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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 15, 2011 12:37:02 GMT -5
Elita found the young man's blood lust to be tasteless. It must have been typical hereditary Yakuza crass because she could sense a damper lifting from Rain's virility, his movement containing more vigor than before.
She stood beside the window, waiting patiently for Kaz to follow Rain onto the rooftop before stepping out herself and sliding a shoji screen over the shattered opening. With a blink the ghost's HUD tagged Kazuhiko's biometrics shining a pearl outline around him; if the loan shark's son felt a subconscious obligation to step into her line of fire the vambraces would keep her finger off the trigger.
They slid down the tiles together, feet slamming against the gutter to cut inertia. Sounds of two assassins perishing at the hands of Rain were only just heard, spotting the end result looking over the edge. Elita gently lowered herself down leaving Kaz to reach the deck himself; it wasn't the worst escort assignment, at least he would be able to look after himself unlike most corporate fat cat VIPs.
If they had any run in with a Komori ninja, though; well, all the widow could testify were her skills would be tested. Mishima might have had reams of martial arts training, but it wouldn't measure up against being schooled in the art of killing since childhood.
Unsheathing her knife, holding it with the M27s foregrip; they proceeded down the walkway that went around the entire floor still standing one story above the ground. Threat tracers pinged as Elita reached the corner, assassins stepping around to face them. The suppressed M27 jumped thrice, rounds hitting the first man in the head while the following two plunged into the second assassin's chest. There were still one more assailant around the corner, likely coming under shock from his comrades suddenly dying, but unable to pull back on his speed.
The assassin ran chest first into Elita's knife, casually risen from its spot at her rifle's foregrip. With what motion remained she swung the man around throwing him over his partners and crashing into the wooden handrail, splitting and splintering it as he broke through falling to the ground below.
The Tricell ghoul analyzed remaining walkway around the corner for any more threats, green light signing off from the edge of her contact lens, "Clear," Elita reported while nearing another lower rooftop, sheathing her knife before climbing over.
A magnificent view of a quaint peach tree garden resided at the grounds at the rear end of the estate, the mansion garage waited on the other side. Elita jumped down, feet crunching gravel of the driveway upon landing. Crossing the path as she waited for Rain and Kaz to climb down after her. Biometrics scanning were yet to pick up anything of hostile relation. The widow's perceptive pessimism felt wrong of the situation.
"Rain," she whispered. Elita did not say anything else, she only wanted to let the Monitor know of the bad feeling that coagulated her senses; situational awareness focused on the ambush which waited ahead of them.
Crossing into the peach tree garden felt like entering enemy territory. Rows of pink blossoms filled a broad area, a faint smell of peach reaching her nose. Unfortunately all tranquility were lost in the pouring rain and tense atmosphere. A petal clipped off a branch, falling through the air, landing gracefully on stilt grass.
Without any warning Elita suddenly engaged her optical camouflage, vanishing from sight.
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Post by wrath on May 15, 2011 15:37:07 GMT -5
Raizo studied the three people as the moved. Mishima and the Male Agent were in the lead. The Female was behind them, as if she was back up. Raizo dropped down to thier level and kept his position a secert. That was his foremost job, it was better that no party knew of his exsistence. That would be shortlived though, because a Assassin was moving behind Elita. This one was better than his allies. Raizo barely noticed the Assassin.
The man moved up behind Elita but was intercepted before firing at her. Raizo dropped to the ground, and tossed his chain blade. It landed in the man's shoulder, he howled out in pain. It was loud enough for Elita to hear. Raizo threw the chain over his shoulder and used his free hand to wind himself closer. Once within reach, he used his leg that was furthest away from the Yakuza assassin. Raizo's kick landed on the man's shin making him drop to the ground. He flipped over the man's shoulder and wrapped the chain around his neck. With a flick of his wrists. Raizo broke the man's neck.
