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Post by Mikey on Apr 25, 2011 2:09:50 GMT -5
“You know, some of the worst s*** in history was preceded by those words.” Tyson said when he heard Aya say she thought they were good. Common last words before industrial accidents in particular. He stood up from his position on one knee, having gone down and used the most stable surface to keep his balance. The floor.
When he was reasonably sure that the place wasn’t going to drop and send them to an impromptu grave several hundred meters under the earth’s surface, he started to look around the room again.
“Workshop…” He repeated, looking around. Didn’t look like any workshop he had ever seen. But his definition and her definition were two entirely different things.
“What do you suppose their building?” He asked the pair of people he traveled with, both more book smart than he. He walked over to one of the tables, taking care not to travel further than Aya had. If there were infrared beams around, he didn’t want to trigger one. And he wouldn’t be surprised if there was more than one power source hanging around.
He picked up what looked like a computer board and looked it over. Looked like any other piece of junk in a computer. Shrugging and tossing it over his shoulder, it landed with a slight crash on the floor. He picked up another and looked over at Matt.
“Think it’d put a damper on things if we just started smashing s***?” He asked, flipping the board over in his hands.
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Post by .Merios on Apr 29, 2011 12:07:27 GMT -5
Matthew stabled himself after the shaking and slightly spinning room made a dip in an unfortunate direction. Within seconds he managed to regain his footing and finally get a good look around, his eyes landing on the precise laser cutter that had been set up for something akin to a booby trap. Stepping towards it, he dug a finger into where the bullet landed and slowly pried it open, tearing the casing from the machine and exposing it's inner workings. Didn't know exactly what he was looking for, but it was worth a shot to see who manufactured these items. Ripping out a few components, he spotted a familiar logo on the ass-end of a calibrator- TriCell. With a grunt, he pulled out of the machine, looking to Tyson as he tossed a component over his shoulder.
“Think it’d put a damper on things if we just started smashing s***?”
Matthew shrugged, heading towards the door leading out but not quite exiting. "TriCell manufactures a bit of this. It's not really our mission, but smash what you want."
The next door leading out into a long glass hallway had a key pad entry. Not the sort of device that'll give way with a swift kick. His fingers danced a bit on the numbers. After three incorrect sequences, he sighed and turned to Aya.
"Four digits. Odds are it's around here somewhere, Medusa probably has safeguards for this sort of thing. If we look around i'm sure we'd figure it out."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 30, 2011 15:08:37 GMT -5
"Hrm," taking a good look at the keypad gave the impression something of high regard were inside, "Alright. Let's double back a bit, see what we can find," Aya said while casually backpedaling away from the door. Her yellow hues stared at her feet most the time; the ivory girl had gotten used to the glass; she couldn't help but admire the surreal look of the architecture, "It's like a labyrinth down here," she slowed while approaching a junction in the corridors, "Something this way."
It was an articulately decorative door, set apart from all the TYPE-M wall receding air lock doors found in the rest of the place. Amongst the metal mold decor were a simple nameplate with 'Duty Manager' inscribed into it, "Les'see what the department lead has," Aya nudged her way through feeling the comfort of carpet beneath her feet. An oak desk looked out a window at several of the research chambers hanging about the cavern, bookshelves and pot plants gave the place a little more warmth.
Running her hand over the long thin leaves of a plant felt the microscopic hairs under her fingertips, 'Not plastic,' the petite scientist thought to herself. Plants in the workplace were mostly only ever used for employee comfort, a little bit of colour was always invigorating; although considering upkeep, allergies, and contamination they were usually just faux-realistic plastic crap as sterile as everything else. There were garden rooms established for recuperation; Aya remembered that well enough from her life in the Hive.
"Bioinorganic Chemistry, Biodiversity, Enzyme Technology..." she let a couple of titles from the spines of lined up books roll of her tongue; it was hard to tell whether this was something all the researchers had to keep up on or if it were just personal preference. Some of them she recognized, quaint exercises in theory penned by deep thinkers of the past.
It was clear they weren't going to find anything hidden amongst science novels. Aya took a seat at the desk, jade screen terminal looking back at her. The PC looked far out of character from modern technology; Medusa must have developed their own OS. The same practicality of something like windows, but definitely opting for their own look of interface. Light jade information and icons sat on top of a flat, dark jade background. It positively glowed of technological superiority. Thankfully the lack of a login was required with it already idled on a desktop; showing just how fast the place might have evacuated.
