[Center][h3]Archangel and Paladin, The Raid [/h3][/center]


Once the pair of intrepid vigilantes had made their way over to the location Raphael had scouted out, Chris had taken noticed of the roads leading towards it. He gave a mental sigh as he found that the information that he had would lead them to the same place. Chris was not a man to try and expect the worst, however as things continue it gets a little harder. The two made it over to the abandoned medical facility that seems to be covered in Construction Workers 'eager' to get back to work, Chris passed Raphael a Walkie Talkie as he says, [color=goldenrod]"Take a look around"[/color].

Chris waited for Raphael's recon as he prepared his gear, he moved towards the trunk of his car as he began moving away his decoy items: his bibles, rosaries, crosses, a spare suit, and his vestments. As he placed his hand on the edge of the trunk as he lifted, revealing a hidden compartment that hidaway his gear he brought: guns, ammunition, medical supplies, bindings, blades, grenades, anti-armor weapons, and a bucket.

Chris started to gear up as he grabbed his costume, somethine similar to a futuristic swashbuckler, with a helmet covered in this golden finish. Next was to his weapons, his favorite being a pair of ornate gauntlets that cover all the way to his elbows and seem to be covered in religious markings. After which he grabs a pair of handguns with large suppressors on them as he puts them on body holsters, as he begins loading himself up with ammunition.

Once fully loaded, Chris began doing light stretching, but in the midst of it he heard Raph speak through the Walkie Talkie. Chris heard the quick plan, and thought it was good enough as he grabbed the Walkie Talkie and said, [color=goldenrod]"Alright, we'll go with your plan. It's better than what we usually do"[/color]. As Chris began making his way over to the area, slipping through the shadows around the guards and making his way to the back. Chris, waited for Raphael, knowing once they get in, everyone inside needs to be taken out in a moment.

From his vantage point, Raph could see Chris gearing up. Once he appeared ready, Raph made his move. The truck had pulled up and the bay doors were open. Workers were unloading crates of supplies that certainly [i]looked[/i] medical, but Raph wasn't buying it. 

He dove from the roof and unfurled his wings. He swooped across the street and tucked them back in just in time to slip through the opening between the truck and the loading bay. His landing was silent, but still incredibly obvious. The "construction workers" immediately lost their disguise and pulled their weapons. Word of Raph's attacks had gotten out for sure. 

The warehouse was large, giving him the advantage of flight. Raph took off and disappeared into the darkness looming above them before he dove back down to plant a boot directly onto a man's face. The force and speed was enough to crunch bone, and insure that the worker wasn't going to be getting back up again.

All hell broke loose. Guns fired and blood sprayed at the full fledged fight began.


Chris witnessed Raphael enter the warehouse in a quick and obvious fashion, meaning it was time for him to make his own entrance. When the fighting started Chris quickly slipped in and watched as everyone's attention get pulled to Raph, giving Chris the perfect moment to attack from the shadows.

Chris pulled out his duel customized .45 caliber supressed hand guns as he began taking aim. He was aiming to put bullets through their arms and legs. Chris wasn't one to care if they die or not, but he did atleast want to incompasitate them to hopfully leave some of them up to actually talk.

Chris began letting loose rounds, with the suppressors and the bullets being sub sonic, it allowed for the noise they made to be neglagable as the guns made next to no noise as the loud bang never occurs from the bubllet never breaking the sound barrier. In the cacophony of combat Chris was almost like a ghost as Raph was taking their attention. Anytime someone wisened up and tried to look for Chris or tried to get Raph when he wasn't looking, he took them down quickly.

While Chris worked from the shadows, Raph was perfectly content making a scene. A very messy scene. Within minutes, the guards were either unconscious, no longer breathing, or wishing they weren't. Raph folded his wings in, paying no mind to the flecks of blood that splattered the white feathers. It was hard to tell if it was his, or someone else's.

There was a door leading into the lab that was secured with a card reader. Raph wasted no time snatching one of the men's access cards and running it through the slot. Inside, the alarms were already blaring.

Doctors in white coats and researchers in scrubs dashed around, withdrawing as much data as they could before destroying the evidence. Raph swooped forward without hesitation and tore into them mercilessly. As ruthless as he had been towards the guards, his vendetta against these particular villains was personal.

By the time Chris caught up, most of the scientists were bloodied on the ground. Except one, who Raph had pinned to the wall by the shirt, seething in his face. 

"Where is it?" Raph growled through gritted teeth. He wasn't particularly known for his patience. 

"Where's wha-"

"You know what!" The accusation was punctuated by the doctor's head being slammed into the wall behind him. The man yelped and pointed weakly up the hall. 

"Down there, two doors over." 

Raph huffed and released the man. He glanced back at Chris long enough to communicate his fears through his eyes alone. Raph mentally braced himself to face one of his brothers at last. 

The lab was dark when they entered. Raph could see decently well in the dark; enough to find the light switch. He flicked it on, and immediately his eyes settled on the tank in the center of the room. The gaunt form floating inside the preservation fluids was unmistakable: the white wings, the religious texts scarred into every inch of his skin, the bruises and marks of long term abuse, and most disturbing of all, his uncanny appearance to Raph himself. It was clear they shared at least one DNA doner, if not both. 

Wires and tubes were flowing out of every available vein. They were draining this angel like ripe fruit, keeping him alive artificially with machines as long as they could to extract his precious mutant hormones. 

Raph was frozen for a moment before he moved forward. He had a stony look of determination to complete the mission: to free his brother. His fist landed solidly against the glass. Blood and clear fluid ran down his arms as he tore at the tank until he had a hole big enough to pull the angel out, tearing him free of the tubes and wires that bound him. 

