[h2][center][color=6ecff6]Jinxy[/color] and Amir
Ship Complex[/center][/h2]

Jinxy watched as Trish and Angel set off to work and frowned a bit. She was starting to have second thoughts about coming on this mission. More people guarding this ship than she thought. It had sounded like a simple in and out job, but now they were going to have to deal with guards. She fixed her goggles, and pulled out her tool kit and looked at Amir. [color=6ecff6]“Just point out which ship we’re stealing and I’ll get to work on hacking in. I’m not so great in a fist fight without a sword.”[/color] She wasn’t joking. If only she had a sword, however that was not the moment. She heard the alarms being raised and heard swarms of men start running around the complex, looking for the source of the explosion. They’d find Amir and Jinxy soon, if she didn’t get to work.

Visibility was low with the dust and rubble from Trish’s distraction melding with the force of the sandstorm around the compound. Through the hole in the walls that Amir and Jinxy were presumably meant to enter through, all anyone would be able to see was a cloud of beige. The captain pulled out his gun, before pausing – just before they were about to head into hell. [color=c45d3b]“Do you want mine? And, no, that doesn’t have a double meaning.”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]”Damn, I was hoping it was… but guns in my hand are pretty useless. I’ll stick to my wrench for now, and hope that you’ll cover my ass, ok?”[/color] She looked over at Amir and smirked, not that he could see with her mouth covered.

[color=c45d3b]“The [i]sword[/i] I mean. Anti-psyche, state of the art – oh, whatever,”[/color] he removed it from his belt and practically dumped it on Jinxy. [color=c45d3b]“Don’t touch the blade. Stay back and follow me.”[/color]

She blushed, thankful for the cover, and took the sword and held it firm in her hand by the handle. It felt good to have a sword back in her hand again. [color=6ecff6]“If you trust me with your sword, I’d be happy for it, thanks. Now lead the way.”[/color]

Amir might’ve nodded, but it was difficult to see. Either way, his silhouette could be seen moving in – providing covering fire. His gun certainly wasn’t silenced. On the inside, though it was difficult to tell, there was a muffled silence. Most of the guards must have been taken out by Trish and Angel, or at least filed out to deal with the unknown threat.

A whirr, then creaking metal and rapid-fire bullets as they moved deeper into the compound and away from the wall. It was unmistakeable. [color=c45d3b]“Turret!”[/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]”Fucking shit just what we needed.”[/i][/color] Jinxy pressed herself up against the wall and looked around. She noticed a set of stairs and pointed. Before Amir could probably process it, she ran up the stairs, and dashed towards the turret. With a swift movement the turret was cleaved in two, and Jinxy brushed a strand of hair from her face. It was indeed natural to have a sword back in her hand. She smirked and looked around, dashing forward and taking out a few guards that had come to check out why the turret had stopped firing. It was easy, as she found, to knock them out with a simple tap of the sword. [color=6ecff6][i]”Good, no dead bodies. Don’t need that right now.”[/i][/color] She looked around from her vantage point and smiled. 

There it was. The only damn ship in the complex. Why the hell it was worth guarding so well? Who knew? Well maybe Amir and his friend that he was doing the favor for knew, but that didn’t matter. She ran down the stairs and over to the ship. Her fingers and tools were fast at work, taking the security control panel off the outside of the ship. She pulled out a mini-keyboard and connected it to the terminal and let her fingers fly over the keyboard. This was a complex ship, more complex than the one they had stolen. Probably meant it was in better shape as well. She shook her head as she worked, trying to bypass the system. It wasn’t easy, but after a few minutes, the door swung open, and left the ship ripe for the taking. [color=6ecff6][i]”Bingo.”[/i][/color]

[color=c45d3b]“Get inside and start it up,”[/color] Amir said, moving closer after hearing the sound of the door opening. A broad-shouldered shadow could be seen approaching at some speed, and he shot at it quickly – three times – until whoever it was fell to the ground. Surprisingly easy.

Too easy. After the turret had been disabled and the men who were in the compound ‘dealt with’, it fell silent save for the roar of the sandstorm. [color=c45d3b]“Shit,”[/color] he said. [color=c45d3b]“We need to take this one back to Beth – [i]now[/i]. Right now, as soon as possible.”[/color] Amir removed a flare gun from his belt (and really, it was ridiculous having so many weapons attached to his person) and fired it, though the red light fizzled in the storm. Hopefully it was enough, though, for Angel and Trish to find them and know it was time to come in.

Jiny ran up to the bridge and started up the ship, and looked around. This was too easy once they were inside the ship. [color=6ecff6]”All started up, but I can’t fly worth a damn. You’re going to have to do it once Angel and Trish get their asses on board.”[/color] She pulled down her goggles, and then pulled them up on her head. She pulled up the computer for the ship and started disabling more of the security protocols that were in place, just in case. 

Amir nodded, having followed her up. [color=c45d3b]“Get ready for a bumpy ride,”[/color] he warned with a smirk. He left his gun on the nearest flat surface on the bridge. [color=c45d3b]“I’m not too hot with in-atmosphere flying, but I’ll give it a shot.”[/color] Then, after moving to leave, he turned back around indecisively. [color=c45d3b]“Can I have my sword back. Please?”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]”Yeah, thanks for loaning it to me.”[/color] Jinxy handed back the sword, and felt a bit empty for a moment. [color=6ecff6]”Eh, wouldn’t be the worst ride I’ve had in my life.”[/color] She chuckled a bit at that and looked at Amir. [color=6ecff6]”I hope the other two get here soon…”[/color]