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[color=777777]Zhen and 141 emerged from the dark edges of the 'bowl' and pushed through the streams of people moving into and out of the club. Many stopped to stare at the two but most stayed out of their way, even the ones with guns. The first and only man to stop them was the one posted at the entrance to the Core. The incredibly large and rather tall man took notice of them soon after they'd stepped out of the shadows, conspicuous as they were. He'd kept his focus on directing the large volume of moving traffic up until the duo stepped under the glowing arches. Faux molten rock cast lazy, eerie orange and red hues across all of their silhouettes. Behind the man and in the shadows were the subtle outlines of two more individuals standing guard.
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[color=white]”Hey.”[/color] His eyes bounced back and forth between the both of them. It was clear by his expression he didn’t know exactly what he was looking at and while he took note of Zhen, he kept looking at 141 who was standing just above him. [color=white]”Club’s closed. Come back later.”[/color]
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Zhen kept distance from the man, close enough to be heard but not letting him or anyone else from the crowd to hover too closely. She trusted Object-141 to watch the crowd and surrounding area, what he lacked in judgment he made up for with superior sensors.

She got right to the point with the man.

[color=a4c2f4]“We have reason to believe an extremely dangerous firebender is taking refuge in your club. I can show you a badge but I doubt it would matter to you. Instead I ask does the owner want to be operating a club or charnel house? You and I both know how fires work in closed spaces.”[/color]
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Traffic going into the club came to a halt but those inside continued to pour out. The ones outside began circling behind both 141 and Zhen, cutting them off from an exit as they assumed a half-circle like position at their rear. 141 didn’t move, remaining where he was behind Zhen like a wall she could lean against. 

The man in front of them fixed his eyes on Zhen’s reflective dome as if he were trying to peer through it to whoever was underneath. Try as he might, however, the only thing he could see was his own face staring back at him… and the entrance behind. He watched more people leaving the club and waited until there was a large enough break in the crowd. Whatever confusion he was suffering from before was gone, replaced only by an acceptance and a determination. [color=white]”Yeah you’re right. I do know.”[/color]

A quick hand sign and one of the figures in the dark on the left shifted, throwing an arm draped in shadow into the wall nearby. Immediately, a large, thick metal door slammed shut behind them, locking everyone out and leaving all those inside trapped. On the right, a figure stepped into the light with their arm raised and a gun in his hand pointed toward Zhen. His short black hair bounced slightly with his step. A glowing cigarette hung from his lips. He pulled from it a lungful of smoke and blew it at her. [color=white]”Made a mistake comin’ on down here on yuh own. Last mistake yuh ever make.”[/color]

His finger tightened on the trigger. 
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Guns were small objects, easy to jostle with a little blast of air. Normally, a precise blast was tricky in the heat of the battle, when distance and the time to focus strained even the abilities of Zhen’s computer aided brain, but the scant seconds while he waited for a reply were ample time for her. She had to shift with her body, her hands to summon the air blast with bending, but a weak one like this required no great exertion, nothing she couldn’t pass off as raising her hands and shifting her stance out of tension. It hit at the perfect angle to toss the gun from his hand, and put of the flame of his cigarette. One less cigarette, she had just lengthened his life by .0001%. Trivial, and not the type of thing she should be thinking about now, but Zhen’s mind had spent so long crunching numbers around the costs and benefits of lives that a fact like that was automatic.

As soon as the gun was out of his grip, she grabbed him with the hand with integrated shock glove and delivered a dose of agony to him. It incapacitated, not killing him, though perhaps he may end up dying anyway for what he just saw. That was a decision someone other than Zhen would make. Now, as the chaos unfolded, she said only one thing  [color=a4c2f4]“141, lethal force  is authorized”[/color]
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Zhen was given a grunt in response.

The first man, the large one, moved to intercept Zhen, but as he took a step in her direction, he was stopped mid-stride when a large hand wrapped around his neck and lifted him off the ground. 141 simply held him there for a moment like a child would a doll, letting him kick and scratch at the arm crushing his throat before it tightened its grip. Bones snapped with a sickening crunch and 141 folded the body over in its hand before turning and tossing it into the crowd behind them. By now, the majority of them had brought their guns to bear on the two intruders, but the boulder of a dead man hurtling toward them scattered their formation and caught some unlucky few in the face. Before they could recover, 141 was already on top and in the middle of the crowd, tearing them to pieces. Screams echoed across the carved chambers of the cavern amidst the sound of gunfire and ricochet.

The body Zhen was attached to continued to spasm under her grasp, but as he lay twitching in the dirt, a dark cloud of thick black smoke began to drift over him and over her arm. It bellowed out from somewhere in front of the now closed doors of the club where the other man had been standing. He was nowhere to be seen.
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Zhen’s next priority was getting some elevation, a perch where she could survey the area better. She jumped, with airbending assisted height, and glided down to a roof above. There she could see the attackers, harass them with more airblasts while 141 wreaked havoc. It would also let her look for an alternate entrance to the club, because the front door no longer looked like a safe path.
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Zhen stood now on a slanted section of the roof to the Core. Below her, the crowd continued in their futile effort to subdue 141. Guns were barking in the dark, smoke and dust was filling the already thick air. The temperature was beginning to rise.

