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[COLOR=AF7AC5][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=white][I]El Diablo Air Force Base, (Navapo, New Mexico)[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Seeing [color=228B22]Green[/color] – 1.06[/b][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=AF7AC5][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=white][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=white][I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4997847]1.05[/url][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/INDENT]
[indent]Door closing on the office, Betty tensed going alert as she looked around the empty room, her senses dedicated to the movements about the door. Turning about, Glenn Talbot was moving away, in her direction, movements a bit stiff.

[color=F1948A]“Bruce isn’t here,”[/color] Betty said, dripping with accusation.

“Bruce...” Talbot grumbled under his breath. He probably didn’t think she could hear him, but in this silent room it was plenty easy. Holding out his arms at his sides, Talbot admitted, “Look Betty, I [i]like[/i] you.” He sounded exasperated, so the only feeling Betty had from her arsenal to toss was much the same. Betty had been an early bloomer with puberty so she’d had plenty of experience with affection, and by and large she wanted to have none of it. Talbot was certainly not going to be an exception. “I just don’t understand what you see in [i]him[/i]. You’re always here for [b]him[/b].”

[color=F1948A]“No shit,”[/color] Betty sighed, reaching into her purse and whipping out her phone, going to her contacts. Talbot went pale as Betty took a half turn away, the phone ringing.

[color=F1948A]“Bruce, I’m at the base.”[/color]

Betty underestimated just how aware Talbot was, and just how stupid he was too. He realized how bad it looked once she pulled out her phone. Him, a solider with rank and authority, her a civilian lady, one by and large defenseless, having been brought to a secluded location. Such a thought of what that could mean only crossed his mind just then. Before then the worst case had been rejection, now the worst case was...much worse. His body moved before his brain did, lunging at the phone in Betty’s hands. [color=F1948A]“He-hey.”[/color] Betty shot him a death glare, keeping the phone out of his reach. [color=F1948A]“Glenn, [i]Glenn[/i].”[/color] He ignored her attempts to bring him back to reason, making one last grab, elbow nudging her in the face. [color=F1948A]“[i]Ow[/i], fucking don’t touch me-”[/color]

Talbot’s hand tapped the end call button just as it forced the device out of Betty’s grasp, the phone clattering to the ground. Teeth clamped, Betty shifted her foot, one arm grabbing one of Talbot’s as she slid behind him, her other arm grabbing his shoulder. Betty liked to think she kept herself fit enough, and it had been a short while since she really had judo practice, but a jerk in the right direction and a kick to the side of the leg was enough to allow Talbot to disembark from the floor, Betty helping to guide him on the return journey, bringing him down and keep him held there. The desks and chairs rattled from his impact, the man coughing and sputtering in shock. “I-I wasn-”

[color=F1948A]“[b]Hey[/b]!”[/color] Betty called out. Talbot went quiet, rolling his face out of sight.

Betty was there for a short while before her calls alerted someone, and within 5 minutes from there, military police had arrive to handle the situation. Talbot wasn’t in cuffs, but he certainly look trapped as Betty gave what she felt was a fair approximation of the situation.

Her father wasn’t much for fairness though.

The door thundered open, 6 feet of unrelenting anger storming in. Talbot had only just looked up before General Ross’ fist met him in the face, making it the second time in 20 minutes a Ross had sent him to the ground. Betty raised one head to her forehead, eyes closed in derision, as the police kept the two apart, one stopping Ross, the other going to Talbot.

[color=BE1C1C]“I swear to god Talbot, I will string you from the floodlights by your [b]intestines[/b]!”[/color]

Wincing, Betty knew something like this was coming, but...not like this. With the military police having the situation more or less controlled, there was still one other person she felt would need to be reared in. Spotting her phone, she scooped it up before redialing. Holding it up to her face, she waited, but all she could get out of it was a “I’m sorry, the number you are dialing appears to be unavailable.”

As she puzzled over that, the base went red, the emergency alert sounding off, those in the room looking up and around. A few moments later, another soldier entered the scene. Betty waited intently as Ross gave a cold, [color=BE1C1C]“What the hell is going on here?”[/color]

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[color=99CC33]“...[i]What[/i]?”[/color]

The security officer shot up from his chair, balking at his walkie. Going to a spot on the wall, he flipped up a pad before slamming the red and yellow button, the alert sounding. He didn’t stay put, running a hand through his light hair before shooting out of the office, sprinting down the halls of the base. He could hear pistols sounding off in the distant, and as he was getting closer he could feel the occasional shake or tremor. His heart pounded through his chest as he arrived at the door, hands practically shaking as he slid his card, punching in a number before couching down for eye recognition.

