. She stopped about ten feet from it and huffed, straightening back up and smoothing out her clothes.
"What do you want me to say? That I failed? No. I..I was supposed to take you alive."
She reached behind her and withdrew two throwing knives in each hand, twirling them a bit between her fingers. "I guess 'Alchie will have to deal with a corpse."
Matthew stepped back for a moment as he noticed she was making an aggressive body movement- the knives. Within seconds, all four were in the air and she had already dived to the right. Matthew contorted his body sideways and dropped into a roll. He felt the familiar sting as one of the blades lodged itself deep inside his right pectoral as he dropped to a knee. He withdrew the knife and looked at it for a second as Ace withdrew four more. Son of a b*tch. He dropped his own as the four blades soared towards him. He had to get closer. He closed his eyes as he tuck and rolled forward, feeling three bursts of shooting pain and letting out a slight yelp as he felt the cold metal seep into his warm flesh. He stopped a few feet from her and straightened up, watching her inadvertently walk backwards towards the edge of the building, fear in her eyes as Ace stared into Matthew's own logo-coated irises.
The ground began to rumble as they both looked to the right, seeing a building down the road start to erupt into violent explosions. Being preoccupied, Matthew let his guard down and Ace rushed him, putting her whole weight and strength into a bull-rush. He caught her as she caught him off guard, knocking him to the ground as his head dangled off the side of the building, a knife in her right hand as she shoved it down towards his throat. With his left hand, he gripped her own locking eyes and seeing hatred and almost a sense of fear in hers. She was trained better. There was no way she was doing this- she knew he could over power her. Why was Ace doing this?
"You can't win! Just stop it, I don't want to kill you!"
His pleas met deaf ears as she pressed harder, he could feel her beginning to put all of herself into this knife, almost as if she truly believed she would kill him. Feeling her hot breath on his face, Matthew could almost taste the desperation. Finally it hit him, she didn't want to kill him. She wanted to die.
BOOM.[/b][/color]
The ground shook at the building from earlier exploded into a fountain of debris and glass, sending out a shockwave that threw Ace off her game, she looked to the building as Matthew shifted slightly, putting a knee against her stomach and lifting her up and over him. As she was cradled over his body, he locked eyes, seeing surprise in hers. Before she completely escaped his grasp, he reached out and caught her right arm, gripping it tightly in his wounded right hand. He swung her inward as she smack the side of the building's brick. He didn't have much strength in this hand- it was still healing and the hole was very much still present even if a little scabbed over.
"Don't let go!"
Ace looked up at Matthew, questioning look coming over her face.
"Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?! LET GO!"
He felt her other hand start clawing at his wounded hand, reopening the wound as blood began to cascade onto her face and chest. He winced in utter pain, his eyes snapping shut as he tried to ignore it- it was unbearable. His grip slipped a bit as the blood began to lubricate her wrist. He tightened up the best he could with her fingers shoved deep inside the wound on his hand.
"DAMNIT, why the hell do you want to die?!"
Ace looked at Matthew just as his grip began to fail, her body starting to slip from his grasp slowly. With one last look at him, she smiled.
"Sorry, hon. I don't do why's..."
He clawed hard at his hand, tearing the flesh from his hand even further which made him relinquish his grip and yell out as she began to fall. He just collapsed forward against the edge, watching her fall to her death. Matthew could have sworn he heard a scream as the beaten and broken body hit the ground and made a loud thud with a slight slapping noise. She sounded like what an Angel would sound like, falling from the sky.
F*cking Medusa.
He turned over and scrunched his face, a loud, angry yell emanating from his bruised and bloody lips. After a second or two, he coughed a bit, ending the shout and turning over, spitting out a small quantity of the crimson liquid. He pulled himself to his knees, finally taking a look at himself and the concrete around him. He was completely covered in blood. The adrenaline from the encounter had masked it, but he was irrevocably scarred from this crazed woman. The pavement he had been walking on had been crimson-coated and drizzled, leaving behind perfect foot prints in the pools that had formed when he was stationary. He must have left a trail everywhere he went. Matthew pounded the ground with his left hand, cursing his stupidity.
He was visibly shaking, shock starting to set in as dizziness began to overwhelm him. He'd lost a lot of blood. His left hand moved to his side as he withdrew his walkie talkie, hitting the talk button, cradling his right hand in his lap as it poured crimson onto his pants.
