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(Setting) 103 W. Ruthford
| (Gar, me spelling! Within the*)
| "Think we'd just break down the door."
> The far left man sighs, waiting as the middle continues to knock on the door.
| > Shortly after the next few knocks, the door finally opens. Elliott peeks out the door and looks to the three, a bit nervously.
"S-Sorry for the wait, there anything you need?"
> Keepin the door closed as much as she can, she hides her lightfire behind the leg.
| "Ah, yes. Are you miss Elliott Reumund?"
> The knocker lightly pushes on the door.
| "W-Well... I believe so, w-why?"
> Elliott resists partially, but the door still opens.
| "There's been a bit of a mistake with the last person we've encountered. We politely would ask for you to drop whatever weapon you have and come with us."
> The man clears his throat.
"It would be the best for all of us if you were to come hefore any of your assistants arrive."
| "A-Assist.. What do you mean?"
> She thinks carefully, attempting to stall.
| >man in dark hoody going down the street to the people.
Good day to you.
> the man is keeping his right hand in the pocket
| > One of the three look back amd watches carefully, tapping the guy talking, who reacts rather quickly.
"Miss Reumund.. It's a bit late for that."
> Upon a short action, the man kicks at her through the door throwing her hack to the floor.
| > She let's out a forced gasp, immediately attempting to raise her gun and fire at the men.
| (Back**)
> Two of the men are already inside and holding her down, stripping the weapon rather quickly and picking her up to drag.
| > in one swift action men pull out a gun and take aim at the three people
Hay-hay!!!!
| This is not a way to treat a lady, you know...
| > The third man turns and sighs, drawing his own gun to the attackers.
"they're here. Red, red!"
> All at once, men empty from the second sedan, five or six from the front, two, four? From the trunk.. They all take aim at the ones interrupting.
| > The two men carrying Elliott watches the scene for a bit, before daring to step out, dragging her to the car.
| "V-Vereks!"
> She squeaks, trying her best to thrash about and make them let go.
| >man smiles and look at the people.
Oh my my!!!! So much attention to a little ol' my...
> man rolls up the sleeve on the left arm, showing a metal grey arm.
Any of you know what this is?
- vereks
| > All of them keep a close eye on Vereks whilst the two begin to shut Elliott in a trunk. One of them hurries to the drivers seat whilst the rest lay focus on Vereks, laying caution. One man with more balls than the rest straight charges the newcomer, a fist straight for his head.
| >Vereks pulled up the gun a shoot the charger in kneecap.
Ruuuude. This, my friends, is Exelis TUS-750b. Military grade Aug, build in remote detonator included. Anyone want to know to what it is linked?
| -vereks
| > They all look to each other in confusion, a few nervous to find the answer.
| >vereks smiles and slowly walks slowly to the car.
Soooo... I will be really glad if you leat the girl go...
- vereks
| > With silence filling the air, the driver shakes his head and steps on the gas.
"Fuck this, just kill him!"
>The vehicle begins to make it's leave as the men raise their guns to fire at Vereks.
| > And as the men begin to open fire, a large sounded vehicle rolls in from down street. A PD Van? No, A semi rolls through and slams it's way through the left behind parked car, creating a barrier between the men and Vereks. A new figure has joined, and looks to him.
"How 'bout you go stop that fuckin' car, eh?"
| >vereks started running to the car and open fire on the driver.
| Thanks a lot! You save my hide...!
- vereks
| > The vehicle swerves, did a shot Land? It's unknown as the car rounds a near corner and begins to roar down the road, but the answer is clear once a sharp thud is heard from a few blocks away.
| "Yeah, well.."
> The man from the semi gets out and starts making his way from the large vehicle. After gaining a safe distance, he turns with a small handgun and fires on it, watching as the truck bursts into smoke and flames.
| > In odds, all men are caught in the explosion, each and everyone injured either to immediate death or dying. One manages to be far enough to still have the ability to crawl, attempting to in a quick manner.
| >vereks run after the car. In his mind hi was was so thankfull for being in good shape.
| > The car resides upside down at the far end of the block, having hit a fence after the turn. With inspection from a distance, the trunk has no sign of life.
| > Whilst the man attempts to crawl, the newest man, with English blood, grabs him and turns him over, holding by the neck and, passive-aggressively, speaks.