He fell to the floor and cradled the corpse on his lap. He stared into the younger face, marred with cruelty and neglect. This angel had probably died weeks ago from whatever torture they had inflicted on him. Raph had been too late. He felt tears well up in his eyes and he clutched his brother closer. As Raph whispered apologies to the lost soul, the sound of boots filled the hall behind them. 

They wouldn't be alone for much longer.

Once the fighting finished, Chris was spending some of his time checking on the people, some were dead, plain and simpple, yet the ones who weren't dead out right were the one's Chris was worried about. He needed to make sure that they had at least some chance of survival. Many were shifted and moved to allow for them to properly breathe while unconcious. And a few others he quickly made sure they were unable to retaliate after all of this. Once Chris was finished, he noticed a bit of screaming coming from an open door, as he knew that was where Raphael was.

As Chris made his way through he saw Raphael take his revenge, all Chris did was watch, he knew this was the reason for their travel here, after all, Chris believed in one thing, the Angel was dead.

When they started making their way over to the tube holding the Angel, Chris was given confirmation on his thoughts, as the suspended body and many tubes told him they were keeping the Angel alive. Well the Angel's body is alive, the man was dead probably awhile ago, the onl thing that was alive was enough bodily functions to probably harvest what ever they could from one of their projects.

Chris witnessed Raphael complete his mission as a brother, sadly the family reunion was going to be interupted, as the sounds of boots started making thier way over. Chris on instinct was about to grab Raphael and get him mopving, but he took a moment and said, [color=goldenrod]"I'll handle this, you see your brother home"[/color]. Chris turned as he made his way to the sound of the incoming guests. Chris began speaking, having his helmet boom his voice as it begins to echo through the halls [color=goldenrod]"For whom shall you bleed? For your god? For your family? Or for a fist full of cash? You commit sin and perpetuate it for nothing more than that. If you wish to sin, then let's see if I can cleanse you of those thoughts"[/color].

Chris normally pulled little stunts like this to scare them. Often he does this to hopfully scare them away. Maybe it'll work, sadly for him, unlike many of the other talkative heroes, those who are able to tell the tale of him, normally are too afraid to spread the rumor of his, so there are plenty of times where people just think of him as being cocky. Maybe the large amount of bodies on their way in would maybe make them think twice, before coming charging at Chris, but he is ready for anything.

Raph took a moment longer to pull himself up off the ground. He gazed down at his brother one last time before he turned on the hoard that dared to interrupt his mourning. He was shaking with rage. 

Raph didn't give the men that rounded the corner a moment to reconsider their actions. He showed them the exact same mercy they had shown his poor brother. Gunshots rang out as he flew forward and tore the weapon away from the offender. He smashed the butt end into the man's face hard enough to crush bone, then turned to the next and speared him with the barrel. 

He spread his wings, slamming two more guards against the wall and earning himself time to grab another. Raph let out an animalistic cry of pure rage as he tore the man's head clean from his shoulders. From there, his fight devolved into little more than a rabid beast, completely devoid of reason or restraint. He wouldn't stop until the hall was painted red. 

When the final guard fell, Raph collapsed to his knees. His body shook as the adrenaline drained from his blood and the consequences of his actions hit him. He was absolutely [i]covered[/i] in blood, and not all of it was his victims'. In their last moments, the guards had tried to fight off the hellish monster that they had helped create. Some of them landed a few good shots. Raph's wings hung loosely by his sides, fresh wounds soaking the white feathers. He held his gut, applying pressure over yet another grievous wound. 

He felt numb to the pain, and to the sheer brutality he had committed. He didn't care about the lives he had taken, even if he ended up losing his own in the process. It became apparent with each raid that Raph's self preservation instincts existed for one single purpose: vengeance. Nothing else would motivate him. 

Chris was prepared to fight, but what he saw was a fall of death as Raphael let every  ounce of rage out upon each man who rounded the corner of the hall way. Christopher had just witnessed the man he calls friend become a demon for a moment, pain no longer became an idea, death was no longer even a thought, just somethihng that will occcur. Chris was left dumbfounded for a time, as he had watched each wall become covered in blood, as maybe moments past before the final shot was fired, and silence occured.

Chris made his way over to Raphael as he sees a man collapsed abd covered in more blood than any man can hold in him. As Raph held himself together by his sheer will at this point, his body looked like it was sent through the wringer, his gut hung loose, and his wings looked like they would be better clipped. But Chris knew he was going to livc, he always did.

CHristopher picked Raphael up and said, [color=goldenrod]"Hey, let's get you out of here, that looks pretty bad"[/color]. As Chris gets the both of them out of the warehouse and into his car where he prepares his seat with a large cloth covering the seat and medical supplies. Here Chris begins patching Raphael up, putting bandages, stuffing wounds, and making sure he wouldn't die on the way.

Once finished, Chris gets into his car and drives them off, Chris began getting on his phone as he starts makiong a call, [color=gold]"Hey, it's me. I'm heading on back, he wound up getting some grevious wounds. Can you get someone over to fix him up?"[/color]. Chris was calm about the situation, he was slightly used to this idea, after all, this was the thing that normally happened to him when he did shit like this. 

The womnan on the other side of the phone seemed less than pleased with what is happening as she said, "I swear to god this always happens. He better not bleed on my carpet". As Chris was about to hang up, but he heard something on the other side of the phone that made him smile as he stayed on the phone as he talked all the way until he made it home.

After an hour or so car ride, Chris began pulling into a large home, it had 2 stories, a large front lawn and garden, a drive way with multiple expensive looking cars, and a large ornate gate. Once Chris pulled in, he began grabbing Raph and taking him inside, being ginger enough not to hurt him as he entered the home, another raid finished.