"I'm willing to bet the DM didn't keep a copy of the code just sitting on their computer," gliding her hand over a white scroll wheel one side of the keypad moved the mouse about the screen, "But being in lead of this sector, there's gotta be some kind of area control they had," it took a moment getting used to how things were prioritized on the OS, how user privileges would work. After booting a few heavily abbreviated tab icons the girl stumbled across door command, "I won't test our luck. I'm only unlocking all doors to the next chamber. We can figure out how to get through the next set once it comes to that."
Returning to the keypad locked door, it slowly hissed open after Aya thumbed the enter key, "This chamber's a lot bigger than the last couple. Resistance might be on the cards in here-" she was cut off when the room ahead came into view. Not much could be seen from where they stood, but it was clear a broad lobby waited ahead of them; a golden handrail ran along the edge of an overlook peering down into the further floors of the chamber.
What had left the bronze haired girl speechless were the three figures standing just ahead of the rail. Female, all identical to each other wearing matching, grey jumpsuits and clean cut short white hair. The left and right figure vanished down a mirrored staircase while the third was kind enough to show off some acrobatics, jumping over the handrail and downwards.
Most importantly were the shockingly close resemblance they shared with Aya.
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Post by Mikey on May 2, 2011 1:52:01 GMT -5
Tyson stopped and took a look around when he saw the project head’s office. Nice place. Did they really care about this guy enough to carpet his office and buy him that desk? Or did they pay him enough that he did it himself? He felt sorry for whoever put the carpet in. Ten to one they got offed as soon as they got the job done. He couldn’t imagine Medusa keeping a crew of carpenters on hand.
“Oh, you gotta be s***ting me…” Tyson muttered, looking out the window at the set of Aya look-a-likes that were presumably coming to kill them. “Bet my idea is looking pretty good right about now.” He said. Drop this place into the hole and be done with it. Hopefully they could expand that idea to this whole place. That would be nice, blow this whole place up. He was betting he wouldn’t get any negative feedback from Aya, not after that little view. But, first things first. He could only hope they weren’t as tough as Aya.
Walking to the edge of the room and peering through the window, he saw a leg disappear from view as the clone who had jumped over the railing got to cover past his field of view.
“I say we avoid one on one, that’s what they expected when they sent three of them after us.” He said. If they thought three were enough, especially when they knew what they were dealing with in Matt, the clones had to be capable. ‘Only one way to find out‘, he thought as he exited the office and started out into the newly opened chamber, leading the way with the barrel of his machine gun.
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Post by .Merios on May 6, 2011 1:17:29 GMT -5
Matthew ignored most of their movements, not paying attention as Aya managed to procure the password for the door. Hell, it wasn't his job. Not having any more responsibility than he already had was something he was looking forward to experiencing. Following Tyson out of the room and back into their previous endeavor, he watched as Aya thumbed in the code and stood in place, frozen almost as if an invisible adhesive tethered her to the cheap imitation carpeting that the room received- bacteria colonies don't thrive on inexpensive inorganic compounds. Perfect.
He scratched his head a bit, moving into view of the doorway just as he saw what looked like a slightly younger, less diminished Aya tumble away out of line of sight. Strange. Mirrors? He brought his right hand down to his side, resting his palm on the grip of his Mateba as he pushed past Aya. Matthew bit his lower lip, stepping up to the railing as Tyson moved past him with his machine gun drawn. Nothing. No sign of the mysterious triplets. Thoughts began to form- cohesive, yes; slightly off kilter and full of doubt and confusion. Medusa? Aya? Too complicated, yet it put a bit of doubt in the pit of his stomach.
"I say we avoid one on one, that’s what they expected when they sent three of them after us."
The weathered nomad turned towards Tyson, slowly shifting his view to the female companion he'd been traveling with for quite some time. Taking two hesitant steps towards her, Matthew's right index finger slid underneath the leather strap holding his hand cannon within the holster, flicking it upwards and unlatching the Unica 6.
Six feet.
Six feet stood between him and his comrade in arms.
"So.. Aya.."The smiley-scarred enigma spoke, his right palm once again resting on the grip of his weapon, his left hand moving up to the back of his neck as he gingerly rubbed it.
