The fire had become to intense for Cyrus to handle, the cover he had chosen had been reduced to dust and ash and now he had relocated into a warehouse. As soon as he stepped into it, bullets tore through the weak metal walls and ricocheted off of the stone floor, going all about the room. The room was an explosives ordinance storage facility and was filled with boxes full of bombs, explosives, missiles, and all sorts of fun toys for pirates. Cyrus sprinted and got down behind a large crate of who-knows-what and leaned against it, breathing shallowly. He looked down nearly lost it when he saw all the blood starting to pool. Four, maybe five, bullets tore through his armor. Turns out running at somebody with the cloak on wasn't a good idea. He groaned as he hefted up his left arm. It had felt heavy since sitting down and only now did he realize that there was a knife sticking in his forearm. He screamed with agony as he ripped it out and flexed his hand a little. He went to work digging two bullets out of his back and forcing his fingers through the bullet holes in his legs to get the bullets out. 

Once he was done, he grabbed his rifle and checked the ammo. He was pleased to see that he still had plenty, but his pistol was in a sorry shape. Just one magazine left. He shook his head and rose from his position, getting against the crate and looking around. He spied a couple windows he could scale up to and get a good position on the outside battle, but before he did so he froze and held his breath. He heard voices and footsteps from the door he had come through.

"Find him and rip out his throat. No Pirate gets to attack my sky boomstick without MY SAY SO!" The other two fanned out while their leader slowly scanned the upper stacks of crates. The right pirate slowly made his way through the eastern side of the crates while his partner closed in Cyrus' position in the west. She heard something scrambling from around a corner and popped out at the loction screaming "Ahaha!" With her rifle pointed, but saw nothing but a rat running away. "See something, dawn?!" Said the eastern guard.

"Nah, not a thing, gi-" She froze as a gun was placed on her back and a hand wrapped over her mouth. She was dragged into the hallway of boxes she had surprised the rat in and felt her heartbeat pick up as Cyrus whispered into her ear. [b]"Say a word and I'll blow you and whatever you had for breakfast all over the crates,"[/b] she forced a nod out and shallowly sighed through her nose as Cyrus put her on her hands and knees.

"I don't make enough for me to get violated! Don't!" Cyrus paused and looked at the woman with a cocked head. [b]"I'm...just going to conk you on the back of the head and come back later to get you to a doctor...geeze. Stop watching Law and Order: Skyward."[/b] "Oh. Wait, really? I'm...in the wrong type of pirate crew aren't I?"

[b]"Yep."[/b] She simply grunted when Cyrus hit her in the back of the head with his pistol, knocking her out cold. He picked up her [url=http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3b_u-MoYzU/UlojSfIjzMI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2lqq7NhVHWU/s1600/oblivion+early+rifle+chunky.jpg]Rifle[/url] as well as a couple of magazines. Smiling under his mask, he fired a couple rounds into the ceiling before climbing onto one of the boxes and hiding in the darkness.

The other two pirates came to investigate the noise when they stumbled upon Dawn's body. "Shit, she's dead!" The captain said as he approached her. As he drew close though, he heard a slicing noise from behind and turned just in time to see Cyrus' blade pushing into his throat. Cyrus ran him through the adam's apple and ripped the blade out. With one pirate decapitated and the other bleeding out on the ground, Cyrus grabbed Dawn, picking her up, and placed her on top of a crate so she wouldn't get swarmed by rats.

Using his belt to steady his climb, Cyrus made his way up to the rafters and one of the windows. With the new rifle on his back, it was a bit more difficult, especially considering his wounds, but he made it up there alright and got against a steel beam before kicking out the window. Thankfully, nobody was watching at the moment and he was able to get set up without anymore incident.

Before he could get firing however, a crew-wide transmission came in on the transceivers for the ground team from Faulkner. "AttenSHUN maggots! Your little...diversion had been more of a boon than a mishap! I have cleared out thew western most AA gun myself have it under control. Good job! Now just don't die!"

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Carson's own transceiver would pick up Faulkner's next message then giving her a little much needed intelligence. "Attention, Carson. I have cleared a landing pad for you at the western AA Gun. If you need to touch down for repairs: DOOOO SO! The second and third AA Guns should be dealt with shortly! Faulkner out!"

A second message would come through just after Faulkner's. But it was the captain instead. "Mansion AA gun is down, repeat. Mansion AA gun is down." The transmission was cut then as the captain went back to work.