"Where are they taking 'er?"
| "I.. F-Fuck you.."
> The crawler spits at him.
| The brit clicks his tongue and shakes his head, removing his hat and putting it to the mans cheek. This only reveals that upon the caps edge, a razor has been sewed inside, a concealed weapon with nasty effects.
"Ooh, sorry. Already got a list of fella's who's waitin'. Best mind, or else I'll take ya' tongue.. Oh wait, that's right..."
> From there, the man grips his hat in one hand, and the man's jaw in the other, beginning to force the blade into his mouth.
| "Oh, n-n-n-no! I-I'll talk, Westbridge, Westbridge!"
> The man gags, pleading mercy as it happens, trying to stop him.
| >vereks slowly approach the car.
Hay.... Anyone alive?
| > Silence fills the air, other than a free running wheel, there's no movement, no sign of life, nothing from the vehicle. Has someone came and taken both victims?
| "Oh no, sir. You've done enough talking."
> And with that, the Englishman stands back up straight, a bloodied half-tongue in one hand, the bloodied cap in the other.
"Now then, if you've still got the wits to live, go ahead and crawl back to whatever hole you came from.. And tell them you're not scarin' anyone here. Now get, for' I take ya' eyes n' ears as well."
| > The man darts in a roll, in basics crying too much over the pain to have followed the instructions.
| "Taints.. All of them."
> The man drops the tongue and puts his cap back on his head, rolling his eyes as he turns to find Vereks.
| >A police cruiser drives up quietly, pulling by with its sirens off. The windows roll down and an officer clad in black body armor and a full visored helmet shakes his head and speaks in a somewhat tired voice
Ughhhhh really? Really?
>The officer puts one hand to the side of his helmet
This is officer Rys we got an explosion kn 103. Wutherford. Prep for about a dozen wounded
| (Ruthford *)
| >the officer steps out of the cruiser
Nobody move.
That arm. You Verek from the board?
| And seriously no one move. The rookies are twitchy and overworked
>At first glance the officer seems to have come out of the cruiser alone but a faint movement off to the side indicates otherwise
| >the officer tilts his head back again, as if just remembering something
Oh
>He puts his hand to the side of his helmet, a voice booms out from the cruiser, as well as two others off in the distance, the voice is significantly synthed to sound oprressive and Intimidating.
GCPD EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW
| >>87853
Yah-yah-yah.
>Vereks slowly droped the gun and kicke it to the Rys. then rased his hands in the air.
Was this really necessary? I mean yelling?
| >the officer takes his helmet off, showing a pale young woman with narrow, icy blue eyes and white hair hastily tied into a ponytail.
>Sorry, sorry. It's just proper protocol to show the recruits, besides it's fun hehe
>She takes the helmet in her hands and presses a button at the side once again.
It's cool, they're Sec Corps. Secure the perimeter, check for survivors and tie down the runner
| (oh the sorry part was meant to be white text)
| >resting her helmet at her side, she looks back at vereks
Lieutenant Felicia Ryshlayevskaya. Ferris.
I'm so sorry we're late, the universe has some cruel joke going on about cops only arriving after everything's done
|
| (Oof, ignore that I was stalking)
| (but you're part of the story lol)
| >>87892
>Vereks put his hands down. But still keeping them in plane sight
So... One hell of a city life you have here... To be honest, my previous work as a sapper in a bomb squad was way more quiet...
| >she reaches out to shake your hand
Sapper? You're military?
| (Oof, true. For now thought I'm stalking *burg*)
| I was too. No field experience though. Fresh grad from an officer's academy. Got discharged but im trying to get back. We should really get a drink and exchange-
>she clasps her hand over her mouth in shock, a sudden realization
WHERE'S EoR?!
| >>87926
>Suddenly Versus eyes lit up
Wait. Ferris? So you're the one who is going to help us that we safe zone stuff?
| >>87940
EoR? If you mean the guy in the van - we got split up. I was chasing this car...