"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?"Accusatory. That's how it was intended, and that's sure as hell how it sounded oozing out of his chapped, dry lips.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 6, 2011 13:21:25 GMT -5
She flustered, hunching her shoulders in suggestion of complete ignorance, "I don't know, Matt!" Aya shuffled uncomfortably on the spot trying to find her voice; what just occurred felt surrealistic to the bronze haired girl, "I'm just as surprised to see them as either of you," gesturing between the wanderer and gigantor, trying to shift a bit of the spotlight, "Urgh..."
"Look-" Aya held herself, neck deep in uncertainty and confusion, "Way back, during the first biohazard. An associate of mine, Wade Tallson, and myself came across an Umbrella laboratory we had been searching for," the pale girl's eyes glazed over, staring into nothingness as she recalled the moments from long ago, "A cloning facility. Duplicates of me, right down to the most quantum detail were being tank bred. A modus operandi similar to that of Sergei Vladimir was followed. Just 'one' wasn't enough. As you'd know, Matt, coming across a human who can bond with the Mother virus like we do. It isn't something terribly common."
"We purged the entire facility, and that was before the bombs were dropped," scrunching her nose in malcontent; the lithe commando hadn't expected to see them again, ever, "So much for being thorough. Huh," she looked to Matthew, "As for why they're here..." Aya shrugged again, there were simply no way to put her perplexed ire into words.
Looking over the rail visualized several floors of the research chamber, each changing in application; plenty of places to hide and none of the doppelgangers in sight, "I hate being a burden. Please, you've got to forgive me on this one, but we have to destroy everything on this cloning project. Locating the anchor release to drop this entire place is priority; we'll need to find a way into the next sector before then," a resentful grimace dirtied her expression, "Thought I'd washed my hands of this a long time ago. Seems something had to come back and bite me in the ass."
Turning to face her counterparts, Aya's yellow hues glowed of the severity of the situation, "Tyson's right. We can't take on more than one of them at a time. They'll be equally as strong as me, unless I'm missing some hidden detail," her heavy breathing characterized the lack of preparedness she had been hit with, "Best chance we have is to keep them separated, trap one of them, then bring down the hammer hard and fast."
There was no guarantee what psychological state the doppelgangers were in or the extent of their conditioning. Aya started down the main stairs that headed through the heart of the chamber, it connected with each floor before hitting the lowest level which was visible from where they originally stood far above. Branches of glass corridors would continue onto more chambers from there.
"Just so you know," Aya felt obligated to speak her thoughts, "When it comes to killing them, I won't think any less of either of you. In complete respect I hope you guys don't hesitate in the slightest. Not planning to have a partners arm torn off today."
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Post by Mikey on May 7, 2011 3:10:29 GMT -5
"So.. Aya.. You want to tell me what the hell is going on?” The member of the group who wasn’t a soldier said, the tone of voice making Tyson freeze in his tracks. He slowly turned around and eyed Matt, his grip on the machine gun strapped to his torso tightening. The next words out of Matt’s mouth would determine Tyson’s next action. If push came to shove, if he had to end up choosing a side, his loyalty did and always would lie with the commander who he had never done wrong by him in any of the years they had worked together. To be able to put your life in someone’s hands and trust that they wouldn’t let you down without going down themselves was a powerful feeling. If he had to choose, Aya would be the one he would fight and die for.
“Easy, Matt.” He said quietly, eyeing the man who could probably kill him with little to no effort if he wanted to. That fact didn’t stop him from standing his ground. And if a fight came to pass, he’d do everything in his power to make it as hard as he could for the wanderer.
Aya went on to explain about past experience with clones of herself, and he tried to insert a voice of reason to the obviously antagonistic Matthew.
“There we go. These guys have been doing this as long as Umbrella, right? Isn’t it fair to assume that they stole information from a rival? Or that the facility that you purged had backups at another location?” He said, putting his statements in the forms of questions to try and make Matt think of answers to them. And to think about how none of what he said was all that far fetched?
"I hate being a burden. Please, you've got to forgive me on this one, but we have to destroy everything on this cloning project. Locating the anchor release to drop this entire place is priority; we'll need to find a way into the next sector before then.” She said, and Tyson nodded. He’d wanted to do that to begin with. Then, it was just a way to f**k things up for the bad guys. Now, it had turned into a favor to a friend. They’d bring this thing down if he had to go out and chew through the cables suspending it in the air.
