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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 2, 2011 7:59:15 GMT -5
It seemed only polite to reload Tyson's weapon for him after utilizing it, clicking rounds back in their seating, like a chain gang preparing to tear the ground. Aya wiped her brow swiping grit and dried, flaking blood; she made being covered in dirt look sophisticated as she sat at the foot of the bed, legs crossed.
Matthew were okay, from what she could tell. Piecing the picture together made out that he knew the demo man one way or another, whoever Matt ran into the demo man knew, and whoever ran into Matt must have known the Scarface if they could give him enough trouble to wear him out. Such a tussle.
Going from there, if Medusa was the bet on knowing they were in Cairo then a game of high stakes would be an easy win. Their time was short and they would have to act ahead of time and ahead of plans; Matt and Ty would just have to trust what she had laid out.
Luminescent light flickered bright from Aya's cell, a strong signal caused from being up so high. A call tone went through and she wedged the phone between her left ear and shoulder, continuing with the reload.
Crackle as the land line hand piece was picked up, and Arabic accent rumbled through, "Yes."
"We're moving ahead of schedule. Some complications have made things difficult. If the assault doesn't happen tonight, there won't be another chance," Aya spoke with a serious voice, administrative, like her business wasn't running up to par.
"I've no where near the amount of units you asked for," concern laced the receiver's voice.
Lifting the box mag up to change legs, "You'll have to pick the best and deal with what we got. Get the equipment ready and meet us at the location we agreed with after dark. Do you have the cover all worked out?"
"Besides the riots. None of it has moved into the Citadel. It's too much of a landmark. Due to that the parade for the police museum inside the Citadel walls is still planned to go ahead, however most law enforcement is being pushed into the outbreak occurring closer to the centre of town at the moment. So anything could happen."
"We'll improvise," Aya remarked while latching the ammo box shut, "Are the wheels I asked for ready as well?"
"Whenever you need them,"
"Shukran," she ended the call and pocketed her phone.
Metal crunched as the M60 sunk back into its weapon case, lid slapping shut. Aya rubbed her eyes in annoyance, resting her elbow on her free hand. She was down a primary weapon again. The bronze soldier never enjoyed swapping firearms so frequently, preferring to warm up with a new rifle on a long term basis; she had only just passed the realms of respect for her 416 and now some impostor would have to replace it.
Returning to her room, intentions to clean up. A shower would have appealed however a distinct lack of privacy from the hole she made in her en suite caused her to decide against it, spinning the hand basin faucet. Aya didn't expect anything to come through after the detonation of floor 35, yet surprisingly a stream of cool water spilled through the filter; plug dropped in. The boiler must have been knocked out as nothing above room temperature could be achieved.
Aya groaned as she dunked her head in, the noise turning to a furious bubbling after breaking the surface.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 3, 2011 1:48:14 GMT -5
Matthew shakily stood, his eyes focused on the building in the distance- the one with the massive holes tore into the side. He must've missed one. There was a clean black scuff mark on the sidewalk below, as if a rogue grenade had exploded. Though, from the distance he was at, it didn't seem important enough to deem an issue. He winced, pain shooting up through his right thigh, causing him to drop to a knee near the edge of the roof. Curiosity had overtaken him and he leaned forward, peering over the edge. Vertigo sat in for a moment before his vision cleared up, clearly seeing Ace still face-down on the the pavement with her limbs contorted in odd angles. Still dead.
He scoffed at his bad luck, pulling his knee out from under him and sitting down on his backside, scoocting away from the edge and laying down, placing his wounded right hand over his stomach and bringing the walkie to his mouth with his other, talking into it.
"Get my briefcase from the room, Aya."[/n]He spoke, his voice slowly dropping back to it's normal volume, the stuttering ceasing, "Be on your guard, though. Odds are some more henchmen are swarming about. 'Might have to take the route on the roof."
