Izurich
Vlad Tepes
TokyoPewPew
VeyrinDay
@Eviledd1984 @Veyrinday
“Come on Nina we gotta go, if we stay here we’ll end up like Lilith and Emma.”
Upon Maggie's frantic shouting, Nina snapped out of her horrified trance and grabbed her friend's hand, running with her through the flurry of bullets zipping past, the sporadic rattle of gunfire echoing throughout the hellscape that the city street had become. She took one last look over her shoulder at the dead police officer, Emma's cold, vacant stare looking back at her, conjuring in her belly a sharp pang of guilt and remorse. "Dammit! This was all my fault!" She was screaming inside her head, tears continuing to run down her scratched up and slightly bruised face. "I should have never ratted Maggie out! But if I didn't, then those Yamagata suits would've killed her first! Fuck! Why does there always have to be a wrong answer to everything?!"
Suddenly, Nina screamed out, a quick burst of pain erupting from her shoulder with a squelch of blood. "Ah!
Fuck!" She grasped at the tear in her blue jacket, warm, red liquid seeping between her dainty fingers. Nevertheless, Nina grit her teeth and tried to ignore it as best she could, shouting back to Maggie as they kept running away from the viciously pursuing Regulators. "I- Agh! I-I'm fine! Let's keep moving! I think I know a place we can lay low!"
Cutting off the street and into a nearby alleyway, Nina kept running with Maggie in hand. Eventually, the sound of gunfire and running feet was becoming more distant. "In here! Hurry!" She pulled Maggie through an unassuming doorway, slamming the large metal door behind her and bolting it shut.
Unbeknownst to Nina however, she and Maggie had barged into what appeared to be the workshop of a ripperdoc. She fell against the door with her back pressed to it, breathing heavily and feeling like her lungs were blazing hot. "We....we did it, Maggie... We're safe..." Her legs weak and trembling, Nina slid down the door onto her backside, setting down on the cold concrete floor and burying her face into her knees. Sweat poured down her brow in beads, soaking into her tank top as she gasped trying to catch her breath, not knowing of the ripperdoc and his patient, a young Asian woman, staring right at her and Maggie.
@Sniblet
"Warlock, this is Team 2. Snipers are in position above Fremont. Looks like we got a goddamn jamboree down there, over. Target has escaped on foot. The blonde's with her too."
"Copy Team 2. Birds are in position overhead. Have the Regulators stand down until further notice. We need to minimize civilian casualties as much as possible, over."
"Roger, Warlock."
Desmond peered over the edge of the fuselage through his scope as the choppers circled overhead surveying the bloody scene, bodies lying everywhere amidst the boiling black smoke emanating from burning cars. Most of the dead were Regulators, as he could tell by their signature body armor and weapons, but it was the last corpse Desmond viewed from above that made his stomach churn and flip. A woman, a cop at that, was lying face down in a pool of blood, her police cruiser riddled with bullet holes. The Regulators showed her absolutely no mercy it seemed. He would have to deal with them later though. Reaching again for his comm, he radioed towards the pilot in the cockpit, "War Thunder, take us down. We'll move through the alley on foot." He then radioed to the sniper team, specifically Mira, "Pinky, Target has moved into the nearby alley. We're going to move in and flush her out. Be advised, biometric scan has shown possible cybernetics installed in her brain. It could be a mnemonic storage device. No headshots on this one, Pink. Do I make myself clear?"
Before Dez could get an answer though, the chopper landed on the road just a few blocks from where all the chaos had gone down. Quickly he checked his weapons and gear then ordered his men to pile out and move on foot towards the alley. "Team One, stack up and check your corners. We don't know if this is an ambush. Skegs, Gryphon, you two take point. Watch the windows for snipers."
"Warlock, this is War Thunder. We're at bingo fuel, over. Heading back to base to refit and refuel."
"Copy, War Thunder. Warlock out. Team, stack up on that door. I'm getting a strong reading from there." Dez pointed towards a large metal door just a few feet down the alley. As ordered, his men took up positions beside it and prepared to breach.
"Remember, we're only after the data. Kill anyone else who gets in the way."
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@Dark Cloud
*Riiiing*
*Riiiing*
As Sanguis was leaving the scene of the brutally beaten detective clinging to life outside of his vehicle, he would hear the faint, polyphonic echo of a phone ringing, a burner phone dropped off in an alley by a young Japanese woman on a custom Yamagata RGZ-1 motorbike before screaming off into the night with only her red taillight trailing behind her.
Upon picking it up and answering it, his ear would be filled with the voice of a much older man, his tone pleasant and thick with an Asian accent.
"Moshi moshi, Sanguis-San. We cannot thank you enough for silencing that meddlesome detective. Unfortunately, we have a few more loose ends to tie up. The prostitute the detective spoke with earlier, we want her dead. She already knows far too much. After you have dealt with her, we want you to locate a young woman. Her name is Magdalene Harwood. Goes by the name Acid_Burn online. She is in possession of a valuable data package we want you to intercept. Once she gives you the data, we want you to kill her and bring the data to us. Your talents have been invaluable to Yamagata-San. He is willing to pay you more than double our usual fee if you accept. Do not disappoint us."