"When it comes to killing them, I won't think any less of either of you. In complete respect I hope you guys don't hesitate in the slightest. Not planning to have a partners arm torn off today." She said, and Tyson nodded.
“I like my arms where they are, let’s go get the little b*tches.” He said, thinking on his wording for a moment.
“No offense.” He added, glancing at Aya.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 7, 2011 14:36:35 GMT -5
"Judging by appearance, I'd say they haven't developed much since the original project. Abilities and the like," Aya spoke while moving to save time, heels clicking on each step as they descended down the stairs, "That'll include knowledge and experience. Not sure how much that fact helps, exactly..." lowering her voice to address Matthew outside earshot of the doppelgangers, "I'd never versed an advanced human before. They won't be expecting your level of strength, Matt. Might be able to use that against them."
Fighting copies of the virile girl came across more difficult than imagined; it made Aya realize just how much she had neglected reflection of her own physiology. Fighting anybody equal in power never crossed her mind; even traveling with Matthew hadn't generated food for thought on the issue. It just didn't seem practical. However the more she dwell on it the more it made sense something like this were bound to happen.
Floors 1, 2 and 3 of the chamber were fairly open; plenty of space and the lack of walls. Aya had paused, putting her fist in the air. The level the three stood at had "Research" inscribed onto a small plaque on the rail; it had that bleach white colour to it with everything, even a lonely pencil being a bright shade. Chrome design for desks and decorative trimmings, doorways, windows, gave it the space age, futuristic look it deserved. Multiple rooms had been sectioned off with air tight doors controlling changes in atmosphere for varying materials.
A flash of movement had caught Aya's attention, eyes widening in predatory caution soaking up every last bit of surrounding. Walking past work benches and equipment, she signaled for Tyson to keep a close bead on their flanks while preparing for a ruse. So much of her wished they could telepathically communicate, just so it was impossible for them to be heard.
Volume of the chamber was next to non-existent. No matter how gentle you breathed it still came out like a fog horn on a nonchalant night, even Aya's signals were becoming more and more subtle. She had issued their movement ceased again, "I think one's through that door," looking at a large, chrome sliding door in a narrow alcove 20 feet ahead of them, "Let's get inside, lock the door behind us, then lock any other exits there might be. Coop it up."
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Post by Mikey on May 9, 2011 4:16:40 GMT -5
"Judging by appearance, I'd say they haven't developed much since the original project. Abilities and the like.” Aya said, and Tyson had to interject.
“I think we’d all agree that appearances can be deceiving. And who knows what kind of genetic modifying these ones have gone through in the past few years.” He added. They were the type to go in and f**k with genetics, the trio knew that from the as of yet un-encountered BOW’s they had dealt with three rooms back.
They descended from the office and made their way into the next chamber, the white and sterile environment hitting them like a punch in the face. White, chrome, the smell of crisp nothingness filled the air. A clean facility filled with clean rooms. They would cease to be soon enough.
They soon stopped and Aya laid out the plan for catching the first of the three, and Tyson let out a simple nod. The slight clank of metal and the groan of stretching leather sounded off loudly in the room void of any other sound, and he cringed slightly. Would they even be able to sneak up on this thing if simple footsteps sounded off like gunshots?
That remained to be seen. He stuck to the back as the group began to move foreword again, Tyson doing his best to stay quieter than he had been. Not much luck there.
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Post by .Merios on May 12, 2011 1:26:53 GMT -5
Matthew kept pace, his mind wandering to his past. The sights- smells, even the taste of the crisp, oxygenated air filling his lungs was reminiscent of the tragedy that befell him so many years ago. As he descended the stairs behind Aya, he couldn't help but look back once or twice as they walked, keeping a weary eye on the soldier that had just minutes before threatened him- not directly, but he knew it. Medusa was doing what they did best- get into people's heads; literally and figuratively. As the trio stopped in the sterile, white-washed room, Aya held up a fist which signaled for them to stop moving. Fine. He wasn't in the mood to fight any orders.
"Let's get inside, lock the door behind us, then lock any other exits there might be. Coop it up."
Matthew moved to the door- it was shut, obviously, but it was a sliding mechanical door akin to the previous mechanisms they've bested along the way. He stepped to it, noticing the meat of the door actually sunk into the frame, which meant nothing to grab and pry open. He sighed, turning to Aya and Tyson as he leaned next to the door. No immediate means of entry, besides opening it remotely or tearing it down. Apparently the computer didn't manage to unlock this specific door- or it's being jammed from the other side.
