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(Setting) Chapel-3 Alleyway
| "Guess this is how it's going to end... damn, no luck again, and here I thought it was my lucky break..."
| >A van pulls up nearby, back doors opening to a team of 4 people, armed with suppressed weapons. they enter the alleyway, 2 watch the entrance to the alleyway while the other 2 move to the woman.
"Psst. Ma'am, you're going to be fine. AM sent us."
>The first voice says, pulling out first aid.
| >She looks wide-eyed at the 4
"H-Holy shit, I'm saved!"
>She seems visibally relieved
"Thank you, oh fuck thank you, I thought it was the end of it all right now... but you gotta hurry, these guys, they want this stuff I took back, and badly, who knows how close they are right now..."
| "Shhh. Phone. Now."
>One of the troops holds out his hand, while another begins applying bandages and splints. He looks to the people covering the front.
"How are we for time?"
"45 and counting."
| >A long, white limousine stops a couple feet ahead of the van. Two absolutely nondescript men in black suits with sunglasses get out from the front. One of them walks up to the back of the car, and opens the door, letting a third person out.
>Person in question is a tall, blond boy in yellow buisness suit, with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He waves to obviously his men, and they casually start walking towards the van, both men in suits watching the sides of the boy.
| "Contact. 3. No arms visible. van go."
>As the man nearest to the entrance says 'go', the van pulls away, leaving the scene.
>>180875
"We are going. Now."
>The Lead growls. The whole group begins going deeper in to the alleyway, one of the guy's hoists the girl in to a fireman's carry, not giving her a chance to protest.
| >A person watches the scene from above the rooftop, three bright lines glowing on his mask as his large shilouette is obscured by the ambient light
"What in the hell happened here"
>The masked figure mumbles
| >>180881
"H-Huh... watch out for my legs, I might not feel them, but I d-"
>She stops speaking
"Did you say something?"
| >Men in suits jumped in front of the boy, as the van began moving, but he just moved them to the sides and continued walking, now into the alleyway. His bodyguards followed, and the group followed Alfa-team in a brief pace.
>As the entered the alleyway, the boy made a vague gesture with his left hand, and their limousine drove away as well, in a different direction from the van.
| >The shillouette above the rooftops watches the boy and follows along those who took the girl, one hand on a large shotgun strapped to his back, under some kind of cloak
| >The women with broken legs seems panicked
"W-We need to get out of here, something tells me those spooks are close, can't we warp out of here or something?"
| "No. "
>The leading man begins to scan above him, while the van comes round to the other side of the alleyway, ready to pick the team up.
"Load in. we are leaving."
>The lead speak in to his radio.
/AM. This is Echo. Why is YK here?/
>>180896
>The last 2 troops train their sights on you, as the other 2 load themselves and the woman in to the van.
| >The boy in yellow buisness suit raised his brow, as he noticed raised weapons.
"Now, this is just rude. Albert, — >he snapped fingers on his right hand,
— these guns unnerve me. Do something about it."
>Both men in sunglasses nodded, and in the next moment they already stood in front of both troopers, towering above them. They didn't attempt to attack, simply stood there, their hands forcefully putting the guns down.
| "Now we can talk, or we can have a bloodbath here."
>Boy in the suit continued casually strolling through the alleyway, as he threw the cigarette away.
"What do you prefer?"
| >The sillouhette above keeps observing, not quite understanding what had happened, but drawing his weapons as silently as he could, what the hell were those people?
| >The women eyes the boy with a nervous gaze, clutching the bag in her hand tightly
"W-who the heck are you, what do you want?"
| >>180909
"Non-combatants. Pardon the offence, but we are leaving."
>One of the rear guard says before quickly retreating in to the van, while the leader steps out, as the van drives away. The leader of Echo stands unarmed, hands clasped behind him.
"Sir. My name is Tale, and we ask for a pardon about the gun pointing. Standard procedure. You said you wanted to talk, Sir."
>>180915
"Tale will deal with it. You are in good hands ma'am."
>The driver of the van says as they drive away.
| "This is better."
>Boy nodded, as he approached the leader, both of his bodyguards sliding behind their boss without a sound.
"My pleasure, mister Tale. You can call me King."
>He extended his right hand for a handshake.
"Although the one I wished to have a talk with was not you, but rather, the poor lady you carried. I had two questions to ask her, but I guess I might as well relay them through you. You do have contact with your people in the van, I assume?"
| >Tale shakes the king's hand.
"I can relay any questions you have for the young lady, but you must understand her condition. 2 broken legs and excessive blood loss, She is en-route to a private doctor now. Sir."
>Tale treats King as a superior, as per AM's command.
| >Boy made a vague gesture in the air with his left hand.
