[CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/Rk6rkQs.png[/img][/CENTER][COLOR=AD4500][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=BLACK][I]Quraci Border,[/I] - [I]Bialya[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]A H.I.V.E. Mind #1.02:[/b] [COLOR=BLACK][I]That Stings A Little[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=AD4500][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=BLACK][I]None[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [URL=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5358609][COLOR=black][I]What's the Buzz?[/I][/COLOR][/URL][/right][/SUP][/color]
[INDENT][COLOR=GRAY][COLOR=white]"The plan's being blasted to hell, Gramps!"[/COLOR]

Wintergreen could barely hear Evelyn's strained voice as she cursed him through volley after volley of gunfire. Dust and sand flew every which way, disturbed and tossed about by the helicopter above the team. It circled around once again, positioning itself to take another pass. In front of Team 7, was what was left of a wall. Its crumbling concrete and exposed rebar were barely holding together and it was unlikely to take another round from the chopper's pair of six barrelled rotary machine guns.

[COLOR=white]"For a marksman, you've done surprisingly little to return fire."[/color] Angelica sniped from behind a nearby column.

[color=white]"I don't exactly see your swords being overly helpful."[/color] 

Slade rolled his eyes. It was bad enough they had been pinned down, it was only made worse with Angelica and Evelyn deciding that now was a good time to trade snide insults. 

[color=white]"[b]Enough.[/b]"[/color] The edge to his voice was more than enough to still whatever retort that Angelica was preparing. They were foreign agents breaking countless treaties just by stepping foot in Bialya, let alone the predicament they now found themselves in. A.R.G.U.S. and more certainly, the United States, would disown every one of them if they were caught.

That wasn't an option.

Outright killing the Bialyan militants also wasn't an option. In the best-case scenario, Bialya would blame it on a terrorist attack, worst case they'd claim it was a Quraci attack and push towards open warfare. Instead, they needed to find a way to cripple the chopper without killing those inside. 
 
[color=white]"Wintergreen, Crawford, Lance and Daniels, I need all four of you to return fire. Make it look good, but don't hit the chopper."[/color] Slade instructed, readying his own weapon before motioning to the remaining two.

[color=white]"Ish, I need you to overcharge your gravity sheath."[/color]

[color=white]"If I do that, the suit will have to discharge the energy, it'll basically create an-"[/color] Ish paused, his eyes suddenly lighting up. Muttering aloud in a rushed breathe, he counted on a few fingers before looking back at Slade.

[COLOR=WHITE]"I'll just need a moment."[/COLOR]

Nodding, the super-soldier turned to the last member of his squad.

[COLOR=WHITE]"When I give the signal, I need you to throw Ish at the helicopter. How's your fastball?"[/color]

Furrowing her eyebrows, Caitlin's eyes widened before darting from the helicopter to Isherwood and back to Slade. She had only been along for a handful of missions, her roles usually weren't combat heavy. If the team needed an obstacle moved or a door opened, that's where Caitlin came in. As she understood it, her presence was no more than a way of strong-arming her father into cooperating with A.R.G.U.S.

[COLOR=WHITE]"Fairchild!"[/COLOR] Slade's tone snapped Caitlin back into the moment. She hurriedly nodded before responding.

[COLOR=WHITE]"I can do it, Sir!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=WHITE]"Ish?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=WHITE]"Ready when she is, boss."[/COLOR] Came David's reply. Gunfire echoed into the night sky as the rest of the team began firing. Above them, the helicopter was on a direct approach, its miniguns firing already, exploding more sand into the night sky.

[COLOR=WHITE]"Do it."[/COLOR] Slade ordered as Caitlin suddenly grew in size. What was once a waif-like girl barely coming up to the chest of the six-foot-four hardened soldier, was now replaced by an Amazonian woman standing nearly a head taller than Slade.

[COLOR=WHITE]"One fastball special coming right up."[/COLOR] As the words left her mouth, so too did Isherwood fly through the air. The helicopter's rotors made first contact with the gravity sheath. A hexagonal pattern blast of orange light filled the sky. Falling against the chopping, subsequent blasts of light filled the sky as the blades repeatedly struck the sheath.

[COLOR=WHITE]"C'mon, Ish-"[/COLOR] The words were barely out of Slade's mouth before a blinding pulse of energy washed over the team. The shockwave knocking each of them to the ground.[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]
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