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Post by Arkaym on May 16, 2011 12:36:30 GMT -5
Kaz felt like following the male agent in impressively cartwheeling from the slanted roof to swing onto the walkway. He may well be able to pull it off too, but... After so many months with no action and with no warm up, he realised he'd probably pull a muscle, which his rescuers certainly wouldn't appreciate.
So instead, he followed suit with the female agent, lowering himself down and watching her take out some agents. As they walked past the two men the male agent had wounded, Kazuhiko raised his pistol and finished them off, the bloodlust visible in his eyes. Even here, near his study, Kaz could see the corpses of some of his closest friends.
"The Yakuza will pay."
His voice rang out across the room, perhaps louder than he had intended it. Kaz's voice was slightly hoarse and tainted with rage. What the yakuza had done was unforgivable. Kazuhiko didn't even know what they wanted him for, as he highly doubted that a business rival would hire yakuza.
He followed the female agent down into his gardens. The smell there normally calmed him, allowed him to forget how much he loathed his current life, but right now the petals smelt bitter and loathsome. Things seemed... Odd. When the female agent spoke, it just confirmed his suspicions. An ambush probably lay ahead. He was about to form a plan with the two agents, when a scream wailed out from behind the female agent.
As an assassin fell and was executed, Kaz raised both his pistols at this newcomer, who seemed to be on their side. ''Who are you?'' His voice was noticably threatening. He was in no mood for games.
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Post by KR0R1C on May 17, 2011 12:55:56 GMT -5
"The Yakuza will pay."
Rain agreed with the Mishima boy to an extent. However at the same time it made him regret what he would have to tell him later. He obviously didnt know the difference between Yakuza clans, but most people didnt until they became members. He followed the group down into the garden with a front flip over the guard rail. He heard Elita whisper to him before activating her camo. About the same time a new comer took out a lone enemy. Rain figured this guy had to be the one who contacted him earlier. He'd have to give the guy some props he'd done one hell of a job to stay hidden on his own up to this point. As Mishima questioned the guy, Rain switched to his interal comms so that no one outside could hear. "This is bad, they are pouring in here quicker than I thought. If we dont get out soon we will be at an extreme disadvantage. And do you know anything about this guy?" Referring to the new comer.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 18, 2011 9:59:10 GMT -5
"This is bad, they are pouring in here quicker than I thought. If we dont get out soon we will be at an extreme disadvantage. And do you know anything about this guy?"
Cringing in discovery at the message crossing over her gateway. Elita had been keeping all radio waves shut out before then, and now that her position had been compromised half a dozen threat tracers picked up on hostile movement less than two metres away from her. Albeit being the invisible woman, she were like a shining beacon to the Komori who hid amongst the peach trees.
Leaning backwards in evasion, seeing herself in her own reflection of the blade traveling over her face only inches away. She thought she had made it obvious enough dropping into her camo, but maybe they really did need to employ the sensory syncing molecular electronics Tricell had put on the platter the last couple of years.
There were no telling how many hostile forces were in the peach tree grove alone, but the white widow knew there were enough to be a problem.
"I don't know." her connection came across strangely well composed in comparison to how close she were coming to decapitation at the same moment, "Not the issue."
From how quickly the ghost had to move her optics began to warp, even to the naked eye her curves could be seen passing amongst the veil. What she were about to say next would put her position in even more jeopardy, but it had to be done, "Kazuhiko get to the garage and secure a vehicle now!" not only were she removing him from the danger of the fight, it would also get them a means of transport out of here sooner.
She had raised her knife fast enough to stop the katana slicing straight through her shoulder and into her heart; it had still gashed the skin, cutting a tear into her suit. There were never any time for awe at that sort of thing. Elita had already snap drawn her Five Seven once the ninja realized his attack hadn't killed her and fired a shot into his pelvis, parrying the katana away before jabbing at his throat with her hand holding the knife, deliberately missing so that the blade connected with his neck instead of her fist.
Optics reengaged, Elita routed all other power to her biometric scanners in the hope of maintaining a constant lock on each of the hostiles in the area.
