[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 06:25:01
Polavian Standard Vodka Distillery,
Novy Jork,
Capital Province,
Republic of Polavia
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[color=#39FF14][center][b][h3][i]Rowan Morgana[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr][/color]

Rowan was doing her best to keep track of the action. Things switched into high gear rapidly. She had used a spell to freeze a large section of the wall before shattering it with a lightning bolt to attack the guards from behind as Borys drew their attention from the doorway into the room. She used her whip to disable and kill guards as she attacked from behind. Her whip yanked their guns off target and slashing out at hands to make them drop what they were carrying. The situation rapidly devolved as they ran into more PSA guards inside the factory with heavy shields. Felix and Silas had managed to make it to the control room on the upper level to shut down the conveyer belts. Bullets and flying potion bottles were being exchanged in a comical mix of modern technology and magic that looked absolutely ludicrous to witness. Rowan had given up on trying to minimize collateral damage. It was all about survival and getting out of this damn trap that was baited with excellent vodka. The fire alarm was going off now. So much for getting out of the factory without others knowing. If they didn’t know there were intruders on the premises before, they did now! Between gunfire, explosions, and screaming it was a wonder they hadn’t been overrun already. 

Rowan ducked back into cover just in time as a bullet whizzed by her head. She continued to move deeper into the factory. She was trying to make it to the other side without being trapped. She was grateful to be using her potions and whip to give her mana some time to recover. She then stopped and smiled as she looked at the belt full of open top vodka bottles on the way to the bottle cap machine. 

A burst of gunfire followed by angry cursing hosed the bottles behind her where she had just been. She snickered in glee with mischief in her eyes as she grabbed an open full bottle of vodka and chucked it hard at the guard she had moved closer too. She pointed her finger at him and chanted under her breath as sparks left her fingers towards the guard now covered in vodka. The guard screamed as he exploded into flames. Rowan pulled her pistol and shot the screaming guard in the head. She ducked back down behind the conveyor belt as she tried to get a sense of what was happening. 

Rowan heard Oksana call out [color=6ecff6]"Glassed his ass, Rowan!"[/color] She smiled at the comment even as she ducked back into cover as another guard took a potshot at her. The vodka bottles behind and to the right of her exploded in a shower of glass and liquid. Rowan cackled again as she called out to the guard [color=#39FF14]“Oh look another idiot! Did someone miss having their caffeine this morning?”[/color] 

She chucked another flaming bottle before ducking back into cover. She stayed in low and behind cover as the action seemed to end. It looked like all the guards were down. She recovered what ammo she could from the guards she had taken down. She shoved it all into her backpack. Maybe someone else could use it later. She tried to stick to her strengths and guns were not it. 

Rowan moved towards the team as they were finally joined by Felix and Silas as they came down a metal stairway near the large window in the factory wall. Rowan kept her eyes scanning for movement. This was no time to get complacent. Oksana threw a vodka bottle  at the window, shattering it. Felix leapt through the window and helped Oksana through it. Rowan decided she would take the easy path and pulled her broom from her back. She hopped onto it channeling mana into the activation runes. The broom lifted her easily into the air. She ducked close the handle and flew through the shattered window into the next room. She landed next to Oksana and put her broom back away, sliding it back into place behind her. 

She ducked down behind a conveyor belt next to Oksana as new hostiles erupted into the space. The new hostiles were swearing at them. Rowan muttered to herself.[color=#39FF14] “I don’t have time for this. I have great faith they are going to fuck up all on their own.”[/color] She peaked over the top of the conveyor belt to see what was happening and where she could be of help the most. She was running out of potions. She blinked as a purplish pink gas grenade was used to take out the group of hostiles. Rowan pulled her mask into place and fitted into place. She pulled her cloak around her, sealing the edges. Through the gas came a mercenary she was not familiar with. She was instantly alert. The man moved like an operator, a highly skilled one. She was leery of him based on his tools of choice. He was using things from her bag of tricks. She noted his armor was no nonsense, practical and effective. 

Rowan stayed in cover next to Oksana as she spoke to the man. 

[quote][color=6ecff6]Oksana: "You're not with them. Who are you?"[/color] She noted, keeping a rifle pointed direct at him, the closest to him. She would see all of it coming. She'd be faster than him if he tried something. Or at least, whatever illusion of him he projected. Felix was nicer.[/quote]

[quote][color=fff200]Felix: "Holy shit. Cal."[/color] Felix chuckled, his own rifle high. [color=fff200]"Been a while. Given you're not invisible. I guess you're not here to kill us?"[/color] Felix added, pointing the 417 down, the capabilities of Upswing maybe not known by the entire team, beyond rumour, but known by Felix. As a Team Lead, he'd know other people, particularly casters in Reactor. And Upswing was one such character. He kept hand to rifle, ready anyway....
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Rowan’s eyes narrowed as she heard Felix’s response. Felix seemed to know the operator which meant he was with Reactor. Rowan didn’t know if that was good news or bad news. The last group they had run into was trying to capture her. Before she could contemplate that an explosion took out the wall on the far side of the room and a new set of players entered the battlefield. Rowan rolled her eyes and ducked back down out of sight. This was getting ridiculous. [color=#39FF14][i]How many fucking people knew she was headed to Novy Jork and  was hunting her in this damn factory?![/i][/color] Rowan sighed as she tried to understand the new battlefield dynamics and who the latest players were. She kept out of sight but was listening closely. 