He let the device drop beside his head, moving his left hand up to his face and wiping a bit of crimson from his forehead, drying the back of his hand on his shirt. He couldn't really do anything. Taken enough damage as it is, Matthew couldn't risk heading back downstairs-she would just have to come to him. Strength in numbers. He let out a bit of a laugh, a coughing fit erupted for a second as his vulnerability in the given moment was rather amusing. After so long, he was reduced to sitting on his thumbs waiting for rescue. It annoyed him.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 3, 2011 4:34:24 GMT -5
A small shadow of a Aya's lithe figure cast across limestone buildings below her, the sun nearly swallowed her silhouette as she took a super human exit out with Matthew's briefcase in hand. Waiting on Tyson's weapon cache sat a brief note from the airborne: "Bring your equipment and armor to the rendezvous I've marked on the map on the back of this letter. Have Nancy come along too if both of your are confident enough." Both eyes on the rooftops. Aya spotted the incapacitated man just before landing, the bright red gleam of life giving his position away. It looked as if he had lost enough blood to fill 3 men of his own size, plus a couple of pints to spare. "You look like a human pin cushion," patters from her Converse echoed on the bare rooftops as she arrived, standing the briefcase upright as she approached the wounded Progenitor, "Tch. Your hand..." Aya crouched down, "Trust you to get it blasted to pieces."One of the knuckles were missing, the rest were all out of place. She pushed them back into their original seating, as if giving his hand a bloody massage; wet pops and clicks squelched. Aya looked at his face for a moment through her fringe, "You alright?" it wasn't just physical pain that were chiseled into his expression, "I can see a bit of discontent in there," as she said this his pupils narrowed into slits, "Just take it easy," Aya said swooningly, resting his hand beside him. The bolts for most of his knuckles had survived the impact, although Matt wouldn't be flipping anything off with his right hand for a while. Gun metal grey of the Barrett she located not far from where Matthew lay blended well with Aya's new attire; dry sky blue tank top over white singlet and olive drab kahki's. Alas, the rifle were empty, "That's a shame," she commented while peering into the box mag, as if expecting to see a lonely .50 round hidden at the bottom. Her mind pieced the crime scene together, all roads leading to a finale tussle at the building's edge; Aya leaned over to find the destroyed body at the bottom of the fall, "The sudden stop," to her she would have looked cute if it weren't for the contortion of limbs and lifelessness, "I think I met her admirer in the hotel."Pulling Matthews good hand over her shoulder, she helped him over to a rooftop dining setting and drew a chair for him to sit down on; briefcase front and centre on the table.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 4, 2011 3:03:19 GMT -5
"You look like a human pin cushion," footsteps patted along the concrete, the words echoing and fading in his head, consciousness was fluttering but the presence of another person kept him awake- at least for a little while, at least.
Aya made a clicking sound, spouting out a quip and gripped his wounded, bloody hand as she caressed it, sending a wave of constant pain searing up his right arm up to the base of his neck, wincing at the sudden surprise. He opened back up his eyes, he was well and truly helpless- he couldn't even fight back her advances on his hand. Though, he trusted her, in his right mind Matthew wouldn't have let her anywhere near the thorn in his paw. She said something he couldn't quite make out, a bid of blood was seeping into his ear canal, flooding his hearing, letting his own thoughts take center stage. Bad idea. Without realizing, his pupils had slowly narrowed into slits as she rearranged his hand- self defense mechanism, activating his feral instincts. Too bad they were of no use.
Just take it easy," Matthew felt his hand being placed back onto the wet concrete beside him, a wave of relief rushing over him as numbness returned.
His eyes wandered a bit, searching the ground around him. Throwing knives. Four of them, strewn about and soaking in their own stewing pot of blood and gore. Great. Matthew attempted to sit up when Aya began speaking once again, commenting on the departure of his voluptuous adversary. He managed to push himself upright but fell back down again, grunting as his head his the pavement.
"I think I met her admirer in the hotel."
Dice.
He perked up a bit, watching as Aya pulled up his left arm and draped it around her shoulders, lifting him up straight and dragging him over tot he edge of the rooftop, near a small fenced off area decorated with tables and chairs. Odd. He'd never even seen this when he was fighting Ace. Must've been tunnel vision. She propped him up on a chair as his body slumped forward, his hands falling to his sides and his head bobbing at it. With a thud, she slapped the briefcase on the flimsy table, pointing the locked side towards him. He looked up, squinting one eye at her then at the case.
"Th.. Thanks, Aya."
