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Post by guinne on Feb 4, 2009 17:57:02 GMT -6
Guinne rolled his eyes at Geoffrey. "I would have figured we were more sanguine as in 'optimistic' or 'confident'. I don't fall under thirsty for blood exactly..." He looked at the reactor, keeping an eye out for AVALANCHE members in the area. He gripped his meteor hammer with a firm hold, ready for any movement as he approached. Don't run in without L.A., he reminded himself.
Reno stayed hidden in the brush, waiting for the other Turks' signal. "Should we invite shorty too?" His grin was sly as he raised a brow at Rude.
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Post by alexandra on Feb 4, 2009 18:01:52 GMT -6
"HEEEEY!" She pouted childishly, stomping into the ground theatrically. "I AM NOT BLOODTHIRSTY!!" A small "kerplunk!" drove her attention away from Geoffrey and to the ground, where her gun had fallen out of her belt . She stared at it for a few moments and then reached down to pick it up, giggling as she did so. "Ok, so what if I am at times?" She turned her attention to the reactor. "We should go and give Reno and Rude the heads up, yea?"
Rude shrugged at the redhead, crouching down beside his partner. "Why not?" He said. He didn't mind.
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Post by fayden on Feb 5, 2009 15:35:19 GMT -6
"Yes you are," he said, with a curling smirk. "Don't deny it!" He pointed again, probably just as dramatically, at her form. At her next announcement of sorts, he looked around, mistily. "Probably, but what would they think of us? They might be doing something important at the moment..."
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Post by guinne on Feb 5, 2009 15:45:28 GMT -6
Guinne shook his heads at the other two, his eyes wide. "Don't go over there, you'll give away their position! We're decoy, AVALANCHE needs to be paying attention to us." He started to swing his meteor hammer fast, swirling parallel to his left. Inwardly, he was proud of himself for being the voice of reason. "The signal would be gunfire in this situation," he jerked his right thumb towards the reactor, "AVALANCHE's gunfire." He nodded at L.A., getting slightly impatient, eager to get the mission started. "You want to cover me?"
Reno contained his slight desire to roll his eyes at Rude's lame reaction. Oblivious.
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Post by alexandra on Feb 5, 2009 15:50:19 GMT -6
L.A. nodded and mouthed an 'o' and followed suit after Guinne. "So if one of us gets shot....then......they'll come running? Sounds hopeful. Ok Guinne, I volunteer you to go first, into the mouth of danger!" She happily shoved him forward. "Besides, I'm more of a sniper anyway, you know that. Onward, boy!"
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Post by guinne on Feb 5, 2009 16:18:01 GMT -6
Guinne raised a brow at her. Really? They'd come running? What wasn't she getting about decoy? "They aren't going to come here L.A., They're going to sneak in once we've got AVALANCHE's attention." He frowned at the idea, wondering why Shinra guards weren't playing their part. Must be hush hush stuff. "Come on L.A., get your game head on. I'll run in, they'll shoot at me, you stand at the entrance and do your thing."
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Post by fayden on Feb 5, 2009 16:19:34 GMT -6
Geoffrey raised a brow, snickering moderately. Were these fools really in the Turks?
"Maybe if you spent more time on the job, they wouldn't get the chance to shoot at you," he suggested curiously, tapping his head with a smirk. Then he shot a glance at the approaching reactor. "Still don't see anyone."
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Post by alexandra on Feb 5, 2009 16:22:52 GMT -6
Augggh. She shook her head fiercly. Man was she OUTTA it today!
"Ok ok ok!" She yelled, glaring at Geoffrey. "You better watch it bud, you're in OUR hands. If we screw up, you die, so I suggest praying." She smirked and fashioned her hands on her hips. "Go on Guinne."
Rude could hear them from their hideout and he smirked, elbowing Reno lightly. Kids....
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Post by guinne on Feb 5, 2009 16:43:11 GMT -6
Guinne sighed, exasperated. "Alright, lets get started." He sprinted up the steps of the reactor, barely stopping as he threw the door open and zigzagged his way from gunfire- some of them are above me, he noted- to the closest AVALANCHE member. He let his meteor hammer loose from his left hand, still spinning, launching it at the man's gut.