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Post by Arkaym on May 20, 2011 10:12:55 GMT -5
Kaz turned to Elita and nodded, before sprinting hastily towards the garage. He had heart about the Komori and didn't like what he knew. They were deadly, and he feared for Elita's life. But she wasn't his friend, he felt no obligation to help her, so he obeyed and ran directly to the garage on the other side of the peach garden.
After what seemed like an eternity of running, a fear of the Komori rooted deep in his chest. Finally, he reached the seemingly-empty garage. Slamming the door shut behind him, he jogged over to his vintage Lotus car. Truth be told, he'd spent a lot of money on flashy cars and lacked anything efficient. The Lotus was one of few four-seater cars he owned. Fumbling for the keys, he thought he heard someone else in the room. Spinning around, he saw nobody. Another noise, closer. This had to be a Komori...
Panicking, the keys clattered to the floor. ''S-show yourself!'' Kaz barked into the darkness of the huge garage, speaking in Japanese. His eyes darted across the room, his back thudding into the red car. The Komori obeyed. It seemed to last just a second, but there he was, a few steps in front of Kaz. His lips dry, his eyes bloodshot from fear, Kaz raised both pistols and fired madly. Shots lit up the entire garage with bright flashes and with every shot Kaz spotted the Komori in a different part of the garage. Finally, his guns clicked, empty. Fast footsteps were audible as Kaz was frozen in place in fear, and then the Komori struck.
The cold steel of the sword slid into Kaz's ribs, a pained gasp escaping from his mouth. The Komori stayed in place for a second and twisted the sword, blood beginning to drip out steadily from the wound. But the Komori had fallen for Kaz's trick. As much as the wound hurt, pain coursing through his body, he'd been taught and trained to ignore the pain, to avoid freezing up and just bleeding to death. His hand snatched up and grabbed the Komori's arm firmly, whilst his other hand grabbed his sword and lashed out, semi-decapitating the assassin. As the Komori's body collapsed, life leaving him quickly, Kaz pulled the the sword from his ribs quickly, tossing it aside.
He unlocked the jeep and climbed inside, leaning back against the seat in pain, hoping the two agents would arrive soon.
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Post by KR0R1C on May 20, 2011 11:36:48 GMT -5
s***! Rookie mistake. Rain had given away Elita's position and it put her in danger. He had to redeem himself. He let one of his disks fly splitting the Achilles Tendon of one of the attackers he fell to the ground screaming. As this happened Rain put his other disk away and pulled up his Vector. It was time to work fast. He dropped to his knee and flipped the selector to the two-shot burst. He pulled the trigger three times and put down three of the Komori. His disk made its way back to him. He caught it in his left hand just in time to use it to swat away a blade coming down from his right. A second blade clipped his rib cage as he turned. Reflexively he slung the edge of the disk into the second attackers throat as he fired into the first chest with his firearm. Both men fell.
Rain noticed as Mishima ran into the facility heading on toward the garage. They couldn't leave him alone for too long, he was the actual target of the Komori after all. A few more Yakuza began approaching from a distance. Flipping the selector to Full-Auto the Specter sprayed the rest of his clip in their direction to buy himself some time. His waypoint marked Elita's location on his HUD, he thought about calling out to her instead of using the radio to let her know he was heading on after Mishima. But he chose not to. Elita wasn't dumb, she could read the situation and would know the second he went after him.
Rain amped up the suits power output and launched himself into the facility. He entered the garage and saw a blood spilled across the concrete further down behind several vehicles. At this angle he couldn't see the body to make out who it was but he feared the worst. When he came around the corner he saw it was komori that had been killed more blood led into a jeep nearby. Mishima was hurt. He jumped into the driver seat of the Jeep and looked him over. He'd been stabbed, his vitals displayed on the orange HUD. He'd lost a lot of blood and would need attention soon. Rain hoped Elita would show up soon. Her vambraces held enough medicine to keep you doped up for weeks. Maybe she would be able to help him. All Rain could do for now was hand him a coat he saw in the back of the Jeep.