Matthew moved his left hand towards the lock, hitting two buttons before letting the snaps ping upward, the case becoming ajar. He glanced at her for a moment before pushing the top back, letting it bounce behind the case. Photographs, child-like drawings, letters, stuffed-full manila folders and most of all, there was an abundance of small shiny objects and jewelry. Some were out of place though, such as the end of a circular Multi-Injector Syringe Plate, the design matching the scars dotted about his chest and the now-covered up scars on either temple.
"Keepsakes.."He muttered, shifting his fingers throughout the mess and withdrawing a family portrait.
The picture itself was of happier times- Matthew was younger then- 23, and had his wife Marie standing on either side of a baby swing occupied by a young female child in a red dress, all three smiling. On the right side of the image, extremely close, was a young child's face, smiling awkwardly- he seemed to have taken the picture and leaned in to get in the photo. Matthew's lips curled into a broken smile despite the immense pain, remembering that day.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 4, 2011 8:24:05 GMT -5
Aya quietly peeped over Matthew's shoulder. He verbalized his case full of sentiment under his breath, maybe to alleviate the girl of her curiosity; she couldn't help but hear it in a burdened light, as if the things he held closest were also what he resented the most.
She leaned against the backrest of his chair as he sank into a photo. A family portrait; it brought out the first real smile Aya had seen in him. Matt looked so young there, "You look weird without your scars," she commented in a cheekily juvenile way.
Looking over the rest of his family, "Yer kids must be somewhere in their teens by now," speaking a more remorseful tone. She hadn't known the guy had a son and daughter; for how Matt appeared day in day out he masked his anguish well. Aya felt the need to put a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. For her to say anything would be too cliched.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 4, 2011 14:48:23 GMT -5
"You look weird without your scars," Aya spoke, leaning against his chair.
Matthew could feel her lithe frame pressing against his shoulder as he gave out a bit of a laugh, moving the picture to the briefcase as she spoke once more, commenting on the age of his children. Sifting through, the briefcase again, he felt a hand on his shoulder, a bit of sadness leaving him as he withdrew a pocket-sized photograph of his wife, Maria. Rather torn and faded, the crease lines were evident. Used to be in his wallet- not anymore. He slid it back underneath the papers.
"'Been searching for them for a bit.. I've kind of been preoccupied recently.. Odds are, they're gone now."
He said those words without a single choke, bringing his hand down and snapping the case shut with his free left hand, his head moving to the side to take a look at his mess of a right. With a sigh, he stood up, pushing the chair back a bit and standing. He limped to the side of the table and grasped the briefcase, feeling a little better.
"Eventually i'll need to rest.. But we need to find somewhere solid. Any ideas?"
He said, leaning a bit on the railing. Standing on his own wasn't really an option, dizziness still pervaded his vision and the fact that blood loss still threatened unconsciousness didn't help much. His weapons were gone- he acknowledged that much. All he had was his trusty Mateba, that was all he really needed.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 5, 2011 10:11:44 GMT -5
"There's a small mosque just down the block. Steel gates. It's got a couple of minarets you can see from here," Aya joined Matthew at the railing, "They'll have a nice view of the area so I can keep an eye out for Ty. We were split up back at the hotel," she paused to purse her lips in regret, "I hope they're alright," subconsciously shaking her head in negative body language, "There were a lot of bombs going off in that place, I'm not sure how stable it is."
She took his weight again, "C'mon. Let's get off this rooftop," the gnarled holes in both their hands overlapped as Aya hoisted Matt's arm over her shoulder. Descending the stairwell, the two inched towards the back entrance of the building exiting into a small cul de sac. It was probably obvious Aya had taken it so they wouldn't have to pass the rag dolled schoolgirl.
Since the explosion people had fled to adjacent suburbs or crossed the Nile. It was eerily quiet making Aya feel obligated to be surreptitious in their movement, propping Matthew up to take a look around the next rendered earth building corner.
Propaganda filled warm afternoon air carrying Arabic nonsense all over Cairo. Aya didn't pay attention to it, but she didn't ignore it either. It was like a creature comfort for her. If it weren't there, Cairo would remind the bronze haired girl a lot of Raccoon City. A sense of loneliness and lost hope. Waking up to find the entire population has disappeared.