"A...Aya. I hope you're doing better."
He coughed a second, letting up the talk button as he spat a thick wad of crimson onto the ground, thumbing the talk button again.
"R..Ran into some t-t-trouble... Finished 'er off."
Matthew let his finger off the button, shaking a bit more as he began to grow a bit cold. He stood up, wobbling a bit to the side but he managed to stumble to an air conditioning unit and plop down, wavering at bit in a stagger. His eyes wandered over to his Mateba, sitting by it's lonely self on the pavement near a large pool of blood that was creeping it's way towards the Unica 6. He sighed, setting the walkie on his lap next to his destroyed right hand, red starting to tint the yellow casing.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 1, 2011 9:16:18 GMT -5
The roof. Aya puffed her fringe out of the way with a heaved breath as she flopped her arm over the side, her nose downwards obscured by the edge as she scanned the obstacle course ahead of her, "Deathtrap Dungeon," she breathed out. An old term her former Undertaker team had made up for a space of area that was literally littered with killzones. If Dice had rigged an entire floor with explosive ordnance then things pointed to the roof being equally as lethal. The pale girl's yellow apertures highlighted crevices between refrigeration and air conditioning units that might hide a dead man's brick or white phosphorus cylinder, plotting a path to the helipad in the centre of the rooftop. The painted H signifying a safe location for her more than an actual landing location. Underestimation were an uncanny thing in one Vs. one combat. You could overestimate your opponent and still be underestimating them. This was the case when Aya landed on the other side of the cement safety barrier, bouncing off rainfall grating as she landed. A feeling of resistance against the grate made her curious before mortified. There had been a click when she bounced off, and the grating was lifted from its resting place. A Bouncing Betty leaped into the air, spinning as it ascended to shoulder height. It detonated no more than a metre away from Aya charring her clothing and throwing her towards a solar panel, crashing through the blue, bee hive pattern pane. As resilient as her skin and muscle tissue were, it didn't stop the shrapnel from digging in deep. Aya wanted to roll over and get her face away from the sun baked cement, doing so would only rub her wounds onto it. She was damned either way until she could muster the strength to get to her feet. For the moment the girl held her mouth open wide and eyes wrenched shut, holding her cry from the sting of her raw back. Only the sleeves remained from her yellow blouse; her grey shirt hanging from threads, bra straps visible amongst the tears. Aya spared a moment to remove the larger chunks of shrapnel before moving on. Glare from the solar panels blinded a survey of the surrounding area while standing atop the helipad; Aya held her hand to the exposure as she searched for tripwires or any other evidence of explosives which might be in her way to the rooftop door. Aya seethed as she stepped back down into a sea of transformers and ventilation, careful with how she stretched her body. Shade from a churning air converter box seemed like a nice place to recuperate, kneeling down and resting against her shoulder. Aya pulled her blouse sleeves off, discarding them, feeling the pock marks in her back. She could feel wet slick from bleeding, wiping her hand on her pants leg. "A...Aya. I hope you're doing better." Matthew's voice had made her jump, gritting her teeth in a grimace while fumbling for the volume dial. Dice's blurry reflection was seen emerging in the metal of the air converter box. Drawing her Interceptor, spinning onto her back with the blade horizontal anticipating best where the machete might be coming from. The blades collided, a short spark spitting from the grind. Dice had a menacing smile on his face knowing that he had caught Aya at a weakness. "R..Ran into some t-t-trouble..." A wild look in his eyes, fire filling the pupil behind his hazel iris. The Demo Man had the advantage, Aya only needed to hint what he might do next. "Finished 'er off." Then it vanished. His vision averted to the radio at her waist. An impression of destruction without an explosion overwhelmed his expression. For a fleeting moment he dropped pressure; Aya's wide eyes looked about wondering why on earth he had eased off. Unimportant. She exploited the moment pushing him off to get a leg free and boot Dice way from her. He slammed into an AC unit, Aya ditched her knife at him which was quickly deflected by the broad side of his machete. Instead of engaging again he ran off, a scream of emotional defeat ricocheting about all the refrigeration and air conditioning units. Bursting into the stairwell after grabbing her knife. Something Matthew said had upset Dice. The smiley face had been subjected and defended from a slap once Aya caught