"I don't like it any more than you do, but if we're getting in there it won't be silent- they'll know we're coming."
Looking back and forth to the two soldiers, he continued speaking. "Trained similarly to you, Aya, these... Copies are probably just as intuitive as you are. Which means they know we're coming already."
Pushing away from the door, he took two steps towards Tyson, standing a mere three feet away, sticking his hands into his jacket pockets and swaying a bit on the balls of his feet.
"You'll be the first target. They won't fight all three of us at once, no matter the situation. If Aya thought about it, odds are the clones did as well. The best we can do is prepare ourselves- no use in hoping for the best possible scenario."
He sniffed a bit, sucking a bit of air into his nostrils as he stepped around the two, taking a long look around. The flat taps of his boots smacking against the hard floor, echoing about the chamber.
"Call me a pessimist, but we can't get much further knowing they could be around each corner."
The nomad stopped, turning to completely face the two.
"We can't be jumping at shadows. We have to hunt them down and think like they do," he let out an arrogant smirk, "fortunately we can." His eyes wandered to Aya, looking her figure up and down.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 13, 2011 8:03:39 GMT -5
The Cheshire grin made a solid point amongst all his charismatic mannerisms. Nodding, although she couldn't claim to know everything about what they were up against, Aya would at least be able to give them a head start, "Okay. Let's pretend they know who I am," It were only fair to assume her copies could recognize a clone with a difference, "It's likely they'll try to break me away from you two in an attempt to make you more vulnerable. Dilute the challenge, so to speak," her words were wet with irony, thinking of ways that she would attack the trio were she in different shoes, "Otherwise you will be the first target, Ty. Biggest of the group, biggest problem. May need to ad-lib when it comes to that."
Certain timorous qualities hijacked the pale girl after turning back to the door, "Any cover large enough to shield my size will be a hiding spot for them," her idea of an ambush came to mind, "Once we're inside, locate cover of your own," and as much she came to expect certain things, "You'll go in first, Tyson," playing the ruse would be punctual in their success; making it seem like the masked, laconic looking, big guy squad member were the muscle of the crew had benefits of making Matthew and Aya appear less confronting.
Velcro tore as the astute girl pulled a piece of C4 out from one of Tyson's pouches, sizing it reasonably and poking the detonation pin in. Just as Matthew had assessed, there were no real hint to how the door opened; they would just have to blow a hole straight through, sticking the plastic explosive dead centre. As much as either of the enhanced sapiens could bash it down it were important to keep up the ruse.
Aya signaled for them to stack up and back up, "Fire in the hole." the explosion was abrupt, the three hopping through a massive torn open hole in no time. Aya's posture remained low as hair on the back of her neck stood up, her perception feeling danger looming over them as she dived for a desk just before automatic gunfire opened up from separate corners of the room. Gripping a leg of the table she flipped it over keeping her head down, bullets crashing through all objects.
From the top of a metal shelf come one of the doppelgangers, leaping down onto where Tyson took cover and beginning its assault. Aya rolled onto her back aiming the Tavor between her legs, three round burst spitting out of the muzzle. Fuming lead crash landed into the top of the assailants shoulder and right cheek, neck jerking from the force of the projectile. The white haired girl backed off finding itself in a difficult position, shoving a chemical container out of the way to reach cover.
One of the full auto streams had ceased. Aya lost track of the second gunner paying for it with a hay-maker to the face feeling like 5000 newtons had just sent her across the room. Glass shattered at her back, traveling through the window of a narrow space and into another room. This had been their move, the pale commando was separated from her partners.
Moving a hand to her jaw, holding it carefully after the agony of what felt like dislocation. Propping herself up with one hand to see where she had come from, tripping over herself to get back onto her feet in a daze. Matthew and Tyson would have to hold it together until she could get back into a reasonable formation with them.
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Post by Mikey on May 18, 2011 21:29:49 GMT -5
The explosion sounded and Tyson entered the room on point, bullets flying from all corners of the room as the clones put out fire against the attacking force. Tyson returned fire, concentrating on one side of the room for the time being. Armor piercing rounds cut through the cover they were using, the thin metal shelving and wooden desks doing nothing to stop the rounds he was firing.
He saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, saw one of the clones attacking Aya. He almost turned to try and fend it off, but something told him not to. He began the turn, only to whip his weapon back as the clone he had been firing on leapt over a pile of debris that used to be shelves. He could see a bit of blood, not much. It looked like he had only hit once or twice out of the forty or more rounds he had put out in it’s direction. But he couldn’t miss now.
Aiming for just a moment, he held down his trigger again and sent out a full auto blast of lead toward the clone who was charging him. He hoped this worked, because he knew he was in for a lot of hurting if the clone fought through the assault and made it to him.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 23, 2011 11:12:28 GMT -5
In relation to where they all stood, Tyson and Matthew remained in the large service area while Aya had been blasted into an adjacent room. A small maintenance office, narrow compared to the room she were just in, large enough for a scramble to take place.
Standing just across from her blocking to doorway out were one of the doppelgangers. It stood stern, the solid expression painted on its features destroying all impressions of any autonomy. Aya held the back of her hand to her jaw, still feeling sore. Her copy tossed an empty, smoking M249 to the side; discarding it like an unloved toy. It took one false step toward Aya for both of them to engage each other, charging like mad bulls, locking into a grapple.
The copy wrapped its arm around the back of Aya's neck, holding her down; she responded in jabbing its ribcage several times, softening it up before hugging the copy's waistline and lifting it up over her head.
They both came crashing down backwards, Aya rolled over after being freed of the headlock. The copy had gotten to its feet quickly, taking a kick at Aya who were still on all fours. The pale girl only managed to block twice receiving the third kick to the chest, which surprisingly raised her off the ground, shoulders crashing into a cabinet.
Dodging a punch lodged the doppelganger's fist into the cabinet, breaking right through the metal. Aya tackled it to the floor, popping its shoulder out in the process. She constricted the copy, legs wrapped around its stomach while holding its good arm down, gradually pulling its head around to the point of no return.
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Post by Mikey on May 25, 2011 4:07:11 GMT -5
The clone continued to advance, against the flow of rounds that Tyson was putting out. It zoomed from one side to another, just quick enough to avoid the muzzle of his M60 as he tried to sweep back and forth to get a line on his target. Their hastily laid plan seemed to be falling apart. He knew Aya was isolated from the pair, and he had one coming toward him. He had no line on the third, probably over causing Matt some problems. When she was too close to try and swing his weapon over to fire, Tyson stopped firing and did what seemed like the best idea at the time. He swung his leg out, impacting the metal shin plate with the clone’s side, trying to knock her down to execute her.
It turned out to be a bad idea… Weather she expected it or if she just had damn good reflexes, or both, she caught his leg just as it would have impacted and pushed. With little to no effort, she pushed him to the ground and began to advance again. With a foot on his chest plate, she started to bend down to finish her prey when the prey proved that it was most dangerous when cornered.
Grabbing with his left hand, he grabbed a fist full of hair and ripped his Glock from it’s holster, jamming it against the clone’s stomach and holding the trigger down. Small caliber full auto fire was heard as .45 ACP rounds ripped into and out of the attacker. The magazine was dry in a few seconds, and Tyson rocketed himself to a sitting position as quickly as he could and used the most simple weapon in his arsenal.
Slamming his face into hers with enough force to knock her back, he rolled to his stomach and sprang to his knees, turning back as he reloaded his handgun and expected the clone to be back up. But, she looked like any normal person would after they took the kind of punishment she had. She was on the ground, quickly bleeding out and slipping from this world to the next. In an instant, she went still and Tyson was on his feet again. Pushing the weapon back into its holster, he pulled up his machine gun again and began to look for the other two.
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Post by .Merios on May 29, 2011 13:10:59 GMT -5
Matthew slinked into the room, breaking away from Aya and Ty on purpose as he moved past the first line of cover, taking a short dive behind a metal cabinet parallel to where the first clone was, firing down. Being hidden wasn't much of his strong suit, but from where he was currently- it wasn't a big issue. Aya was dealing with her own personal clone and Tyson was having a shootout with another. His combatant hasn't shown herself yet. The Mateba was withdrawn almost instinctively but he hesitated, sliding it back into it's holster. There was no way- if these clones were like Aya, he wouldn't be able to get a shot off let alone two.
