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New Lilith | Near the Spires Hotel
The Human smirked at the shouting that went off on their radio. It seemed as though a superior had caught on to what they were doing and was very angry at his subordinates. The duo were both quite surprised at their current success, either smashing through any hastily made barricades or threatening to run over any shooters on the road. They took fire from the rooftops but they hadn't encountered any heavy ordinance, merely various rifles and assault rifles. As they neared the perimeter of the hotel, they approached another roadblock with two cars blocking both the road and a firing line of pretenders. They grimaced as the leading officer shouted above the sound of the rain "FIRE!" Triggers were pulled and rounds flew at them at high speeds, threatening to break and tear them apart. Adrenaline rushed into them as they faced the incoming storm of bullets, bracing for impact.
Even as bucket loads of lead was fired at the car, it surprisingly held on. The front bumper and the side mirrors had come off but the Mustang drove through the barrage and came into contact with the blockade. The sound of scraping metal filled the air, sharp shrapnel flying everywhere as the gunmen received harsh cuts, bruises and wounds. Nothing fatal yet, the Human noted. They weren't so sure if the Mustang could keep going after another bout of sustained fire. The passenger's side of the windshield had almost completely shattered and threatened to come off of it's hinges. One bullet had come through and embedded itself into the the passenger's seat and much of the paint on the car had been scraped off. There were some holes in the roof from particularly high-powered rifles and thankfully missed them. They had heard the front left tire whining, suspecting that some shrapnel pierced the thick tires. The Ford was beat up but nothing that they couldn't pay to fix, it would take a damn rocket to take this car down.
Just as the Human thought that they were in the clear, they came careening down the street, heading right at the hotel. Several cars and even SWAT vehicles blockaded the road, intending to stop their charge. Tariq slammed their foot down on the accelerator, tires screeching as they accelerated forward. This was the final stretch of road they would need to cross. The plan was easy. Drive in, slam through any barricades that were stopping them, fire off a few explosive shots to attract attention and create anger, then run off hopefully with at least a half dozen pretenders in tow. It was quick, easy and efficient. It was a simple distraction tactic. Designed to cause disarray and confusion amongst the enemy so that they would be too busy to notice the infiltrator, the Detective. 'Brace our body Al, this'll be one hell of a collision.'
With the engines and the rain matched in volume, roaring against each other in a deafening orchestra, the small sound of an RPG firing was almost indiscernible. Duos saw everything fall into place, their brain clicking almost immediately. It was a trap, that was why it was too easy. Everything beforehand was nothing, little heavy weapons and missed shots. Nothing they hadn't dealt with before and wasn't nearly in the same caliber as one of their higher end operations. They had gotten cocky, arrogant in their confidence that these were just a gang. Not an international criminal organisation. Not a radical terrorist cell. Not a separatist militant group. That these no good criminals were just thugs, usually incapable of organising anything except for the most basic of defence. They had tricked them into making them feel that this was going to be an easy job. The rocket was mere seconds from impact, careening through the air directly towards them.
Tariq had a fraction of genuine surprise on their face before they acted. They were a mere fifty meters away from the wall of cars, it was either make a break for it or jump out. As the rocket neared, they knew that there was no way that they would get out of this with a direct hit. They activated the nitrous, accelerating in speed in a faster rate than before. A loud burst of flame came out of the exhaust, bursting them forward in amazing speeds. The rocket hit the road just behind them, sending the car tumbling forward, rolling and rolling towards the car blockade. Tarmac, shrapnel and fire flew in every direction, hitting and straining the armoured bottom of the Mustang. If it weren't for the reinforced steel, the driving compartment would have been crushed in what seemed to be an infinite barrel roll. The Ford finally stopped right in front of the wall of cars, on its side with the armoured bottom facing the pretenders.
Burning in parts, with the front and end of the car turned to scrap, the Ford was a wreck. The nitrous still sputtered every now and then, the slightly bent exhaust letting out a concentrated burst of flame. Tarmac landed next to it, some smaller pieces pelting the roof on the other side. It was the textbook definition of a total wreck but these criminals were smart. They held their guns steady, pointing directly at the Ford as if the thing was going to turn into Tariq at any moment. Three of them parted from the line, slowly heading towards the wreckage. The rain intensified, soaking any clothing left dry, the sound of rain pelting against metal filled their ears. A kick against the car was heard and the metal plating on the bottom of the car fell with a loud CLANG!
Every armed gunman switched sights to the distraction, twitchy trigger fingers ready to fire at the offending object. As this happened, a hand sneakily came out of the side window, now facing the sky, armed with a pistol. Before someone could point the gun out, it fired three times at the ground. The rounds, coloured yellow to signify their purpose, were aimed at the ground behind the wall of cars, a dozen meters out. They created mini explosions upon impact, showering tarmac, already burning shrapnel and pieces of buildings at the pretenders. "Fuck!" One of them shouted, taking a piece of road to the cheek, slicing it open. Several of the gunmen lay unconscious on the ground and some held shrapnel wounds. It was during this chaos that Tariq bolted from the car to an alleyway next to the hotel, quickly hiding in the shadow of a dumpster.
They were ravaged. Bruises covered every inch of their body, their joints and muscles ached against every motion they made and most important of all, the Human was unconscious. When the two receive an incredibly debilitating blow that could knock them unconscious, the conscious that controlled the body has priority. So when their nerves overload and the body tries to force both of them into unconsciousness, the genetic coding directs that force at the subconscious entity. Alien gasped for air, staggering slightly as he willed their body to lean against the wall. They opened communications, whispering into the microphone. "Encountered heavy resistance while nearing the hotel, I'm now on foot. The criminals on the outside of the hotel have dealt with but further reinforcements are sure to be inbound. My support may be... somewhat delayed Detective." Even through the strained dialogue, Priya would be able to tell the grim happiness in the Alien's voice.
Adrenaline pumped through his systems, filling him with strength as exhilarating feelings exploded within. This was how a fight should go, a true warrior's proof of ability. Fighting against insurmountable odds, no need for any plan or thinking. That was the Human's job and as far as he was concerned, the Human would be knocked out for several more minutes. As further criminals exited out of the hotel, finding a scene straight from hell in front of them, Alien planned to prep another explosive shot at the already ruined road, planning to send more shrapnel flying before engaging in melee.
No one ever said that he was the brains of the two.