up with him, having given her location away yet saving her from losing an eye. "You sound wrecked, Matt," Aya returned the call, "I'm in a little trouble myself. Just hold tight. Don't go into the hotel at the moment."Marching back into their penthouse suite, "F*cking odds," pushing her way into Tyson's room, "Allow me to uneven the odds," she lifted his weapon case onto the bed, the entire mattress weighed down an inch, "Stakes were raised after the last die roll."Locks popped and out came the M60E4, a gorgeous machine gun hefting a nice 200 rounds of pure 'F*ck you', "Whatever you can do, I can do better," charging the SAW with over anticipation in her animation, walking out the room with the firearm at her hip. If there were any evidence of the Demo Man she unloaded in his general direction. Aya didn't want to give Dice the opportunity to toss a grenade at her, "C'mon Hamster," spraying a burst, "Can't rely on your explosives forever," another spray smacked bullets into the ceiling. Aya was trying the psychological warfare thing; the more on edge he were, especially after the ball Matthew dropped, the more inclined he would be to make a mistake. Pausing. Thinking about what Matt had said, "I bet she meant a lot to you, huh..." looking down the open hallway, head cocked to keep an ear open; her tongue sticking out in her taunt, "I wonder whether the feeling was mutual or not."It had worked. Dice barged out of a doorway further down firing suppressed shots from his M92FS while holding his machete out. Aya returned fire spraying an endless barrage of 5.56 rounds down the hall. Dice flicked a flash bang out blinding Aya's vision, seemingly ineffective against himself. She felt a couple of his pistol rounds hit their marks; seeing he had vanished against once the white dissipated. "I hope you know you are the worst shot!"His voice had a shallow reverberation to it, dull clicks insinuated Dice were reloading. "I'd never give you the privelage of dying so nobly," Aya's reply growled from the walls turning the air cold freezing Dice mid reload. An arm busted through the plaster to his right and wrapped around his neck, pulling him back through the wall. Her yellow discs glowed so bright it made Aya's figure almost the silhouette of a beast. Anticipating the retort of Dice's Beretta, slide released to confirm a complete reload. Aya wrenched it from his grip, crushing the framework in her hand and tossed it to the side like scrap. The fashionista hacked his machete into her shoulder causing Aya cry out, more in Progenitors roar than anything human. Dice attempted to pull it free only to find it had stuck fast, "Poor luck," she rumbled. With a swipe he was tossed back through the hole. Following into the room, massive glass windows lit the penthouse suite lounge well with dry sun shining in, Nile clearly visible down below. Aya approached Dice at the windows, the Demo Man recovering from the assault. She grabbed him by the neck and hoisted him up. "It was nice knowing you, babe."In what would be a last ditch effort Dice procured yet another high explosive pineapple, swinging the grenade in a punch at Aya. Her hand latched over his and she pulled it free from his grip, jamming the orb into his mouth, the spoon popped out of his gaping maw. Then Aya booted him out the window.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 1, 2011 17:03:16 GMT -5
"You sound wrecked, Matt," Aya's voice crackled in over the speaker on his walkie, startling him a bit."I'm in a little trouble myself. Just hold tight. Don't go into the hotel at the moment."
Matthew smirked, attempting to let out a laugh but only began a coughing fit, each breath retching pain from his chest and making him double over, spraying the pavement with a fine red mist. He shook it off, wiping the crimson from his lips as he stood up, the shift in weight to his knees made him stumble forward a step, shifting his composure from "stable" to "wobbly at best". His walkie talkie was on the ground now, tipped over and propped up against two throwing daggers that he had plucked out of his chest. Reaching the auto-revolver, he dropped to a knee and reached out with his left hand, gripping the weapon and leaning to the side, slipping it awkwardly into it's holster on his right side. Great. At least he's armed.
Stumbling back over to his previous position, he plopped back down on the AC unit, scooping the walkie-talkie back up in his lap and hitting the talk button, lifting it up to his face with a wince of pain.
"Yeah.. Roger that. I.. I'm not going anywhere."
Matthew's arm fell limp and he dropped the device back on his lap in defeat, moving his right hand up and examining the damage. Being able to the see the titanium implants in his knuckles was worrying him- they were new and it seems they may have taken quite a beating. Hopefully the muscles in his palm can heal and let him still have full movement of his fingers. Hopefully.
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