> He pointed at the wreckage
And he left to deal with other bandits...
| >her eyes widen with sudden worry, she doesnt seem to notice the question
WHERE'S THE GIRL?! the poster!? The girl asking for help?!
| >>87952
The girl is gone... Someone beat me to the car. When i got here - she and the driver i shot was gone...
| >she ponders her words with a sudden calm
Or the poster could be a guy. They never specified
>She glances at the bodies on the road around the exploded truck
D-Did he...?
| (sent that one a bit late)
| >>87959
Now. It was a girl... Last name - Roomond or Reimond... I haven't really head it thet well...
>Looked at the bodys
I dont think so. Last a saw him - he was geting out... And the car wasn't on fire or anything... So he probably made it out in onepiece
| >she takes a moment to breath and calm herself down
Do you have any idea where they're taking her?
I could check some security footage with my visor but that'll take some time.
Where's the other guy you talked about?
>Pressing a button and speaking into her helmet's radio
Cuff the runner in my car.
| >>87972
No idea. when i got here? they already kicked the door in and was dragging her into the trunk of the car. So you shoud probebly check we cameras...
| >>87982( ah... *should probably check the cameras
| >Ferris shouts
Team 3 stay here.
Team 2 with me.
>She motions Verek to her cruiser as another facelessly armored cop forces the surviving suspect inside
| >>87992
>Vereks picked up his Armalite Knuckgun?
put in his pocket and followed Felicia to her car
| Lubowski get in the back
Check the cameras, you know what to look for. Link me a map of their location and take pathfinding duty
>She steps towards the bloodied, sobbing man. And pulls out an expandable stun baton, clicking with electricity, she moves it towards his face.
Where's the girl.
>She says in a cold voice
| (I get the idea that this thread will be stalled to go with the tango down divebar thread)
| >There is a knock on the window, you see a man in a parka and a digital emotion mask standing outside the car.
"Officer Ferris? I have some information regarding this case."
| >she looks at the man, puzzled by his mask
Huh? Who are you? You know my handle, so you're from the board aren't you
| >she gives a sharp look, as if giving a threat
And how do i know you wont lead me into getting shot.
| "No, Police scanner. Anyway, I've got the location in North Westpoint. Here."
>The man hands over a holo-disk, on it is the coordinates related specifically to the cipher on the board. The place that pulls up is a large abandoned slaughterhouse facility.
| "Now I have to go, The chance of the poor girl surviving gets slimmer and slimmer every minute."
>AnoMeat starts walking in the direction of Westpoint.
| >she makes an annoyed face at the mention of the words "police scanner". forcing herself to be surprised but isn't
Ok then. Thank you and stuff
Lubowski pathfind on these coordinates
>She steps into the driver's seat, but pauses to look back at the man with the strange mask
Are you gonna come with?
>She says hesitantly, feeling that she might be doing something against code
| "Sure, an extra gun is always good, No?"
>AnoMeat stands, waiting for a response.
| (Terribly sorry, I had you all thinking I'd wake up at four, it's ten CST time by now I feel ashamed lol)
| (TS is that you?)
| (Yes, 'tis me)
| (Has everyone left to another thread or is this one still going? -Thomas)
| (its going)
| >AnoMeat glances at his phone again and clicks his tounge.
"I guess I can't come officer, don't want a civilian getting hurt no do we?"
>Anomeat leaves the scene, getting in his vehicle, and going in the direction of Westpoint.
| Civilians...
They're always more heavily armed than i am
>She mutters as she shakes her head in disbelief
>She gets in the car and drives towards the coordinates. Another cruiser follows closely by.
(Guess next setting would be at the slaughterhouse, unless vereks wants to chatter)
| (If you go to the Slaughterhouse, you will find a burning truck and dead lilims. ER is nowhere to be found.)
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| > Not much is withim yhe limit of this street. But two sedans, one empty and one full, sit next to the apartment complex. Inside, three men stand knocking at the door, waiting for an answer.