[hr] [center][h1][b][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjg4LmJiNmUwYy5WbTk1ZENCVWFHVWdSM1Z1YzJ4cGJtZGxjZywsLjEA/go-2-old-western.regular.png[/img][/b][/h1][/center] [hr][b][code]Zun - Airport Bar[/code][/b][hr] [hr] With the Justice Rider gone and hopefully far away from Voyt he allowed himself to relax slightly, he couldn't recall tangling with a Rider like that and the Rider in question didn't seem to recognise him from up close, either he was new, didn't tangle in regular affairs of the Justice Riders or perhaps he simply didn't care. [i][color=DarkOrange]'Still, can't rule out the possibility that he's notified his comrades and they're all waiting outside th-'[/color][/i] [centre][i]BANG BANG BANG BANG[/i][/centre] The fight or flight response in seemingly every patron was triggered the second the sound of automatic-gunfire filled the airport. Some, either non-nomads or less powerful, immediately threw themselves under the tables or began fleeing with reckless abandon out of the bar. Others, more physically capable looking at least on the surface, rose to their feet and charged out into the direction of the gunfire sounds, with varying degrees of dramatics, some opted to jump straight out the windows instead of the door. Voyt simply sat in his seat, frown spreading across his lips as he slowly rose to his feet. He had always felt attuned to the sounds of a weapon about to be fired, the tightening of flesh around a gun's grip, the clink of a bullet entering the chamber. But, he had hoped to be mistaken, or at the very least the large number of Nomads would deter an attack like this, but whoever the attackers were, there was a lot of them and they sounded more than a match for the conglomerate of Nomads in the airport. Voyt needed no special senses now to smell the pungent nitroglycerine in the air or the sounds of bullets flying and people screaming. [color=DarkOrange]"Keep the change."[/color] Voyt said, placing a bill on the bar table and looking over it at the terrified bartender seeking refuge [color=DarkOrange]"I'm going to go find a way out of this airport now. I may well end up clearing a path for you, in the meantime keep yourself hidden."[/color] Voyt's words of advice were delivered in his standard matter-of-fact delivery, downplaying the situation considerably but doing nothing to calm the bartender. Nor did Voyt's eyes narrowing as he glared down at the frightened man. [color=DarkOrange]"If you do make it out, I was never here. You don't remember my face. We haven't met. Understand?"[/color] The bartender nodded profusely. Voyt reached into his back pocket and pulled out his mask, bringing down his stetson and slinging his bag over his shoulder. He un-did the main zip of his bag and pulled out his two revolvers, looking both over for a second before closing his bag and exiting the bar, revolvers twirling in his hands as he did so. [hr][b][code]Zun - Airport Main Hall[/code][/b][hr] Exiting the bar, Voyt saw how empty the deeper areas of the airport had gotten, the unmissable stains of blood and continued sounds of screaming and shooting were the only things reminding him the attack was still very much ongoing in the more populated areas, regardless he walked with a continued stride, the sound of his boots against the marbled floor intersecting with the sounds of the attack growing ever louder. [color=DimGray]"DUTY, ISOLATE, COAGULATE."[/color] The voice of the black armoured attacker had a robotic twinge to it, most likely an effect from their helmets Voyt assumed. He watched a team of three on the ground floor disappear underneath him and out into another section of the airport from the open walkway on the second floor he could now truly see the attacker's and Nomads going at it, some fighting back but the attackers though fewer in numbers were obviously well trained and worked with ruthless efficiency. [color=DimGray]"Malignant identified, Threat Level One."[/color] Another group of three aimed their guns at Voyt, who in an instant aimed one of his revolvers back at them, while still focusing his attention down at the floor below. [color=DimGray]"Lower your weapons and get down on the floor."[/color] Their voices though altered sounding were unmistakably professional and emotionless, treating the attack like a routine sweep. The parallels between them and Voyt were beginning to irk him, at least he had the decency to do things himself and without a voice changer. [color=DimGray]"Time's up."[/color] One of them fired their assault rifles at Voyt, only then did he look to his side to face them, pushing himself feet first from the railing as time almost crawled to a standstill around him as his senses and focus sharpened, he fired his revolvers at the shooter, the bullet meant for him whizzing barely past the side of his head. As Voyt landed with a roll time resumed to its natural progression, and his would be killer now sported two holes in the centre of his forehead. He dropped to the floor. His two comrades looked at one another for the briefest of moments before immediately firing their rifles towards Voyt, who had taken cover around the corner. [color=DarkOrange][i]'One nothing.'[/i][/color] Voyt reached deep into his bag as the bullets whizzed by, he could hear both gunmen slowly making their way towards him and alternating suppressing fire when either needed to reload. Voyt paused for a moment to aim his revolver at the railing before firing, the bullet ricocheting off of it and past the corner. [color=DimGray]"I'm hit!"[/color] One of the attackers said, clutching his arm and halting his fire. Even then with a bullet lodged inside his arm his tone of voice felt more like he was simply notifying his comrades than in true anguish, though he certainly didn't seem to enjoy it. With that window, Voyt found what he was looking for, an old fashioned grenade. He took a few steps back before sprinting forward, tossing the grenade at the attackers feet and firing his gun at it while he jumped clean over the side of railing. As he flew down to the ground floor he could feel the heat as his grenade exploded and took out a large chunk of the walkway. [color=DarkOrange][i]'Three nothing.'[/i][/color] Voyt landed, again rolling deftly to his feet and aiming out his revolvers. Though, no doubt crushing some items in his bag. [color=DimGray]"Sterilize the Malignant!"[/color] Another group of gunmen charged towards Voyt guns blazing, Voyt quickly returned fire, intense concentration on his face as he pulled his trigger with unmatched speed, enough to shoot their own bullets out of the air as he made his way into cover. [color=DarkOrange][i]'Of all the days to miss my flight'[/i][/color] He mused to himself before returning more fire at the group continuing their volley of gunfire.