"Let me check it out first," Aya requested, leaning Matthew against one of the entrance pillars. They arrived at the mosque; the front of the building facing the street had several closed entrance gates. Gaps of dead space either sides separated it from neighboring arcades and kiosks making it appear as a free standing structure.
Aya held the archaic lock in her hand through the bars, looking at it, the rusted steel making a hollow rattles in its holder when lifted up. Gazing into the dim light of the mosque courtyard for any hostile eyes before pulling tight on the lock. Sounds of creaking metal marked resistance until it finally snapped off, Aya returned to help Matt through.
"We could always search for them - your family, I mean - after we're done here in Egypt," her sympathy caved to finally make the suggestion, "If we get out in one piece, you shouldn't be so preoccupied after that I don't think," Aya pushed against a weave screen door, stepping into wavy incandescent light from hundreds of candles, "It must be so long since you last saw them. You could use some closure..."
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Post by .Merios on Mar 5, 2011 15:36:15 GMT -5
"Should be stable enough for them to get what they need and leave. Tyson knows how to handle himself- Nancy's in good hands."
She grasped his hand and he allowed her to lift him up a tad bit, supporting his weight, bringing his arm over her shoulder. His eyes floated downward to her hand, almost as gnarled as his was. Damn. Just now noticing she was almost as beat up as he was. "C'mon. Let's get off this rooftop," she spoke, beginning to head down the stairwell and through the back entrance, pushing out into the neighborhood behind the building. Matthew appreciated not passing his recent kill, he was almost sure she took this was on purpose.
He started to slip a bit which prompted her to set him up against a building. He took a breather, glancing around at the ghost town that once was a bustling little haven. He's seen this kind of devastation before- it was all too familiar. The week after the outbreak. In Raccoon. Matthew shuddered a bit at the though, wrapping his arms across his chest and taking in a deep breath. The grittiness of the spices left the air, and he could tell they were finally on their own. Looking up, he squinted his eyes a bit- a Mosque? In his daze, he didn't even notice they were already at the location they needed to be. He shrugged it off.
"Let me check it out first."
He waved her forward. "Sure, sure. I'll uh.. I'll just be here."
Matthew felt better. Although he still felt like he'd been hit by a truck, most of the immediate pain vanished as did his dizziness. Odds are, in a bit he'd be walking on his own. He heard the sound of metal groaning and crunching- glancing over, he observed Aya breaking an entering like a professional. After she dropped the lock, Matthew looked away, back down the street until he felt her hands wrap around his torso as she slipped herself underneath his injured arm. Limping a bit, he was helped through the mesh gate.
"We could always search for them - your family, I mean - after we're done here in Egypt. If we get out in one piece, you shouldn't be so preoccupied after that I don't think."
He didn't say anything as he stepped inside, moving to the side and breaking away from her, leaning on a wooden shaft near a set of pews near the back. The candles were a sight to behold- reminded him of the Sunday church service at Raven's Gate.
"It must be so long since you last saw them. You could use some closure..."
"1997..."Matthew said, the words dragging a bit of remorse from his throat.
His eyes landed on a few of the Musallah piled on the ground near his left leg under a table- storage? He shrugged, limping over to them and tugging a bit, pulling them from underneath the candle-laden desk and out into a open a bit, moving them underneath where he was just standing. With a grunt, he plopped down, moving his right hand up to his face, looking at Aya through the gnarled hole.
"So. What happened to you, anyway?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 6, 2011 10:33:07 GMT -5
"Me?" Aya repeated to herself, the past hour had been such a blur. A sick feeling in her stomach from all the explosive trauma and the large gouge in her shoulder served as a reminder; other than that she almost wasn't sure it had really happened, "Went through some demolitions conditioning," the girl summarized with a snide snort for a laugh, mouth curling at the corner.
"We were jumped at the loading dock. This guy with a flashy suit and a thousand dollar haircut wanted to start a fight," As Aya began she took a spot on the floor in front of Matthew, crossing her legs, "I told Tyson and Nance to break off for the room service elevator after I ran into a trip wire. Guy walks out - called himself Dice - starts flinging grenades around like candy."
Aya leaned back while holding her knees, stretching her arms and neck, her body felt uncomfortably tense, "Fought all the way from the loading dock right up to our penthouse suite. I don't think I've ever met someone like him on the battlefield before," rolling her shoulders as she sat forwards, "No one human, I mean."