Reno laughed as Rude jabbed him. He could hear L.A's shouting from the other side of the reactor. "Sounds like they're getting ready." He heard the gunfire and stood. "Time to go in through the back door, yo!"
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Post by fayden on Feb 5, 2009 16:55:12 GMT -6
Geoffrey blinked, rather amused, and walked up as the snipers from above reloaded their weapons, slipping into the reactor in the male's wake. The man, he noted, was spinning around what seemed to be a double-weighted rope-thing; he extracted a fire axe from a smashed glass case and flung it overhead; it whipped through the air with quite a bit of speed. He was hoping it would hit someone. With a slight smirk, he declared, "Way too easy!", and, making sure to not cut himself, assiduously released the remnants of the glass case into the AVALANCHE members.
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Post by alexandra on Feb 5, 2009 17:03:39 GMT -6
L.A. readyed herself, pulling out her gun, loading it, cocking it, and prepared to put on one hell of a show.
She ran in, dodging the uncoming bullets, whizzing past her head as she slid into cover, raising the gun above her head, she proceeded to fire, taking out 2 men with precision. She looked up, noting the scene around her. There were people posied directly above Guinne, shooting. She raised her arm, carefully taking aim.....
Rude got up, following his redheaded partner. He heard the multiple gunshots and briefly worries if they were able to handle everything alright.
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Post by guinne on Feb 5, 2009 17:10:22 GMT -6
Guinne took out another two men as quick as he could, spinning the weight of his weapon carefully. He jumped down to a lower level, bringing the hammer down on another AVALANCHE.
Reno ran his card through the card reader, and opened the door to the elevator for Rude. "After you. Hit the down button."
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Post by fayden on Feb 5, 2009 17:21:23 GMT -6
The fire-axe Geoffrey had tossed so recklessly into the crowd had apparently deprived one man of his left arm, according to the loud yelling and curses, and the glass he had also thrown had apparently found its way to that same man.
He felt a drop of pity. But just a drop.
He ripped a metallic drawer out of a badly-made desk, and found, much to his surprise, a pair of wire cutters looking about as old as Genghis Khan's fabled preserved secateurs. He stuck it gingerly into his pocket, careful to not poke any holes into the admittedly thick fabric, then searched around a bit more, careful to hide under the desk. His hand groping, he found two bars of soap and a ring of keys, and threw the soap up, hopefully getting into some sniper's mouth or eyes. Assuming that was it, he slid from under the desk and got up, fixing his suit. "Nothing left...," he reported grimly to them. "Also, kick those illiterate hooligans up there down a notch or seven..."
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Post by alexandra on Feb 5, 2009 17:31:33 GMT -6
Whilst L.A. was doing what she did best, in the confusion and chaos, a man dropped down next to her, and pummled her across the face. She fell to the ground, dropping her gun and wiped her jacket sleeves across her face, blood trailing from her lip. He stood over her smirking. She reached back, desperately feeling around for her gun. She couldn't find it.
The man drew nearer and he reached down, grabbing her by her dressshirt and yanking her up to his level. "Shinra Bitch." He hissed in her ear and smacked her across the face. She struggled in his grip, kicking at his legs and clawing her nails against his burly arms. She was nothing without her guns. Nothing.
She did the last thing she could think of, knowing her strength could never outmatch his.
"GUINNE!!!!!"
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Post by guinne on Feb 5, 2009 17:47:03 GMT -6
L.A. had never called out to Guinne like that before. It sent a unsettling shiver down his spine, but he didn't let that slow him down from helping her. He sprinted, meteor hammer spinning wildly, to her aid. He swept the man's legs with the chain, tossing him off his feet, and slammed the man into the ground by his grip around his throat. KO'ed. "You okay, Alexandra?" He kicked the weight back into motion and continued spinning it, weary of the AVALANCHE members he couldn't reach.
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