[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 06:19:51 Polavian Standard Vodka Distillery, Novy Jork, Capital Province, Republic of Polavia [/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color] But with a grin he look at the holy glad ang, "well long time since I've seen one of those. Let's go." He tests the door now as Felix stacks beside him, "Clear..." and edges the door open enough that Felix and get the flashbang inside, "Let's make some noise yeah?" [/quote] Prepped up, Felix nodded, giving a silent, but simple response. "It's a crowd pleaser. Set. Upper team, moving in." Pin peeled, the knurled purple left his hand and bounced off the metal cabin wall, before settling, Felix making sure to shut the door and point his head away. Once, he'd been flipped with someone inside by catching the light. And well, that wouldn't be much for for either of them. The light flashed bright white and pink, like something from a certain film series when the ark was opened up in front of the bodies. The men inside screamed, as all of them stumbled, one falling over, utterly confused where he was. Blind and literally flipped in position in the sorting cabin. A Holy Flashbang had the effect of inverting positions, a classic Kalan trick that their Riot Priests would use. So, the goons inside would be flipped, and it made Felix and Silas entering, with shotguns, basically able to shoot them like fish in a barrel. Except two versions of Felix entered. One going right, another left. It was a mindfuck, inside a mindfuck. If he was a lion right now, this would be why Felix was disgustingly capable in getting through doors. One, two, three, four. By the time they were done, Felix having taken the two on the left with the Masterkey, the room was a much grimmer shade of red as the bottles now went by covered in blood, the Libolian flicking new buckshot into the shotgun, stepping over bodies, trying to PID them. "More PSA. Uniforms track with what they had ten years ago." Felix added, as more gunfire could be heard, not at them, but from below. [hr] [quote]“Give it a minute, then tell me if shooting me in the chest works or not.”[/quote] "I'm a seer. Not someone who tells you the obvious, because right now, you're two, maybe three vodka bottles away from unable to organise a piss up here if you want to stay as a pointman." Roxie poked back, looking back to the other witch for ideas, rather than problems. She listened to Rowan, seeing the witch try to seer herself. It wasn't as effective. It wasn't going to work. But, she was creative. That she had to say. [quote]She grinned as she had a thought. “Well who said we had to use the door? What if we went through the wall instead of the door? I still have some acid left. They might notice that before we got through. I could freeze the wall and then channel a lightning bolt into the wall causing it to shatter inward.” She turned to Borys with a smile. “There might be some collateral damage though. You wouldn’t hold that against me, right?” She made a blow up motion with her hands to indicate shattered bottles. [/quote] Oksana's eyes rolled up into her head again, as she held onto the railing, before phasing back in. "Okay, this is what I saw...." -- The vision was clear. The frozen metal suddenly shattered as Borys charged through after the lightning bolt, shotgun man drawing fire onto him, as Roxie aimed for top of thorax, 9mm shredding the unarmoured neck of the Altyn-wearing nerd, the breach so unexpected that the PSA militants inside were drawn out, any fire on Borys, and luckily, that meaning Rowan and Oksana had clean ability to shred the others, with clean, tactical fire. Within seconds, bullet casings were on floor, as she shrugged. "Huh. Just like I thought it would." This wasn't a vision. Reality played out rather nicely, the version of it Roxie could imagine at least, this particular breach, this particular version, perfect to inch. As the chaos stopped, Oksana picked up the Saiga-12K, and threw it towards a pissed Borys, it bouncing off him given the knock, as she put hand to face. "I'm so fucking stupid." She said to herself, realising in every version of reality, Borys wasn't gonna see that coming. But she wasn't exactly seeing in that moment, she was too busy seeing something else. They'd made noise and the fire alarm went off, and well, the machinery was at a halt. [hr] "We've stirred the hornet's nest. Let's capitalise on shock and awe, we need to punch out of the distillery and find transport. Weapons hot." Felix called into comms, the breached room left behind, wanting to make progress. Sooner they got through, the better. With it, Silas and Felix kept the high road, staying on the gantries as bullets flew, bottles smashing as Felix slid into cover, switched to the 417, icing a few more PSA militants that came in, regular fire working, as he bolted from point to point, still not feeling like he could switch. Nor wanted to. For now, at this range, a rifle was perfect. A lion was not fitting through those doors, after all. Downstairs, Oksana's team had cleared out, and were now in the production area- the bottling plant's various conveyor belts, and more PSA militants were filling in area. "Contacts front!" She called, as bullets smashed bottles, Oksana diving into cover and grabbing one, throwing it and using it as a nice distraction to get an enemy in cover covered in shards of glass, before aiming at their exposed leg, enough of an opening for her to relocate and reload, before waiting and picking them through the sheet metal. Clambering over the production line, Oksana found cover behind another machine panel, as the machines suddenly whirred back into life, the conveyor belts continuing. "Ah, fuck! We need to shut it down, we can't cross safely.....ah fuck it." Roxie sighed, taking out another militant that moved in, wondering just what on earth they were doing here. She knew nothing on drugs, but why put psychoactive substances in these? There was no way they had anything ready based on the trains and looks of things, so it must have been a discussion. An armoured recon that was met by the force of a load of armed wizards and witches. "Me and Silas are approaching a control room, we might be able to shut it down! We've got eyes on hostiles massing, they're bringing shields!" Felix called out, from on high, the gantries now being busy with hostiles, as they fought through the halogen illuminated factory, still headed towards the main element itself- the distillery, on the far side of the cabins and conveyors they were at. Oksana saw that coming, and dodged as one of them sprayed at her with an SMG behind a tactical police shield, Oksana bareling into cover and firing at the legs, dropping the enemy into a killshot, before backing down, her vision getting absolutely shitty. --- "Rowan, see if you can use your acid on the shield goons, blyat! Borys, if now was a time to get shitfaced, it would help!" Oksana was disgusted by saying those words. But, for the latter, it as perfection. --- Felix meanwhile, stuck close with Silas, the shapeshifter dumping mags and switching to one of his last three, aware he had to be careful, aware he couldn't be burning through this much. He switched to the Masterkey on turning a corner past a machine, blasting an enemy to the abdomen then head as he fell forwards, pushing him out of the way to get back into cover, as more gunfire rang out, Felix and Silas having to go through a conventional gunfight, but, Felix happy if Silas could pull something off here on the higher gantries.