Nick leapt, pretty damn far, at the man of the Nexus. Turned out that it had been unnecessary, since the bullets hit their mark and the guy put up no resistance upon attack. Blood spelled from his legs and arm as he sprawled across the floor, the gun clattering away and against a wall on the opposite side of the room. He landed on top of him, knocking whatever wind was left out of him like fucking Mario.
"Huh, Nexus bastard don't live up to much, do they buddy?" he exclaimed, stepping of the guys chest and then proceeded to kick him in the stomach. He stached the knife away, and dropped the syringe into his pocket before he accidentally killed the guy. Then, he grabbed the guys hair and dragged him to the other side of the room, a trail of blood painting the floor behind him. Stepping over to a nearby window, he proceeded to punch the thing in a couple of time. Multiple times, in fact, and it shattered after the fourth. He pulled out his phone and called in to his suppreriors; or at least whomever answered.
"Hey, this is Nick. I have the unconscious body - I think unconscious body - of some higher up leader of the Nexus. I'm throwing him out a window, anyone wanna come... Pick him up, or something?" he said, trying to dangle the body out of the window with one hand.
After hanging up, Nick forced the body out of the window and onto a set of rubbish bags on the ground. The body bounced of and landed face down on the ground, blood still lightly pouring from the wounds. Then he jumped down after it, landing on the bags and jumping off next to the "corpse". He picked it up and began walking along the alley, towards a drop off van that he had been assigned for the body. As he strode across the alley, he took notice of everything around him. The club was completely in ruins, burning, with every spot on the floor covered with either blood or a part of somebody. The air was tinted with the scent of blood and charred flesh from people of both Nexus and New Order. It was a great loss for the resistance, that was for sure, but there were losses on both sides, without a doubt. Without realising, Nick arrived at the van and had already begun unlocking the back. Apparently no one could be trusted, so there had to be three different set of locks on the van. He pulled open the doors and picked the guy up, dumping him into the back and closing the doors again. Pulling out his phone, he once again typed in the number to his higher up.
"The guy's at the evac. Come get him." he said, ending the call and placing the phone back in his pocket. The he began walking towards the club, stepping through the hole that was once the entrance and gauging the distance from himself to the basement door. he pulled a grenade - HE - out from his jacket and flicked out the pin, before angling his arm and throwing it across the room. It flew, spinning as it went, and hit the stairs, and began to bounce downwards before coming to a rest beside the door. Nick turned and walked out as the grenade went off, demolishing the door and surrounding part of the building, hopefully killing the two girls inside as long as they hadn't escaped. That, or maybe it killed any other idiot stood there - who knew. He just kept walking, though, away, and towards the closest New Order base of operations.
SOUL Base of Operations
Kimbley
Kimbley was surrounded with bodyguards, at least ten, as he made his way to the Central Command. Each wore full body kevlar vests, bulletproof gas masks and carried large fully automatic LMGs and a backup assault rifle on their backs. In the front of the group was the man who came to fetch Kimbley - a chauffeur if you would. As they approached the door to the base, the guards in front split off to the side creating a passage for the leader to walk through, and all the guards stopped as he entered. Upon entering, Kimbley was greeted with the familiar site of the SOUL headquarters; a massive computer complex created from both stolen New Order equipment and some surviving, usable Old World parts. A man approached carrying a tablet, and began typing in a string of codes to it.
"Good afternoon sir." he said, raising his head to look and giving a short salute with his free hand.
"Same to you, Joseph. Whats been going on down there that requires my attention, then?" Kimbley replied, stepping to the side of the man to look at the tablet. On it was a report written by some New Order soldier about an attack and its statistics.
"Sir the New Order has attacked and slaughtered the Nexus Nightclub in the city. It is estimated that over three hundred people were killed during the fire fight. Apparently this may also include one higher up who was present at the time but never showed during the fight. We have also been confirming a rumour that two New Order specialised officers were on the scene." he reported, reading off a separate document that adjacent to the first on the tablet. Kimbley looked it over, reading the small parts of information from the second and the full report.
"Captain Juno Mcallister, Nickel Matrix... Processor division, files classified? Reports of refugees. Joseph, I want squad Delta to keep an eye on anybody coming up from the city. I want them brought here and placed in a cell, where I want a full background sweep and bio scan done on them. I want to know everything about them, and if I can trust them. Torture anyone we cant trust, put those we can in temporary accommodation." he replied, turning away and walking towards an office on the other side of the room.