Entering the armory, Emil Blonsky trembled.

Blonsky had no business at El Diablo. He knew it and Ross knew it. This base was primarily for research and training, and Emil was a solider. He should have been in line to get his pilot license, but his attitude pissed off the wrong broke back limp dick officer, and well, here he was as the head of security at El Dialbo, bumfuck nowhere. The most interesting thing that happened here since he arrived was the scientist getting dumped in the desert the other day, when he found out about how that happened, damn did he get a belly laugh, but that was about it. Until now.

Emil hadn’t been required to train in the operation of the weapons he was grabbing: a rifle was about the heaviest gun he was going to find at a Chair Force base, god knows if a knife would help against [i]that[/i] but Blonsky was a man of initiative, preparedness. If his plane went down he’d need to be ready to be behind enemy lines. A plane was valuable but the countless hours of specialized training even more so: he had to live.

And [i]this[/i] right here would be the spit he could use to shine his way to wherever he wanted to be. Ross didn’t care to do anything, so he was going to make someone care.

Heading back towards the noise, a minute or so of running and he was stopped by a loud bang. With a wince he saw a dent in the wall, or the opposite side of one to be precise. Knowing the mess hall front to back, Blonsky leaned against the wall next to the double doors leading inside. Peeking in, it seemed empty: there were no screams or gunshots anymore, just a few bodies on the floor among the chairs and tables. [color=99CC33]“Dammit.”[/color] Blonsky cursed. They really should have just run. Leaning in a bit more, he saw a hulking mass of green and pulled back before his heart leaped out of his chest. It seemed to have looked in his direction for a moment, but Blonsky wasn’t going to check again.

Taking a few quiet steps away, Blonsky turned the corner, reaching a cubby area where he unlocked an electrical panel, switching off the breaker for the mess hall and the ones. The was a grunt and a snarl from within, so Blonsky wasted no time in heading back. He could hear shuffling from within, massive feet moving, the occasional jostling as it bumped into something. With only low light from beyond the hall reflecting downwards to go off of, he slipped back to the door, listening carefully. Skulking in, the monster made no sudden moves, he could vaguely see it shape just from the movement: there was no door for it to go to with the whole area blacked out, but at is size it could just pick a direction and go really. Breath held he stalked closer, raising his firearm, before bracing himself and pulling the trigger.

The room flashed back and forth from dark to light, the muzzle only briefly able to flare the room to life. Blonsky could only see the green in between the spots in his eyes from the rapid light changes, but he could still hear it’s yells of anger. A cold sweat began to break out as the fire never relented, but the green shape seemed to be getting closer, no signs of slowness of pain in its voice. Blonsky tried to back up, bumping against a chair on the ground, before relenting, stopping his fire and tossing his armament at the beast. There was another growl before Blonsky jumped to the side, the chair he’d just touched clattering as it was kicked aside, air rushing as the monster swung its arms without aim. Going for his knife with one hand and pistol in the other, he turned about, knife close to his chest as he stuck his pistol out. Firing again, he used the flash to guide him, catching the flash of the monster’s eye as it turned on him, roaring out. Stepping forward, Blonsky flipped the grip of his knife, stabbing it up, straight at the underside of its chin.

It bounced off like he’d hit a truck tire with his fist. He didn’t even have time to register, his senses taking a tumble. In just a moment it seemed like all he had was the faintest of wits about him. His eyes were open, but there were only the pieces of distant light, gradually reflected. He was trying to move his arms but everything felt numb. In the low light he could make out a fabric moving about on the ground in front of him. Moving his neck slightly,  pain shot through his spine, eyes swimming with lights. He knew he was gasping for air now even if he couldn’t seem to hear anything but the blood rushing in his head. Then he saw his fingers, the moving fabric in front of him being his long sleeve, arm within crumpled beyond recognizably.

He tried to scream, but all that came out was a gurgle of spit, frothing to the ground.[/indent]