"Hotel's a mess now. The entire penthouse floor is literally standing on sticks after the level below was blown out," Aya held her hand out accusingly, "Who are these people, Matt, and how do you know them? Are they a part of Medusa?" raising her brow, "Dice was waiting for us to return to the hotel. He knew we were on our way back. Plans must have derailed when Schoolgirl couldn't bring you in," Aya grimaced.
Straightening her back as she remembered a dire fact, "Oh. I forgot to thank you. If you hadn't radioed earlier I might have lost an eye," rubbing her left dimple with her index in jest that it still remained.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 8, 2011 1:07:49 GMT -5
Matthew watched the damaged woman, shifting a bit uncomfortably. She must've gone through just as much if not more trauma than he had. Damn. "Went through some demolitions conditioning," with those words, she let out a half-smirk with a snort, beginning to explain what happened to her, speaking of a well-dressed man using explosives with almost zero mercy. Sounds like Dice. Aya moved forward, plopping down in front of Matthew Indian-style. "I told Tyson and Nance to break off for the room service elevator after I ran into a trip wire. Guy walks out - called himself Dice - starts flinging grenades around like candy."
He wasn't surprised, he knew who he was already. Having taken care of Ace, odds are Dice was trailing around somewhere- the guy was obsessed with her. With a movement, Aya rolled back a bit, gripping her knees and stretching a bit. She went onto explain she'd never faced a man in combat like that. "No one human, I mean." He choked down an uncomfortable gulp- he knew where this was going.
"Who are these people, Matt, and how do you know them? Are they a part of Medusa?" Matthew's brow furrowed for a second, the gravity of the question just sinking in. "Dice was waiting for us to return to the hotel. He knew we were on our way back. Plans must have derailed when Schoolgirl couldn't bring you in."
He sighed, leaning back a bit. Picking his words carefully. She derailed his train of thought. "Oh. I forgot to thank you. If you hadn't radioed earlier I might have lost an eye." He waved it off.
"Ace. Her name was Ace. Dice was the other man. They're two of five. London, Irish and..."He shuddered a bit, "Alchemist."
Matthew glanced around, bringing his hand back down to his lap. Studying it a bit, he almost saw it healing before his eyes. Albeit slowly, the scab was beginning to harden the blood on the surface. He shrugged, turning back to Aya.
"Alchemist is their leader. Harriet Johnston. An American. He's.. "
He shrugged, looking away towards the front part of the building, eying something in the distance.
"Nevermind, it's not important."
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Post by Mikey on Mar 8, 2011 11:23:41 GMT -5
About fifteen minutes, no explosions. No gunfire. No ruckus. Only the silence that told Tyson the battle was over. He had no way of knowing who the winner was. Normally, his bet would have been on Aya and Matt. But the battle… It’d gone on for some time. Longer than anything he could fathom, as far as a force taking on the likes of the Wonder Twins.
He looked at Nancy, who was peeking up from the cast iron bathtub he had made her lie down in. She’d be safe from anything in there. Short of the building coming down on top of their heads. Then she’d be safe, but trapped. His Glock was in his hand, held up toward the ceiling.
When the time got to fifteen and a half minutes, Tyson looked at Nancy out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m going to go take a look around.” He said. He looked at the gun for a moment and then her. She nodded, already knowing what he was going to ask her. He handed her the machine pistol and pulled out his knife. Not the biggest equalizer, but he preferred it over both leaving her here alone and unarmed.
“Two minutes.” He said. He opened the door of the bathroom and made his way out of the hotel room of the first floor, exiting the room and going to the lobby. He took one look and stopped in his tracks.
“The f**k…” He muttered, looking around. One of two things had happened here. Either an army had said to hell with it’ and hit the place with a howitzer, or Aya had laid a nice trap. He instantly disregarded the latter. No bodies. He saw a bit of blood here and there, but no bodies. Had all of this gone on and no one was f**king dead? Really? Christ, he was doing it wrong, apparently.
A crack of glass sounded behind him, close, and he spun. Freezing just short of executing Nancy. They never stayed put…
“Didn’t I say… Never mind, come on.” He said with a sigh, looking around and walking to the elevator. After this time, the winning party should be in the lobby either on their way out or down the road. He figured it was safe to go up now. But, when he hit the button on the elevator, he noticed it was out of order. Ya, that made sense.