"Hold this tight against the wound. We'll be gone as soon as Ms. Florence gets here."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 21, 2011 12:53:40 GMT -5
The Komori adored close quarters combat; Elita made evading contact with their edged weapons priority. It was a poor secret that the assassins were notorious for lacing their blades with poison, every reported conflict recorded such tactics being used.
More and more they laid on pressure, quite literally an invisible war. If it hadn't been for the ghost's optics she would be dead by now regardless of how agile she were; but the longer the theatrics went on the sooner the ninjas would get used to the veil. It were only a matter of time.
High tensile metal clinked together. Finally Elita maneuvered a perfect parry, weaving around a katana thrust over her shoulder and blocking with her knife; the sword slipped into one of the slots in her blade and with a twist the widow wrenched the hostile's sword from his grip. Now it were her's, the knife becoming a tanto in this change of hands.
Having an offensive blade changed things, her edged weaponry training could truly show its colours. Elita's threat tracer picked up an upward slash from behind, blocking the attack with her knife while spinning around she immediately followed up with a wild left hook swinging her katana at the ninja's rib cage. It lodged into the his torso, cutting into his liver; further damage were caused as the ghost pulled the blade free slipping it coarsely out of his body.
Another attacker approach from her right, narrowly blocking this next blade from splitting her spinal colon in two. Elita pushed his katana away with her tanto. Already he pulled his weapon away for another attack, raising it high above his head. As the blade came down the widow blocked with her own katana, seemingly weak to incite the benefit of the doubt, just before kicking him in the groin. The arched posture he took from the blow gave plenty of opportunity to plunge her knife into his face.
The Komori were becoming more cautious now; movement had dimmed; the white widow had, after all, dispatched two of them in the space of eleven seconds. Shadows moved around the peach tree garden, sprinkling rain pushing pink petals from their seats forcing them to float about aimlessly.
A lonely katana dropped to the ground drawing all imposing eyes to it. An unmanned prop. The owner of which emerged to pick it up, looking around for where the ghost had gotten to. Another ninja emerged to meet with his counterpart, looking at each other, perplexed at how she had just disappeared without a trace.
The blood matched that of Mishima's staining a large portion near their means of escape. Elita scowled, "Drive," she ordered Rain, pointing to the drivers seat before climbing into the back. The ghost held her palm over the wound, holographic display booting to show a detail of the injury.
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Post by Arkaym on May 24, 2011 12:38:47 GMT -5
As Kaz held the jacket against his wound, holding the blood loss temporarily, he couldn't help but grin. Then he giggled slightly. ''I just killed a Komori...'' His proud smile never left his face. Well, he'd been asking for a change of pace from being a businessman and now he had one. True, it looked like he might die, but that's life.
His wound looked like it could well be fatal if he lost too much blood. As he waited for the male agent to drive so they could escape, he wondered what would happen after all this, if he survived. It wouldn't be safe to go back, so what now? After some consideration, he voiced his questions. ''You there...'' He looked at Elita. ''What happens now? How long am I going to be in danger?''