From his position against the metal cabinet, he heard what sounded like a heavy object smacking against the top shelf, shaking the whole structure momentarily before gunfire erupted above him. It had to be. Matthew stood, taking his chance and backing up a step, throwing his right foot forward and stomping hard against the second shelf of the cabinet, the metal groaned and creaked as the shelving unit starting tipping in his direction. As the top shelf inched nearer, the Enigma quickly jumped up and gripped his right beaten, worn hand around the hot barrel and ripping it forward, taking the owner with it.
Aya. He was flipping Aya onto the ground. An inner monologue made him smirk as he judo-threw the body onto the hard ground and tearing the large gun from her hands like taking candy from a sleeping baby. With ease, he tossed the weapon aside and dropped into fighting stance as the clone rolled to her feet and took up a stance of her own.
"Special forces....I can tell by your weight... Too bad it won't help you."
She rushed forward- fast, too fast. Pain tinged in his jaw as something connected with it, sending him recoiling back a step. Before reaction was a possibility, a foot was sent into his lower back, dropping him to his knees. Within seconds he felt lithe, fragile arms wrap around his neck. Matthew instinctively reached up and held fast against them, struggling hard against this machine. Something inside clicked. The once-jade pools of his iris flickered and disappeared, replaced by the rather jarring image of a long dead company; a stark reminder of his past.
Everything seemed to almost slow down a bit and his fingers dug deep into the folds of her arms, grunting and pulling forward, yanking her over him once again and tossing her forward. He stood up, not giving her a chance to stand as he rushed towards her and lifted his left knee, connecting with her nasal cavity. The sickening pop resounded as something gave way beneath his kneecap- the girl's body was sent backwards onto the ground, skidding a few feet. He stepped up to her, standing beside her and watching to make sure she wouldn't move. When he was secure enough that she was down, he turned to leave. Bad mistake.
A foot swept him off his feet, dropping him low as another struck him in the chest and sent him crashing into the wall, bits of fiberglass and wood splintered around the cracked dent his body made. He sighed, opening his eyes and pulling himself from the debris as the clone stood there, wiping the crimson-covered nose that he recently shattered.
"Sorry about that, love. It had to be done."
He spoke, sputtering out a jagged breath. She yelled, rushing at him again and throwing out a haymaker. Not having much of a chance to react, Matthew just back pedaled- even the wind on the punch would make a bruise. As the arm came around full circle, Matthew reached up underneath of it with his own left and hooked it, bringing his right arm up around her neck backwards and expertly sliding his right foot between hers, pushing his body forwards and gripping tight at all possible angles, tugging her hard into a gut-wrenching position. An audible scream echoed throughout the room as he pulled with his left arm and heaved his body down, her body contorting like a twisted ballerina.
She was struggling. At this point, there wasn't much she could do. Matthew held tight, tugging a bit more and a bit more, slowly pulling her right arm out of socket and ripping screams out of her chest with each movement. It was unbearable- a regular human would be unconscious at this point, which lead him to accept his original assumption. With one final pull, Matthew twisted his own body in a circle and dropped her to the ground, his left foot planting itself onto her shoulder blade near her neck as he kicked and applied pressure as he pulled away. A loud pop signaled a bone-chilling scream from the clone as he applied pressure one more time, kicking against her own weight and giving it one final hard tug, holding the pressure and gnashing his teeth as he endured her loud yell.
The arm gave way.
Within seconds the nearby wall was streaked with crimson. As Matthew stumbled back, the wall, ceiling, cabinet, ground- anything that was nearby got streaked with a generous spray of crimson. He stood for a moment, staring at the writhing body of the clone on the ground, bits of gore and broken nerves and blood vessels spilling out onto the pristine, white floor like angel hair pasta. He dropped the arm onto the ground with a plop, backing up a bit as the large pool of blood made it's way towards him. With a quick movement, he withdrew his Mateba and stepped into the puddle, stepping towards the downed clone and kneeling next to her.
"Sorry it had to come to.. This."
As she was writhing incoherently, he placed the barrel underneath of her left ear, attempting to keep it in place due to the rapid, unpredictable head movements. He squeezed the trigger. The wall on her left was immediately hit by a large caliber round followed by the facial features of Aya and scraps of flesh and brain matter topped with a bit of red. The skull collapsed onto the ground and the body gave a final twitch before it lay still. The smiley-scarred beast stood, setting his Mateba back into it's holster with remorse and turned around, looking to Tyson as he stood over his enemy who was profusely bleeding and lying still. Where was Aya?
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