[h3]Team Midas[/h3]
The Beacon Hotel, East End of New Carcosa/April 20, 2028/2:30pm
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It was by all accounts, a normal day in Carcosa. People going to their daily commute. Kiddos going to highschool. Grown ups going to their soul-crushing desk jobs. Some cult trying to kidnap someone and summon some horrific being. A Swat Van with its lights on going 90 down a city street.

...yep, totally normal.

“OUTTA THE WAY JACKASS.” Pulling hard on the steering wheel, its driver narrowly managed to avoid slamming into the back of a semi, swerving into the other lane just in front of another car and likely slamming around the passengers in the van. Clicking her tongue impatiently, Kat swerved once more, stepping on the gas as she pulled in front of the truck, getting back in the other lane just to make a [i]hard[/i] right down a one way street.

“Christ,” She grunted, finally setting the van straight in a mostly stable position. “Y'think people would get outta the way for a police vehicle.” Beating on the wall behind her to get the others attention, “Hey you guys still alive back there?!”

As the van jerked, Thompson lurched upward about a foot in the air and promptly came back down to his seat with a small thud. Though his helmet still masked his expression, his face was a mask of pure terror mixed with queasiness. "Alive, and wishing I wasn't," Thompson replied. "... I'm going to lose my lunch if we don't get to the hotel soon."

Minos's face was not one of pure terror, it was the pale face of a man about to vomit his insides right away. Thankfully, due to his large mass, it was harder for Kat's sudden swerves to move him around, however, they were easily able to make the large minotaur man sick. From the look of things, he was trying to look as if he was trying and failing in maintaing his composure. It was why he hated driving in vehicles, especially when their designated driver was Kat. "Uhhh, Thompson, I think you might want to move a bit." He warned the man in front of him

"Just a question Thompson, can that helmet of yours filter out the smells?" The large bull man asked.

"... No, but I'm sure I'm going to start to wish so soon."

“Ahaha!” Kat seemed entirely oblivious to her teammates plight, or just didn't care as she laughed. “Man you lightweights wouldn't last a second dropping into a hot zone in some desert in the asscrack of the world.” Taking a hand off the steering wheel, she reached for a taco that had somehow miraculously survived getting tossed around like some salad.

“We'll be at the hotel in five minutes,” she said, mouth full of taco. “So what info we got on the job so far, bossman?”

"Not all of us were mercs, Kat." Minos asked, still able to maintain his cool demeanor, though on the inside he felt like he would soon see what his lunch looked like again, thankfully, Kat's question distracted him enough for him not to think of that anymore.

"Crazy bunch of cultists have taken hostage people at the Beacon Hotel. They seem to follow Kaiwan as their deity." He said turning towards her. "Captain Vhurdaer hasn't filled me in on all of the info just yet, but I think we might have to go through the basement and free the hostages before we are to go in guns blazing... speaking of, how good can you guys fight in close quarters?"

“Close quarters is my specialty, Bull.” Kaiwan, huh? Never heard of them. Probably some small time fringe cult. Kat took another bite out of the taco. She had a...curious relationship with cults. Being practically raised by one had given her quite a few different ideas about them. Most notably, was that she wasn't entirely all too put off by them. She could care less what they got up to as long as they didn't bother her, and today was just business. “Y'know, if ya read anything on me like you probably should've.”

"I was asking just how confident you all were about your skill because we might have to go in silent there, which possibly means no firearms or simply some small arms with silencers." The bull man said, his brow now narrowing as he focused on the mission itself. "If we get caught too early, I don't doubt that we'd be able to take them all down, but we might endanger the lives of the civilians in there."

Thompson waited for Kat to finish before replying to Sergeant Minos, mostly so he could steady his stomach, but it didn't hurt that speaking last helped his man of mystery vibe. "I know basic Sambo and have a penchant for knife fighting, but it's not my strong suit. I much prefer keeping at a range." The officer didn't have strong feelings on the cult, but it was his job to get rid of them, whether that be through arresting them or killing them.

"Alright, so you might have to stay a bit back for this one Thompson because if we need to go in there without firearms, I need to be sure I'm not putting you in danger. You and the rest will storm in once Kat and I are going to free the hostages, got it?" He asked, still looking a bit ill, though seemingly recovering.

"Got it, sir."

He nodded towards Thompson and turned towards Kat once more. "I don't mean to annoy you there, Kat, but are we there yet?" He asks. "Because if not, then I am afraid that Thompson's mask may need a cleanup before we join the mission."

Seconds after Minos asked the question, she pulled on the brake, turning the wheel sharply once more. The tires screeched, the smell of burning rubber filling the air as the large vehicle slid perfectly to a stop on the opposite side of the street of the hotel. Reclining in the seat and resting her arm on the steering wheel, Kat gave them both a grin.

“Thanks for riding Sinclair bus services. Please keep the contents of your stomach to yourself until after you exit the vehicle.” She grabbed the last of the taco, downing it as she grabbed her helmet, walking out of the van.

“...oh, and Boss man.” She turned towards Minos, a cold, emotionless gaze as she hefted Remy over her shoulder. “I don't save hostages. I take care of problems.” Strapping on her helmet, she exited the van and stepped onto the ground.

The moment that the car stopped, Minos rushed out to feel the fresh air, taking in a deep breath as he did. However, the joy lasted only for a moment when he saw the situation at hand from the distance. "Well, this does not look good at all." He said as he observed the situation at hand. He signaled the two to follow behind as moved on towards the captain. "Team Midas, sir, reporting for duty, what is the situation?"

"Midas, so nice of you to join us. While you three were enjoying a midday drive, the city decided to shit itself. I just got off the phone with the boss, you three are going to round the block and enter the hotel via the rear basement entrance. Another team will drop in through the roof to secure the floors on the way down to meet you at the lobby where hopefully this doesn't end in a fucking bloodbath. Minos, your team needs to secure the basement before we send reinforcements in. Blueprints of the building say its cramped down there so we cant risk sending half the force in there at once, next thing you know some asshole with explosives gets creative. You guys are good with CQC so you're the first ones in. Secure that basement and await further instructions once thats done. Lewis will take you guys to the entrance", the captain didnt waste time to wish them good luck, instead returning to his van where a team of operation coordinators relayed intel and orders to the other teams. 

Minos simply nodded. "Ok then, you lot heard the captain." He said turning towards Thompson. "Thompson, you see if you can be transfered to the roof team, if not, stay with the rest here and storm the building once we're done with our part of the mission." His sights turned to Kat. "Kat, you prepare your equipment and let's go, we can't waste anymore time." He says, moving the truck to retrieve his personal melee weapon from the truck itself. "Oh yeah, Team Midas, after this mission we go at the bar, understood?" He asked, the other two members of his team.

“Yea, yea, if I ain't doing anything else.” Kat replied with a grunt, checking her pistol and other armaments. At least she wasn't going to be having to try and save hostages. That'd just be bad times all around. “Lets get on with it. My trigger finger's getting' itchy.” She couldn't use Remy for this right away, but she could easily just knife a fool.