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Post by KR0R1C on May 25, 2011 16:19:27 GMT -5
As soon as Elita had gotten into the vehicle Rain started the vehicle. The Jeep rumbled to life and sparing no time the Specter dropped his foot on the gas. They flew out of the garage and out the side of the compound. The streets of Japan were dark and wet. Using his night vision to drive instead of the head lights meant they would be able to slip into the shadows and hopefully away from the Yakuza attackers. They made a few quick corners to shake off anyone who may have been tailing them. Once Rain finally felt comfortable with the space he had placed between themselves and the compound he started to head in the direction of the safe house. It would be about a 20 minute ride through a few city street, out a highway, and finally into another city. Rain opted to stay quiet for most of the ride. Running things through his mind and considering everything that had happened. He finally chose to disengage his helmet since he felt fairly safer now that they were on their way.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 26, 2011 12:17:55 GMT -5
Panning through reams of information on her holographic panel, soaking up as much knowledge of the wound that she could. Rain had eventually taken the Jeep out of Ueno park and onto the streets, windscreen wipers slashing back and forwards at the treacherous rain. Without a seat belt on Elita struggled to stay knelt perfectly on the rear passenger seat; in response to the change in gravity the Widow pulled a buckle over Kaz to secure him. ''You there... What happens now? How long am I going to be in danger?'' Taking a short look at the Eastern man, lacking any expression of benevolence, the Ghost started, "The weapon you were stabbed with transferred a lethal amount of snake venom into your system. You have about 2 minutes left to live," Elita said in a matter-of-fact manner, closing the panel and fidgeting with her vambrace, "When you start feeling the sensation of a nail being forced into your head you will only have about 30 seconds left. Pray these adaptogenics work in time," a lengthy syringe sprung from between the knuckles of her gauntlet; without warning the Widow punched Kaz in the heart, injecting its queued up pharmaceuticals. Taking a spot on the seat opposite the Mishima son. Elita's vambrace glowed as she took a dose of stress relievers for herself. The hissing of drugs pumping into the vein of her right arm could be heard amongst hard earned silence, her pale face relaxing as she put her head back while taking a long, controlled breath. Telltale bumps from entering a causeway roused Elita slightly, looking out at the grey scale light of the Tsukeno highway flashing past her window. The ghost began to doze, mesmerized by the rhythmic beat of street lights. It was due to this she became particularly awake when they all suddenly shut off, "They're here," Elita slurred, sitting up, arming her M27. It was the dead of night. Even the Tsu highway was void of traffic, out of peak hour time. Messing with the lights screwed visibility; typical procedure; only leaving them with their own headlights. Thankfully they didn't count on the resident driver having nightvision countermeasures, "Stay on course," the Widow said sternly to the Specter before powering down her window and climbing out of the vehicle. Cascading winds bashed the pale girl, hard rain making it no easier to remain stationary on top of a speeding car. Her lithe figure made things a little more aerodynamic in that respect. Thankfully it wasn't a big deal. She wouldn't be on the roof for much longer. Headlights of emerging Yakuza henchmen powered up behind them, far faster than what the Jeep could manage. It looked like several sports cars, boosted to performance; the fastest damn tuner a driver could ask for. Considering, all they had to do was get themselves close enough to shoot out a wheel. Elita stood to her full potential, leaning back against the wind. As soon as one of the hostile vehicles made it close enough, a black Nissan Skyline, she jumped up, engaging her camouflage in the same moment. Like stepping through time the Widow deactivated the camo just before landing on the hood of the skyline, Fiveseven drawn, spooking the driver into a swerve just before shooting him and the passenger through the windshield. Engaging camouflage again, the White Ghost leaped from the Nissan as it slammed into the cement barrier scraping into a rough and tumble barrel roll eventually somehow making it over the barrier and onto the other side of the road. In the second vehicle the henchmen already had their windows down, prepared to lean out and open fire on the Jeep as soon as they were near enough. Suddenly thuds resonated on the roof of the turbo charged Audi G7 SUV, One of the passengers pointed his firearm at the roof and unloaded everything he had. His weapon clicked dry, and they all sat there wondering what to expect next. Invisibility washed away from Elita's face as she emerged from behind the backseat, snatching an SMG out of the hands of a Yakuza agent and emptying it on all the passengers. Blood spattered onto the inside of the windshield as a bullet passed through the driver's head, face mashed into the horn. The Monitor climbed over the backseat as the Audi slowly strayed toward the cement barrier, beginning to grind against it. She pulled the driver's face away from the steering wheel, tugging it to the right a little as another set of headlights approached from behind. Getting her foot down to the pedals and hitting the breaks locked the Audi's wheels up, the nose of a Lexus LFA going right up its arse giving no time for the other driver to react. The Lexus wedged itself into the tail of the Audi, inertia bringing its backside upwards to flip over the top of the SUV. The airborne sports car landed upside down, all passengers instantly crushed; the Widow maneuvered the SUV around the wreck. Still pressing at the corpse of the driver while switching the headlights off, her nimble foot pushed in the clutch. At the same time Elita tugged hard on the steering wheel and pulled at the E-brake, ironically between her legs from how she had positioned herself, spinning the Audi 180 degrees; gearing into reverse, letting the clutch out. The SUV now faced the fourth vehicle converging on the Jeep, overtaking the derelict Lexus. With how much blood covered the inside of the windscreen, nothing could be seen looking in from outside the Audi. Elita stabilized herself between the two front seats, pushing the stock of her M27 against her shoulder to fine tune her aim. She carefully noted where the headlights shone, aiming in respect of where the driver of this new GT-R would be. No one had a clue iron sights were trained on them.