“Stairs.” He said, taking the gun back and ushering her to the stairs. He popped the door open and took a look inside, leading with the gun. Sure, fight was over, but he was a stones throw away from paranoid schizophrenia. But, it did have its perks. He stopped dead when as he leaned to the side, at eye level, he spied a tripwire attached to a claymore.
“Interesting…” He said, trailing off. He made quick work disarming it, keeping his eye out for any other surprises. It was the only one he saw for half the trip. Up until Nancy let out a breath and made a noise through a dry throat that told him she needed a break. Tyson took a look at the number below their floor. Thirty six. A break at the halfway point wouldn’t hurt.
“Five minutes.” He said. She let out a scoff and dropped onto the steps. Silence filled the air for a few moments as she caught her breath, and she shot a glance up at him.
“You know… At the end, Mom told me her only regret was not being able to take you in.” She said. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “She was in college then, making her way by waiting tables and a bunch of other crap jobs. She looked at all her options, but she couldn’t find a way to make it work.” She said. “By the time she was stable enough to have a child, it was too late.” She added. He had a feeling he knew what she was talking about. Be it the gang, the jail, or the Army… It’d been too late for him since age nine.
“Do you believe in fate?” He asked her. She shook her head no. “It’s a funny thing. Ya, I had a pretty bad childhood growing up. But it was the thing that took me to jail. Jail put me into the Army. The Army gave me tools and an opportunity to do something with my life. It led me down a path that is paved with life and death. The deaths of evil, the lives of good. I like to think I did some good in the world with the hand I was dealt.” He said. She thought of what to say, but came up empty. “If I had had a life with you and her, I’d have never saved the lives I saved.” He said. A lot would have said that it didn’t make any sense for someone like him to believe in something so divine, but it helped him keep the shred of sanity he had left.
“Breaks over.” He said, standing up and moving up the stairs. He wanted to stay ahead of her a ways so he could look for more bombs. Which he did find. Three more floors up, enough C4 to collapse the stairwell entirely. He disarmed it as well and carried the explosives with him. You could never have enough C4, that was his motto.
They made it to the penthouse floor, and after Tyson’s sweep of the area, he waved her over to the door. Which was unnecessary, seeing as the place was full of holes big enough to fit an economy sized sedan through. He opened the door and took a look inside, seeing the carnage and signs of a fight. And the signs that someone had been in his stuff. He saw the lines of bullet holes tracing the walls and ceiling. Hmm. He reached down and touched a brass casing on the ground, finding that it was cold to the touch.
“Oh… My…” Nancy said, looking around.
“Ya. Usually it’s my job to do all that.” He said. She looked over at him with a look of disbelief. He walked through the rooms, seeing that Aya’s room was mostly empty, Matt’s was missing his briefcase, and his case was now sitting on the bed. Hmm. Walking over and picking up the note, he read it quickly and flipped it over to look at the map. The Citadel. Zero Hour was upon them. About time.
He opened up his case and sorted through his things, taking stock of anything that may have been missing. A belt box for the machine gun was gone, but the thing was fully loaded. It had Aya written all over it. So courteous, that one. He could hear another religious exclamation coming from Nancy, and he shrugged without turning around.
“We do a lot of… Stuff.” He said, copping out on telling her what exactly it was they were doing. Hoping to keep her out of danger as much as possible, both in the coming mission and any backlash that came afterwards.
“Ya, but… Wow. Do you actually wear that stuff?” She asked.
“Since the nineties.” He answered. He slipped Aya’s bow into the box, snapped it shut, and hefted the hundred plus pound box with ease. “All right, we’re meeting them at the Citadel.” He said. They made their way back downstairs and out of the now decrepit hotel. They hailed a cab to get as close as they could to where they were going. End up hoofing it the last few blocks, and taking up a position in the area to try and spot the super friends. He doubted the next step was going to be as simple.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 8, 2011 21:24:02 GMT -5
Aya couldn't help but notice the squirm Matt made when mentioning the leader of the group; also his die hard reluctance to further the topic after muttering basic details, "I wouldn't call it unimportant," Aya smiled, leaning in and tilting her head looking attentively at the man's eyes. She motioned her finger between them both as if to point out the invisible chain, "If this partnership is looking at a long haul I'd sleep better knowing all the crazies of your history thoroughly," she paused in conjecture, contradicting herself, "Unless it's one of those things where the details wouldn't help me sleep."
