[Center]Daniel Anders and Bruce "Brucey" McFoster[/Center] --- Things were going wrong quickly. First off, they had underestimated the wolves. They moved at an incredible pace, and that meant that Daniel was imperfect in his shepherd's duty. Brucie did well to incinerate one wolf, and the fact that it burst into a puddle of orange goop was encouraging. Would the Chainsword wielding Latin-speaker suffer a similar fate? A blur moved across the scanning pack, and suddenly the HUD flashed red with the sign of a non-friendly. He turned the mech in time to see it lashing out at Brucey’s knee joint. Daniel swore in latin, before charging forward and reeling in the grappling hook. He made up half the distance between Brucie and himself when the concrete slab connected with his hand. The fingers of the mech tightened around the pole, wielding it like a longsword. With a fluid movement, Daniel slammed the concrete slab against the wolf attached to Brucey’s knee joint. It didn’t take a genius to recognise the damage to the knee joint. Brucie wasn’t getting off the top of the APC any time soon. “Brucie, Your knee joint is buckled; make sure you calibrate the angle when you fire your next burst.” Bruce didn’t much care for getting told things he already knew, or people who fucked up covering his back. But he forgave the Churchie for quickly rectifying the issue. Despite the perfectly filtered air of his cabin, if perfectly meant the smell of stale air, Bruce stabilised his position as best as possible. Instead while keeping one eye on the displays Bruce went over the damage readouts. The knee joint was locked up, the hip and foot joins would still move but they’d require more effort to pull off. And while a sprint like that might look hilarious Bruce throttled it back from full military power, he wasn’t sprinting anywhere like this. Instead he adjusted his aim before Daniel’s transmission came through. Daniel’s mind whirled as he planned through the next stage of their mission. They needed to deal with the mutated humanoid next. Was it as weak to fire as the wolf was? It was their best bet: other than the slab of concrete in his hands, of course. “I have a plan, Heathen. I need you to bathe that bastard in as much fire as you can muster. Play some of the devil music as well, I’ll do the rest.” “Heathen? Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For I am fire incarnate!” Bruce responded over the loudspeakers with a grin as he changed the track playing. [youtube]XHUsIU161w4[/youtube] Keying the comms again. “Nathaniel. Piss bolt for the APC and keep your noggin down. The Ignis Dei is bringing the fire and I need you to cover my back.” Bruce said as he adjusted to face the chainsaw wielder as much as possible without compromising his position on the APC. With that Bruce brought his incinerators to bear on the Chainsword wielder as he smashed Chris’s Corpse giving the man’s body about as dignified a treatment urinating in a coffin. FWOOOOOSH Bruce opened up a long stream of flame at the mutant as he flicked comms again to the Bunker Chicago channel. “Is there anyone in the APC still alive and kicking, Bruce McFoster of Bunker Chicago. I’m the Lean Mean BBQ Machine currently riding your ride like a surfboard and i’m askin nicely for an idea whether i’m protecting a box of people to save or a coffin.” But nothing came back on the comms except static. “Fukkin yakkbox is probably on the fritz.” Bruce lamented. Daniel couldn’t help but smirk at the Australian heathen’s presentation. Perhaps it was the bravado or perhaps it was just the confidence, but it gave a small spark of amusement and a glimmer of hope that this plan wasn’t a doomed one. Daniel manoeuvred the mech two steps backwards as he flicked off several sensors and safety mechanisms. In truth, Doc Asian would probably flip his shit at Daniel for being so reckless with the mech, but being shouted at by that Asian-Asshat was probably better than being dead. God knows what safety mechanism would kick in and get the man murdered, should Daniel not turn them off. An auto alignment correction here, or the reallocation of power from the Sprint gyro to the cooling system there...all could prove fatal. With the appropriate settings turned off: namely the auto heat-dampening unit, the gyroscopic calibration protocol and the damned audio warning system, Daniel was about ready to get going with his stupid plan. Daniel activated the Sprint Gyro’s overdrive protocol. He’d been preparing it for a while now, and the feel of the mech entering a more reactive pace was refreshing. Sprint Gyros were all about closing the gap. So, it was time to close the gap. He launched the mech forward, using and abusing the new burst of speed to hurtle towards the APC. Before slamming into the carrier, he forced the mech into a jump: Planting one sped up foot on the APC and buckling the metal under the combined force of weight and speed: then he forced another step, and then a third. Finally, the forth step used the APC as a springboard, and hurtled Daniel forward. ...Into Brucey’s firestorm. The HUD lit up with warning lights, but Daniel ignored them. He had enough knowledge about the mech to be sure it could handle at least a minute of flamethrower heat before it, or he, were seriously damage. He didn’t intend for a minute in the heat, after all. Soaring through the air, Daniel lifted the improvised slab of concrete above his head, wielding it like a sword of some sorts. His target was bathed in fire right now: distracted, maybe even falling apart like the wolf had before. He doubted that last one a little, but that didn’t stop it being a possibility. Besides, this side of the plan would deal with that. Daniel intended to introduce the creature’s skull to a block of concrete. Even a regenerating creature shouldn’t be un-phased by a blow to the head that hard. At the least, it should get knocked the fuck out because its brain would be jarred. [i]”If it gets knocked out, I’ll tie it up with the grappling hook. If it doesn’t get knocked out...well...He’d have no time for thinking.”[/i] He had no speakers like Brucie, but silence didn’t seem to fit the situation. He shouted out his own words: Knowing full well that no one would hear them. “Dues Vult, vermin, as God wills!” --- [center]Kiku[/Center] --- Kiku felt like skipping as she started to move down the main hall again. She had been able to satisfy a killing urge, and the entire hallway seemed to be clear: at least on her side. She hadn’t really spotted the sword-totting grumpy-grots, although she hadn’t really been [i]that[/i] worried. He could probably handle himself. Besides, if he couldn’t she got a shiny new sword! Suddenly, the sound of a woman’s scream had Kiku’s head shoot up. Someone had fallen off the top of the building? Fuck! How on earth had one of those two been able to fall off a building unless…Unless one of the Vampyrs had gotten up there? Fuck! No single word was as versatile as fuck, and here: it showed the annoyance Kiku felt. Her job had been to watch the ladies’ beautiful booties. Instead, she was probably responsible for the loss of some fine tail. She started to run down the hall, dodging past the figure of Kai, still standing in the same doorway. [i]” Tell Abimael to cooperate with your soldiers and report his being there. Consider him a gift for your scientists, so long as they do not harm him."[/i] Kiku didn’t stop at the message. None of it was really relevant to her anyways. It was probably meant for Kai or something: maybe he was talking to the boy right now! That would explain him standing around, doing naff-all. She sprinted up the steps, two at a time. Hoping beyond hope that she would be able to save whoever was left. It would be a waste if the girls took a tumble over the roof: two pretty lasses, completely out of reach bodies… Pushing open the roof door, both daggers brandished and ready to attack whatever monster was besieging either Jenive or Junko, Kiku skided to a halt. Instead, there was nothing threatening the pair at all. Kiku stood there, bewildered. Who had been screaming? She looked around the roof and spotted the chainsword. “Oh god, what is that cool thing!?” …What? They were fine. “9th floor is pretty much clean now and ...Hang on, what’s up with her arm?” She pointed at Jenive, who seemed to cradle her arm.