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Post by fayden on Feb 5, 2009 17:56:40 GMT -6
Geoffrey had turned curiously around to the female, but by the time he had seen her fate, the male had already apprehended her accoster. Oh well.
His attention was focused upon the matter of those firing down at them; he was dancing around, and it was tiring. Soon they would get one of them...
The bars of soap had distracted the firing ones for a bit, but they had reassembled, and he was quite sure that they would not fall prey to the same trick twice, even if he had more projectiles to toss up. If he found the circuitry, he could cut everything, but then they had to repair the wires. Not a big deal, but it was money; money being thrown into the refuse pile.
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Post by alexandra on Feb 5, 2009 18:02:02 GMT -6
L.A. was gasping, uncharacteristically. She clutched onto Guinne for a few moments, steadying herself. She had tried her best to avoid close encounters and she succeeded for the most part. She never wanted to feel so helpless ever again.
She nodded to him, swallowing hard. "Just cover me while I get my gun, yea?" She crawled over to where she had dropped it and grabbed it. She turned around to him and shook her head. "Ok."
Rude stepped inside, pushing the button inward. He stood there calmly and quietly, with his hands folded over one another.
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Post by guinne on Feb 5, 2009 18:12:31 GMT -6
He nodded, then proceeded to cover her. He glanced over at Geoffrey, making sure he was doing alright.
Reno lazily leaned against the wall, gunshots now muffled by the descending elevator. He stayed in silence for the entire ride, pushing off the wall as the door opened and stepping out. "I can't help but be worried about the childrens upstairs," he admitted, sauntering towards the doorway.
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Post by fayden on Feb 5, 2009 18:47:55 GMT -6
Geoffrey had, at that time, decided to hide behind a stack of conveniently-placed boxes, filled with what seemed to be large and heavy hard-cover books. He was loathe to throw them, mainly because they were barriers to shots, but also because of their weight. He rather doubted he could throw such a heavy thing, even with torque. If there were throwing knives, perhaps...
And then he remembered the axe that had dismembered the screamer. With a mutter of, "Idiotic!", he ran out from cover, grabbed the thing, span quickly in place, and let fly.
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Post by alexandra on Feb 5, 2009 18:51:50 GMT -6
Rude nodded in response, walking out with him. "What do you expect? They're kids. Against AVALANCHE." Quite frankly they were young adults, two of them barely off training and one of them a complete newcomer. How were the expected to take on such a serious and dangerous mission.
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Post by guinne on Feb 6, 2009 15:12:33 GMT -6
Reno shrugged, flipping the card through another card reader and getting closer to wear the bomb was probably planted. "Oh well. We'll find out soon, won't we?"
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Post by alexandra on Feb 6, 2009 15:21:26 GMT -6
"I guess." Rude said, walking through the door. He didn't exactly want to think about the results had their odds been against them. L.A. wasn't a physical type, and Guinne only had a little training. "So. Where do you think this bomb is planeted?"
L.A. looked around, rubbing at her head. "It seems quiet....you think we took 'em all out?" She felt somehing warm run down her chin and she quickly rubbed at it. Blood stained her sleeve.
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Post by guinne on Feb 6, 2009 15:52:23 GMT -6
Reno spun around, as if he didn't actually know where the bomb was. "Riiight...," he paused, pointing at another door, "there, yo." He approached the door and opened it, cautious of any eco-terrorists that might be on the other side. "Bingo!" He spotted the bomb at the end of the walkway, free and clear of any guards, counting down in the teens. "Oh and we're just in time!" he exclaimed, jogging up to it and getting to work.
Guinne shook his head. "I'm not sure."
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Post by alexandra on Feb 6, 2009 15:56:00 GMT -6
Rude shook his head, placing a hand to to it. "Doesn't this seem way too easy?" No guards? Not even a hint of a member of AVALANCHE down here? "What kind of idiots send all of their men to the upper floors?"
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Post by fayden on Feb 6, 2009 15:58:07 GMT -6
"Well, it looks lots like it, or d'ya reckon they're aiming for the other two?", Geoffrey inquired maddeningly. He scratched the side of head, annoyed. "As we're not dead yet, I'm assuming that either that bomb hasn't blown up yet, or they've fixed the thing-- what do we do now, claim a magicite mine or something?" His question was only partly jesting-- he would not be surprised if they actually were to do such a thing next. A raised eyebrow accompanied the slight glare he was giving all he looked at, as though confuzzled at all of the events that had occurred previously.
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Post by guinne on Feb 6, 2009 17:08:31 GMT -6
Guinne pondered it over. It was highly doubtful that there weren't more AVALANCHE members somewhere in the reactor. The idea of more being where Rude and Reno were made him worry. What if they sneaked in to find a whole bunch of them waiting at the bottom??? His imagination ran off with no hopes of returning to logic. He booked, without a word said, to the elevator.
Reno shook his head at Rude. "They won't be heading this way, not if they still think the bomb is going to explode, yo." The red number paused on 12. "Mission Accomplished."
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Post by alexandra on Feb 6, 2009 17:24:15 GMT -6
Rude nodded, satisified. All in all, it seemed to be an easy job. He wondered if they had managed alright upstairs. "Tseng will want to see it." He turned away. "I'll go check on them." He muttered, proceeding to walk to the elevator. He swiped his keycard.
L.A. clutched her gun just in case they had missed someone. She had a knot tightening in her stomach. "Guinne.... I-"
Click.
She felt a pain jolt through her arm, rising to her neck. She dropped her gun, clutching at her shoulder, falling to her knees. She didn't turn, merely kept clutching her arm as blood started to pour from her wound. "GUINNE. ONE MORE!" She yelled out.
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Post by fayden on Feb 6, 2009 17:35:35 GMT -6
Geoffrey turned around, oh-so-slow-mo, as the female was suddenly shot with a loud clickie BANG! "What the--- hells, doesn't anyone here have FAK's?!", he demanded, looking harassed. "We need to dig the bullet out, then close the damned wound, and no one's certified--- go get that sniper, idiot!", he snapped at the male, looking slightly murderous.
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Post by guinne on Feb 6, 2009 17:54:31 GMT -6
Guinne had definitely not seen that coming. "Shit! BOLT." The guy screamed out as the magic shocked him, but Guinne's attention turned to the elevator that had just opened with two AVALANCHE-Oh crap! and the bullets began to pour out of the weapons in a frenzy. He rolled out of the way and threw the meteor hammer at his new attackers. He missed one. The eco-terrorist continued to shoot at him, but now, without his meteor hammer, magic was his only bet. "BOL-" A shot to the thigh, and his leg hurt too much to stand upright. Freaking ow!"-T!" The guy collapsed. Guinne awkwardly hopped his way to L.A. and Geoffrey. "It's a shallow wound, here." He pulled a knife and held it out to Geoffrey, reaching down with his other hand to put pressure on L.A.'s wound.
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Post by alexandra on Feb 6, 2009 17:58:52 GMT -6
"AH-" She yelled out. "Son of a bitch!!" She cried when pressure was placed on the area. "WATCH IT!!"
Rude had no sooner boarded the elevator up, as it opened and showed a horrific scene of a bloodbath, Guinne and L.A. collapsed on the floor and bodies everywhere. He raced to them, swearing under his breath. "What the hell happened?"
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