[quote]The new Adidas wearing warlock called out [color=ed1c24]"Comrades, weapons down."[/color] She simply announced, walking forwards, looking at them. [color=ed1c24]"You interrupted a business meeting. I will interrupt yours. Including you, Borys Skala. Alcohol poisoning hasn't gotten you yet."[/color] [/quote]

Rowan was annoyed. She was ready to get out of this stinking factory and away from all the guns and people trying to capture her to sell her to the serial torture guy. She rolled her eyes thinking she was not a comrade of theirs. She had no clue who the person was and could care less. If they tried to prevent them leaving they just became a problem to overcome. 

[quote][color=fff200]"Didn't know it was business."[/color] Felix replied, Upswing between them in crossfire, all parties holding guns at each other. 
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The new player was blocking their escape route with their team. In the middle was the dangerous feeling operator who had used the poison gas grenade. With their team hiding behind equipment on the opposite wall where the glass window into the factory was. 

[quote][color=ed1c24]"Well, causing me so much trouble seems to make it mine."[/color] She had the sound of a haggard old woman, despite the fact that beyond the shade of the hood, she looked Borys's age too.[/quote]

Rowan’s eyes widened as Oksana entered the conversation.[color=#39FF14] [i]Did everyone know the players in Polavia but her?[/i] [/color]She listened as Felix and Oksana and the new person went back and forth. Rowan gritted her teeth as yet another person was demanding she be handed over. She would happily help kill Olygarkov all over again. Anyone who thought he was a good man deserved to die in her book. Rowan’s fingers began running down her potion bandolier to see what she had left. Only some healing potions left. Rowan muttered softly to herself [color=#39FF14] “Shit!”[/color]

The conversation ended as the caster summoned ghost dogs. Rowan sighed and pulled her broom from her back. She activated one of its features as she poured mana into it. She used it with dispel magic to suck mana from the ghost dogs. She began to sweat as she poured more mana into the spell hoping to help her team by pulling enough mana from them to dispel them back into the aether. 

Rowan missed what some of the team were planning as she had to concentrate to keep her spell going. She could feel it working as one dog seemed to fade from view. She kept going even as she heard the others responding. 

[quote][color=6ecff6]"Shit, Felix, plan?!"[/color] Oksana barked, laying out one of the men as she moved [/quote]

[quote][color=fff200]"Fuck knows, we need to leave! Now! Upswing, you with us, or you here to kill Rowan? There's a queue for all of us, make your call now if you're gonna do it, cos I'm so fucking done with this shithole! No offense, Borys!" [/color]Felix yelled, spraying rounds down range, pulling Upswing into cover from where he'd been, looking the DSR native in the eyes, his wild, lion like eyes coming back out, as Oksana kept up suppressing fire. [/quote]

[quote][color=6ecff6]"There's an emergency exit there, Felix how many dogs is she sending at us?!"[/color] Oksana yelled back, the dog barking as she felt felt her inner animal lover was being tortured right now. This was awful! How the fuck did someone have a craft this bad? This was like, worse than any nightmare he was in, even as a feline shapeshifter himself, what on earth was fucking wrong with Yelena? [/quote]

The caster maintained control of the dogs who were phasing in and out. Rowan hoped she was at least costing the other caster more mana to maintain control. She began to feel the strain as she tried to pull the spell’s power source from the other caster. She pushed her mana into the spell harder. A ghost dog came charging towards her. Rowan blocked it with her broom. She smiled as direct contact with the broom caused the spell to be stronger, dispelling the dog. The broom captured the mana from the spell used to power the caster’s connection to the ghost dog, replenishing some of the mana she had used. She smiled knowing this was going to work. 

She moved to back up Oksana. She took up a guarding position at her back. Rowan stood up and began to attack the ghost dogs with her broom. The spell was working. Her mana was being replenished and the spell was getting stronger with every dog she hit. She used the handle of the broom to wield it like a quarter staff. 

[color=#39FF14]Rowan: “You know I am tired of people demanding I be handed over like a piece of damn luggage. I don’t know who you are but you seem to know who I am. You all seem to forget that I am a caster as well.” [/color]

Rowan took out another rabid dog that charged straight towards her. She let out a frustrated war cry and began to run towards the caster that was blinking around. If she could hit them with her broom, she could suck the mana out of them.  

Rowan yelled out to her team. 

[color=#39FF14] Rowan: “I will take out the dogs. Gather up and charge for the exit. You take out the goon squad. Let’s go!” [/color]

She was tired of this shit and she was pissed. Her emotions carried as her power was being manifested. Her hair crackled under her suit which was still sealed. She didn’t want to be taken out by anyone else’s poison. Rowan charged into the fray her broom a weapon sucking the mana out of the spell that controlled the conjured beasts. She literally swept them back into the spirit plane collecting the mana that helped them manifest. This wrenched mana away from the other caster. 

[color=#39FF14] Rowan: "Chaos surrounds us, but I will gladly show it who is in control.” [/color]