"I don't plan on interrogating the lady in distress. I want three simple things: to know, if possible, who gave her the gun she carries, where is the place she ran from, and to have a look at the gun in question. Third one is optional."
| "Wilco sir."
>Tale radios in the questions to the rest of his team, then returning his attention to the King.
"I can't do anything about the gun sir. AM's instructions."
|>In the van, the medic treating the woman turns to her, removing the face-plate.
"Ma'am, can I ask you a few questions before we get to a Doctor?"
| >>180941
>She seems tired, and is surprised when she suddenly is spoken to
"H-huh... yeah? I guess."
| >>180944
"Please stay awake ma'am. Do you know who gave you the gun?"
>One of the troops puts the gun away in to a plastic gun case.
| >She looks dead tired
"N-No clue... I saw this ad on the web... a shitton of money to fix a rifle, so I just took it, they took me to some... warehouse near here and gave the guns... spooks dressed in all black, all looked the same..."
| >>180941
>Boy shaked his head.
"No worries. I don't need the gun, only to confirm that it is what I think it is. By the way, — >'King' pointed to the roof behind him,
— is that your trooper uptop? They make Albert nervous."
| >>180953
>The shillouette twitches
"Oh fucking hell"
>The person jumps down the roof into the alley, kicking up a large cloud of dust.
>As they rise, you come face to face to an enormous Powersuit made of cogs and plaques with bright yellow paint in some places scrawling quotes
>The mask with the three stripes glows ever brighter
"Sorry for the scare, I just came here because of the thread, I wont do anything"
| >>180950
>The medic quicly radios in the info, and turns to the driver.
"What's the ETA on the doctor?"
"5 minutes."
>The medic turns back to the Woman, now patched up.
"Ma'am, you need to stay awake, do not fall asleep. It's only 5 more minutes, and you will have help."
>>180953
"No sir."
>Tale hears his radio buzz, and listens in.
"Sir, The woman says it was a group of people in all black, at a nearby warehouse, that's all she is able to say."
| >>180957
>The women suddenly jumps up
"SHE CAN HEAR US, GET OUT, NOOO"
>She quickly descends into a coughing fit, blood spewing from her mouth
| >>180961
>The Medic and one of the troops restrain the woman, making sure that she does not move too much.
"Hey! Stop that! Nobody is listening!"
"Step on it! Get us to that Doctor ASAP!"
| >'King' gives the powersuit a brief look, raising his brow at the word "thread", and then completely ignored it. He turned back to the Tale.
"This is disappointing, but oh well. I hoped I could just march into the building and murder every living soul there before these cockroaches get away. I guess I'll visit the lady at a later date, and apologise. Now, I hope you excuse me, mister Tale."
>He slightly bowed to the man.
| >Falschen looks around and then screams
"Oh you fuckers!"
>His suit whiirs into action and he jumps up to the top building, running along the rooftops to try and find the van
| "Albert, I want everything so much as resembling a box of concrete within 5 kilometres from here sweeped from top to bottom."
>King said to no one in particular.
>His bodyguards nodded and simply ceased to be. As they disappeared, a white limousine drove to the alleyway exit, it's back door opening by itself. King put his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and got inside the car, ignoring the scream behind him completely. Door closed and limo vanished in the air.
| >>180965
>The women stops struggling, her breathing is rough, tense
"I think I'm getting some feeling back... it hurts."
| >>180982
"Good... We are getting out now, hang on to my shoulder."
>The van stops at a non-descriptive building, and the medic, along with the woman and 2 soldiers, get in. The van drives off, leaving them.
"Come on, come on!"
>The medic stands at the door, ringing the bell.
| >>180985
>She winces in pain with every step
"Ouch, Ow, Ouchies, fuck, damnit..."
>She rapidly begins cursing and grumbling
| >The door opens to the sight of a man in hospital duds.
"Tell AM he owes me one."
>The medic helps the woman in to the building.
"Trust this man. He will heal you up. After that, stay low, a lot of people are looking for you."
| >>181000
>The women nods, but nonetheless grabs your arm
"I don't know why, I got a bad feeling about this, watch yourself... something's been listening to us the whole time, the walls have ears..."
>Immediatly as she finishes that sentence, the women faints.
| >The medic stares at the woman, intrigued by her actions.
"O-ok. Will do..."
>The medic entrusts the woman to the doctor, leaving them behind, as echo team spreads out, and disappears in to the night, one of them having the gun case.
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| >It's the dead of night, in an alleyway like any other, filled to the brim with trash and rubble. The noise of rough breathing punctuates the silence.
>A women is lying there, both her legs smashed by means unknown, her complexion is bad... she's clutching in her hand a bag and a small pistol oozing what looks like blood.