Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 21, 2011 0:18:47 GMT -5
The "Wing" of the building they were in was quite narrow, and all halls and rooms either side of the main corridor had windows looking out to the University grounds. There were good chance they would find a way down.
Placing her bare left shoulder against the door across the corridor, Aya shunted the wooden panel popping the handle out from the other side; it launched across the room rattling to a halt on the other side. The door swung open freely after.
Aya burst through in a flurry, FNP irons hovering up the incline of student desks. Hairs floated behind turned over tables and for a moment a set of frightened eyes popped up to see who had broken in. Aya kissed her vertical finger, begging for them to remain silent as she relaxed the trigger and held an open palm that she were not there for them.
Hollow percussion came while moving across the wooden floor; as meticulously high class the University were it had not aged well, although Aya presumed that was to maintain the elegance of its history. She pulled a window open and leaned out, "Tch. No dice," seeing no reasonable way for a normal human being to climb down to her left or right.
Over the perimetre wall smoke lifted up towards the sky, orange flickers against adjacent building walls personified the started fires. It was heating up quickly, the people of Cairo were fed up with their leader; Aya had to give them credit for making a stand, however she couldn't condone the injury of innocents.
A sharp crack penetrated her ear drum, whispering in exclamation, "Matthew!" the unmistakable sound of his Mateba rounding off. It was only one shot; she could not imagine many individuals winning over him; illustrating the worst case scenario in her mind was always a bad habit, though.
Jogging back into the corridor, three students bolstered out the door across from her skidding to a halt after spotting another muzzle glaring at them. The two guys crashed into each other, the girl holding them rather well from completely flattening her. They looked caught in the headlights for a moment before scrambling down the hallway far-far away from Aya.
She spotted the broken nose one of the male students had and smirked.
Across the other side of the greenhouse roof propped up against the wall was an extended ladder, wedged into a garden bed to remain in place. Aya perched like a gargoyle at the edge keeping an eye on the surrounding area while waiting for the three to catch up, pointing a cursory finger at the ladder and the ground below before climbing down it first.
Narrow stone paths wound through waist high garden beds, the entire garden itself feeling quite cramped for movement. A steep staircase leading up to a pair of olive iron gates denoted their way out, the tail light of a sedan barely visible from the base of the stair set, "Up here," Speaking amongst breathing made Aya sound moderately exhausted, climbing the stairs two at a time.
A small staff car park filled the walled off section, half covered in shadow from an low overpass filled with protesters and riot police. In the darkness heading under the pass were several students and lecturers, looking to get away. This looked like their perfect escape, "Sneaky way out," Aya holstered her sidearm, "Bypass right under their noses. Let's get somewhere a little more civilized, then find our way back to the hotel."
Taking off at a jog, her eyes adjusted to the lack of light under the bridge. A Doppler shriek fell from the bridge, the face of a protester crash landing into the bitumen. Aya bounced over the limp body which had fallen at her feet; a casualty of a just cause. Unavoidable and unforgettable.
Placing her bare left shoulder against the door across the corridor, Aya shunted the wooden panel popping the handle out from the other side; it launched across the room rattling to a halt on the other side. The door swung open freely after.
Aya burst through in a flurry, FNP irons hovering up the incline of student desks. Hairs floated behind turned over tables and for a moment a set of frightened eyes popped up to see who had broken in. Aya kissed her vertical finger, begging for them to remain silent as she relaxed the trigger and held an open palm that she were not there for them.
Hollow percussion came while moving across the wooden floor; as meticulously high class the University were it had not aged well, although Aya presumed that was to maintain the elegance of its history. She pulled a window open and leaned out, "Tch. No dice," seeing no reasonable way for a normal human being to climb down to her left or right.
Over the perimetre wall smoke lifted up towards the sky, orange flickers against adjacent building walls personified the started fires. It was heating up quickly, the people of Cairo were fed up with their leader; Aya had to give them credit for making a stand, however she couldn't condone the injury of innocents.
A sharp crack penetrated her ear drum, whispering in exclamation, "Matthew!" the unmistakable sound of his Mateba rounding off. It was only one shot; she could not imagine many individuals winning over him; illustrating the worst case scenario in her mind was always a bad habit, though.
Jogging back into the corridor, three students bolstered out the door across from her skidding to a halt after spotting another muzzle glaring at them. The two guys crashed into each other, the girl holding them rather well from completely flattening her. They looked caught in the headlights for a moment before scrambling down the hallway far-far away from Aya.
She spotted the broken nose one of the male students had and smirked.
"Aya! I think I found something!"
Joining Matthew at the lecture hall window after his call, leaning out and spotting the makeshift bridge, "Nice one," it looked like the plank ran over to the roof of a greenhouse built into the Uni; glass walls shimmering in the Middle Eastern sun, plenty of support along the roof from the metal bars holding it up, "Go get Ty and Nancy. I'll take a look," she spoke while climbing out the window.Across the other side of the greenhouse roof propped up against the wall was an extended ladder, wedged into a garden bed to remain in place. Aya perched like a gargoyle at the edge keeping an eye on the surrounding area while waiting for the three to catch up, pointing a cursory finger at the ladder and the ground below before climbing down it first.
Narrow stone paths wound through waist high garden beds, the entire garden itself feeling quite cramped for movement. A steep staircase leading up to a pair of olive iron gates denoted their way out, the tail light of a sedan barely visible from the base of the stair set, "Up here," Speaking amongst breathing made Aya sound moderately exhausted, climbing the stairs two at a time.
A small staff car park filled the walled off section, half covered in shadow from an low overpass filled with protesters and riot police. In the darkness heading under the pass were several students and lecturers, looking to get away. This looked like their perfect escape, "Sneaky way out," Aya holstered her sidearm, "Bypass right under their noses. Let's get somewhere a little more civilized, then find our way back to the hotel."
Taking off at a jog, her eyes adjusted to the lack of light under the bridge. A Doppler shriek fell from the bridge, the face of a protester crash landing into the bitumen. Aya bounced over the limp body which had fallen at her feet; a casualty of a just cause. Unavoidable and unforgettable.