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Post by Arkaym on May 26, 2011 15:07:34 GMT -5
Kaz winced when Elita told him that it looked like he was about to die. The sudden injection of what was apparently a potential cure came as a big shock, then. His eyes went wide and his body shuddered, as if it was trying to force the poision out itself. When Elita leapt out of the car and climbed onto the roof, his eyes went even wider. Did she just do that?
Kaz twisted in his seat, causing a fresh wave of pain to sear through him, so he could watch what she was doing. What he saw blew his mind. She was incredible! Exactly what he'd trained all his life to be like! Japanese curses could be heard if you listened hard enough as he watched the women, who was more like a demon than anything else.
His casual viewing of such incredible fighting was broken when he felt a splitting pain in his head, just like Elita had described. Crap, this was it. Life or death. Damn, his life had only just gotten exciting again and now he was about to die. Fantastic.
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Post by KR0R1C on May 26, 2011 16:01:28 GMT -5
Rain casually watched the insanity Elita was causing behind them on the highway through the rearview mirror. The Audi she overtook continued moving toward them in reverse. The Specter couldn’t let his guard down though. He still had to protect Mishima and he knew it’d be too soon before more of them would be upon him. Knowing that his partner has successfully taken her own vehicle he floored the Jeep getting a nice jump out of the large engine.
The next exit he passed greeted him with three more decked out compact cars. Two Honda Civics and a convertible Mitsubishi Eclipse, all black with red under glow. They easily pulled up and round the Jeep. Civics on both sides and the Eclipse just at the tail. Rain waited, from each Honda a man wearing black gear and street bike helmets rose up from the moon roof. In perfect unison both men raised silenced Uzi’s aiming them at the Jeeps front windows. The specter quickly slammed his brakes and pulled the E-brake bringing the vehicle to a quick stop. The Hondas flew forward continuing their speed; neither driver experienced enough to keep up with the stop. Both gun men had opened fire at the same time and ended up shooting each other.
The Eclipse that was following quickly dodged the suddenly motionless Jeep, but ended up scratching up its pretty black paint job when it scrapped against the concrete barrier on the sides of the highway. Rain took the paused moment as a chance to reach over and roll down his window, then rested his Vector in his lap, ready for use. Then he floored the accelerator again. This time the Eclipse was in front and the Civics started to take up their side positions once again. Rain wasn’t going to let that happen again, they wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice. Just as the nose of the Jeep caught up with the rear of the left Honda Rain cut the wheel hard to the left. The heavy American metal frame smashed into the much softer fiberglass body of the civic. The tiny car was suddenly turned and facing its twin because of the impact. The car then smashed into the other totaling them both and knocking them out of the chase.
The only thing left to worry about was the Eclipse who had yet to do anything. It led for a bit more constantly staying just in front of the Rain’s vehicle. Rising from the rear seat a small dark figure dressed like the ones in the civics held something that made Rain’s heart sink a bit. The figure leveled a rocket launcher and aimed it straight for the Jeep. With only a second to react the specter swerved to the left, only inches away from the guard rail. The figure pulled the trigger of the launcher. That instant Rain ripped the E-brake and cut the wheel to the right, sending the Jeep into and understeered sideways slide, or drift. The rocket flew at what use to be the wind shield, but because of the slide was now nothingness. From inside the Jeep Rain and Mishima would be able to watch the RPG sail right over the hood and past them.