Large neon letters, each one about her height, blasted her silhouette from behind, dousing her in a deep red hue. Beyond the four glowing letters was the dirt wall of the ‘bowl’ they were all in. The very boundary to the lowest point in all of Ba Sing Se, or at least the lowest possible point accessible to most people. There was no visible alternative entrance into the club from up here, but there was someone else on the roof with her.

A bolt of superheated energy struck the side of Zhen’s helmet and bounced harmlessly off, colliding instead with the ‘O’ of the neon sign. Zhen’s figure was immediately cast into shadow as the glass tubing of that letter shattered, breaking the light. From the other side of the still working letters, a figure was once again disappearing into a cloud of thick black smoke.
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In a situation with many threats, it was important to deal with them quickly. The man with the smoke was another complication, but nothing that made Zhen panic. A low slung airblast to dissipate the smoke and disrupt his balance, then a full force blow that she manipulated with remote bending so that it came from behind him, both forces working in harmony to send him flying. As he hurtled forward, she grabbed him out of the air and delivered both a shock with her glove and a cleanly executed hip toss, augmented with yet another airblast to ensure he would be headed over the edge of the roof with enough force that he would be unable to remain conscious. From there she could turn to the rest of the battlefield, ensuring it remained clear of smoke and help 141 to thin the crowd.
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It didn’t take very long at all for the field to clear. The smarter ones ran off. The rest were torn to shreds, unable to subdue the unstoppable physical force that was 141 given the freedom it so badly wanted. Within minutes, the gunfire had stopped and all that remained were a myriad of screams echoing inside the dirt chamber; the unlucky few left alive to suffer the irreparable damage done to their body.

141 itself hadn’t been left completely unscathed. There were small burn marks across its entire body. Dark circles etched into it where bullets had slammed into the armor it wore and bounced harmlessly off. With the way it was covered in blood stains and streaks, it was difficult to tell if any of the bullets had found the weak points in between the platinum weave plates. However, 141 didn’t show any signs of pain or slowing down. It lumbered back to the door, a lifeless corpse hanging from its grasp as it dragged part of the body on the ground behind it.
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With the man on the roof dispatched, Zhen found a fire escape, the entrance blocked by a locked door. They had taken some precautions after all. She stood off to the side, entering her stance and gathering her energy for what came next. It was a well rehearsed routine of calm breathing, circular motions, and emptying her mind, a process executed flawlessly and without any spiritual intent. Like everything in life, Airbending could be reduced to raw physical realities when Zhen thought about it.

Inside Zhen’s brain, in the circuits now enmeshed with her own cortex, a radio pulse stirred. A tiny signal, made with hardware not designed for it, it would not carry beyond the immediate distance, it only transmitted one byte at a time. The fastest she could get it to go was only enough for simple text transmission, in the most basic code, but she knew the intended recipient would understand. R-E-A-D-Y were the only letters that were sent, then just numbers, ticking down, a timecode approaching zero.

She did not wait for any acknowledgement for 141, it knew what to do. Her own airblast burst forth and ripped the door off it’s hinges, still carrying enough overpressure to disoriented anyone in the hallway. No shots came into the doorway so she thought it safe to dive through, and when she heard shouts coming from beyond bend in the hallway, she conjured another airblast to pick up the door from it’s resting place at the end and throw it down towards whoever was over there.

To take advantage of the opening she created an air scooter and stood on it, hurtling down the corridor. She saw a few armed men now looking at her, attention off the main door, some already disabled by her move with the door. Another took aim at her, she gave him an airblast straight to the chest to send him flying, while one closer struggled to adjust to her speed she lept off the air scooter and let it run into another of them. Still in the air, she hit him with a small air blast, enough to disarm his loose grip on his gun and sending him spinning around. As she came down while his back was turned she wrapped her legs around his shoulders and then pulled down, combining with gravity to spike his head into the ground.

When Zhen had finished with him, she noticed one of the others armed with a heavier, belt-fed 
gun, now aiming it at her and a split second away from pulling the trigger. The rest were behind him, preparing their own assault. An easy opportunity. Just as he began to fire, she conjured a tornado underneath him and let him spin wildly with his field of fire. She was low to the ground, out reach, but his companions were not. He fired and watched them all fall from his 360 degree torrent, head spinning and disorientation grow as smoke bellowed from the barrel. The tornado stopped when his magazine was empty, and he could barely stand from the disorientation, unable to stop Zhen from walking near him and tapping him on the shoulder with an electric grasp that would make him join the rest of his companions, disabled on the floor. While the shocks surged forth, she had one phrase to say to him [color=a4c2f4]“Trigger discipline.”[/color]
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By the time 141 managed to lift the large door blocking his entry, the group guarding that door had been handily taken care of. It noted Zhen standing just beyond a spread of bodies, each one riddled with bullet holes while one seemingly took a door to the face. All of them were dead. He simply huffed and began lumbering forward. If his objective in that very moment was taken care of, all that was left of him to do was move on to the next.

Just beyond the flight of stairs were the sounds of more people. Screaming and shouting. Some of it sounded commanding while others sounded panicked. There was the distinct scraping noise of objects being dragged across the floor. The sharp sound of glass shattering. The sound of rounds being chambered. All of it to the backdrop of the music that hadn’t stopped playing. It seemed the DJ had left their post in a hurry.

As soon as 141’s form crested the top landing of the flight of stairs, the group below opened fire.[/color][/quote]
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