One bit of what Matt said bugged the girl. Locking her fingers together to rest her head on her clasped hands, "So... Harriet?" she said with a raised eye brow, subtle crease to her lips, "Ex-boyfriend of yours?" Aya masked her sudden malicious grin with her hands.
Light hit her iris through the far window, "Tell me on the way. We should cut this break short. I left Ty a note to meet us near the Citadel," As Aya stood she dusted her pants and backside, "Can you walk?" she asked. It was more of a statement that they were moving than a legitimate question.
Several adjoining halls and religious rooms branched off from the broad corridor near the back of the mosque. It loosely connected to an arcade so people from the next street over were able to attend mass more easily.
A car had collided with the gates jamming the entrance substantially plus causing the floor above to cave slightly. Aya got to work on pulling away brick an mortar, yanking on the bars stuck in their place, "I gotta know," she spoke between tugs, "One of the five. Were they the one to give you the smile?" the history Matt had with the group, it seemed fitting that one of the were the answer behind his scars.
One last pull brought the gate out of its snag leaving a large enough hole for them to climb out, "I don't mean to intrude. It's just, you never talk about it, and it's kinda there. Guess I'm just curious," the last part had been said more under her breath as Aya cleared the arcade threshold into the next street.
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Post by .Merios on Mar 8, 2011 22:51:06 GMT -5
"I can walk.."
Matthew shakily stood, leaving the mats where they were as a restless, wounded right hand wandered to his side, his numb fingers tapping the grip of his Unica 6- it was still there. Her previous questions still made him hesitant to answer, that and the fact that she even mentioned an 'ex-boyfriend' gave him a shudder as he stood, moving to follow her to the gate as she tore it brick from brick, finally leaving the gate hanging a bit.
"Harriet's the boss, Alchemist. He's.. He's sort of my father. He.. From what I can remember he 'created' me."
He passed through the threshold, following Aya out into the destroyed street. He noticed a small crowd of ursurpers were charging across an alleyway, yelling and hollering as they left a trail of destruction in their wake using wooden bats and bloodied fists powered by adrenaline from a recent rally. Matthew ignored them, following Aya to the Arcade. He stopped at the doorway, leaning up against it as his feet began to regain a bit of feeling.
"I was in London. 'Had a flat there for some time, been gettin' careless"
He began crossing the floor, stepping over downed machines and heading towards the exit. Oddly enough, he could tell Aya knew where she was going. The Citadel was their next stop on the crazy train they were on, and nothing was going to derail her.
"Medusa breached and cleared, taking me out and bringing me to one of their locations, sedating me and tying me to a chair."
Matthew scoffed, retelling the incident gave him a bad taste in his mouth as he ran his tongue along the seam of his scars along the inside of his cheeks."Tortured me to figure out where the Raccoon City's Hive was- the one I originally worked at."
He stepped over a fallen Mortal Kombat machine, following Aya to the back door and pressing through out back into the dusk, the street opened up a bit in the distance and he could see their target destination.
"'Tortured me for hours- back then, I couldn't tell them. Now? Hell I'd drive 'em there.."
He hesitated, but continued, "Water boarding, electric shock- nothing worked on me; Umbrella had trained me too well back then- and I was far too stubborn. Eventually Irish brought out his flashy white knife and cut me from ear to ear and kicked me."
He sighed, stopping for a second and holding his side, leaning a little forward and scanning the street they were on- a boutique with it's windows smashed in, a beading shop and an electronic repair store were all that surrounded them. Nothing of interest. He kept moving.
"Blacked out, woke up in a hospital. Dunno why they let me go, dunno why they want me now of all times."
Aya was starting to get ahead of him- Matthew pushed himself a bit, jogging towards her and moving to match her pace. "Anyway, that's the story. If you start asking about my other scars, I might have to write an autobiography."
[Matthew, Tyson, Nancy and Aya have left the Ramses Hilton Hotel]
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