Not wasting a moment Rain raised the Vector he had set in his lap and stabilized it on his forearm. Using his suits computer to correct his aim a fraction, he pulled the trigger and unleashed a clip of .45 at the Eclipse’s gas tank. The car was speckled with bullet holes as it caught fire and soon enough exploded. Stepping back on the gas Rain continued heading toward their destination, and off the next exit.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on May 27, 2011 12:45:44 GMT -5
CA-THACK
A suppressed gunshot spat out of the windshield and into the GT-R. Its headlights swerved violently, but control still existed; she hadn't hit, or hadn't killed the driver. Elita readied herself to take another shot at the tuner, only just before muzzle flashes came from the sports car riddling the Audi and shattering the front windshield and rear window.
Ducking down,Elita kept an ear out, counting every single bullet the MP5-K fired, right down until the magazine was empty. Once she were convinced the gunman were reloading the Widow hoisted herself back up and aimed again. This time she had a clear view of the driver and there was nothing he could do to stop her from taking his life.
Something caught her eye in the rear view mirror. Elita's gaze moved from over her rifle's iron sights to a flaring object approaching behind the Audi.
Looking over her shoulder. The Ghost had enough experience to know what an RPG-7 explosive looked like when it was fire straight at you. Elita dropped herself entirely, refusing to put her hands over her head in cliche; it probably wouldn't help if the grenade round even skimmed past her.
The rocket entered the rear window of the Audi, flying straight over the top of a prone Elita, and back out the front windshield. The nose of the rocket connected with the top of the GT-R, detonating on impact exploding downwards into the vehicle, utterly destroying it. A flaming husk was all that were left behind, an orange glow left on the Tsukeno for everybody to admire. It were the last thing she expected, but certainly not the last she would disagree with.
SUV door opening easily as wind caught it, the deceased driver being shoved out of the Audi as the Monitor took his place. Pulling right while snagging the E-brake returned it to its proper direction, just in time to avoid several other busted up vehicles. Likely product of Rain's reckoning.
Considering the Jeep weren't among them, Elita was fairly confident the Specter had put his wheel man skills into full effect.
Tail light of the Jeep came into view at the bottom of an off ramp. They exited into the next district, far away from Ueno park. Elita forwarded commands for a constantly satellite update of the area around them and to queue up the ID of any suspicious vehicles. The next suburb was a little less neo in comparison to Taitō, the effects of urban development visible. Odds where the Yakuza which they met in conflict had operatives set up everywhere waiting for a phone call to get pulled into the mix.
<I'm behind you in the Audi. Don't let up on the defense until we make it to the chicken coup. Run dark.>
Elita forwarded the message to Rain's heads-up. 'Chicken coup' was the codename for the Tricell safe house. The place was wired enough to keep radio waves and any other transmissions picking up the place; any communication that left would be laced with several layers of high level encryption, masking it to appear insignificant.
<How is Mishima doing...>
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Post by Arkaym on May 29, 2011 8:45:36 GMT -5
Over the next few minutes, Kazuhiko became confident that they were out of danger for the moment, and that he wasn't about to drop dead. He relaxed for the first time in this whole event and sighed deeply. How the hell had all this happened to him, a businessman?
He took his seatbelt off and twisted in his seat completely to watch Elita through the back window. Her skill amazed him and every inch of his being wished he was like her. After a longing stare, he turned back to the male agent. ''Hey, what happens now? When we reach the safehouse I mean... Will I be able to go back home? Ever?'' He narrowed his eyes as he questioned the motives of his rescuers. Why rescue him? For that matter, why did the yakuza want him dead?
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