Raph followed her instructions, letting Enri get to work, adding no words. Sometimes it was best to let the master work. And well, outside it sounded like Jamie was doing precisely that, painting fire, and blasting apart the BMPs, then making a hell of a lot more noise, the .50 cals ringing out. Far away, Tahlia was picking up targets of opportunity, but knew she had to get moving herself. Best not to stay too long for any other countersnipers to get a bead. She'd overstayed her welcome.
The BMPs detonated outside, as Enri gave the all clear. With it, Raph hit the command on the laptop he was at, and well, the tower severed the link, and with it, jammed the signal.
"Queen, do you read? Signal is out, repeat, signal is out. Do what you have to do."
The supporting forces were driving one hell of a wedge, and a friendly LAV-25 rolled past Jamie, the troops nearby looked in awe, a silent one as they had a mine to secure. Jamie was a giant among men, perhaps one they'd tell stories of one day, but it seemed like here, their work was done.
"Nicely done, team. Javi, grab the team for extract, then come by me. We'll let them take it from here. Much as we need to join the fun, let's keep our presence here to a minimum. We got what we needed." Tahlia called into the comms, the decision hard, but a pragmatic one. No point sticking around if the transmitter was doing it's thing, and NATO forces had now stopped the counter-attack, and gotten their presence here clear. Questions would be asked the longer they stayed as to what exactly Raven's presence had been.
When they would turn up to the tower, they'd likely just assume it was a disabled telecommunications transmitter, and that the rogue element had been defending the mine itself, as perhaps a dispute rather than a formal tool. That was best. Questions would sink the secrecy that Raven held dear, and well, questions could be answered better to senior officers, rather than grunts.
Time to go. Time to get out, as Raph covered the door, and moving across, the hovercraft rattled into position.
The light at the end of all things. Raph, and Tahlia just prayed that the other teams had their bits covered.
Adam Stanislaw Kajtanowicz
Soundtrack: Free Bird (TOTEM)- Lynyard SkynardThe heavy that tangled with Chuck certainly had made a mark, but as he gurgled on the floor, a horde more troops were coming in, which Ebrima had gotten to, as well as Ebrima, who was turning shit inside out. It felt fluid, fast, and most of all, unhinged, algal tanks spilling on the floor and creating a messy green from the spotless concrete and metal, the gunfire echoing. Troops were charging around, and a heavy contingent of exos lay between them and the final tank, right at the end of the room, where the Raven team had cut through a hot knife like butter to reach.
There were a lot of hostiles to clear, and no doubt, the Raven team must have felt like they were in a spectacularly epic end of the level fight, with vertical movement, soldiers getting ragdolled and blasted from every angle, given how much munition was getting thrown around in here. If there was ever a moment for each of them to demonstrate what they could do, it was now, from Chuck tanking fire despite his hurt, to Boaro slicing through enemies, to Ban bouncing bullets and running circles.
They were so close, but there was one last one, in her heavier-set exo, field generator active, saucy response with a skull and heart-like balaclava on, Luisa seemed determined to hold them back, a custom-rigged PKP in hand, a mini-missile system equivalent to Rose's exo in Chile on her shoulder to just make sure he kept moving. Money was one motivator. Wiping out Boaro was another. And his stupid friends.
"Ah, Boaro! So nice of you to come see us! Shame you'll be leaving, in a fucking bodybag, mierda! You and your two friends!" She nonchalantly yelled, as the exo-clad soldiers started pinning down Chuck and Ban, giving them a tougher fight at the centre of the rig, whislst Luisa picked out Ebrima, one on one. She had the upper hand in tech, but no doubt, even if she didn't survive this, she was dragging him with her to hell in her mind.
Meanwhile, up top, Adam watched as Freya just went in and slaughtered the room, red everywhere, including over the giantess in the midst of it.
"Clear. We need to move to neutralise the pump system, fast. Don't hit any pipes, if there's any leak, we're totally fucked. Once we get confirmation the toxin is dead, then we raise hell." It felt like an afterstatement, as Adam opened the next, a few bits of gunfire rattling from below, as they moved through the catwalk, and to the next door, Adam spraying rounds into two more men that ran through, before Freya had the chance to turn them into liquid. Running through the tight door, one Freya no doubt would need to squeeze through, the rounds were heavy outside, and Adam's field generator at least held for now as he slid into cover, spraying rounds, covering Freya. She was no doubt about to turn this into a popsicle field, as they moved through the top of the rig, on top of the massive warehouse, through the pipework and various structures that dotted the topside, on the spray-filled morning of the Atlantic.
The fighting was hard, as Adam went from point to point, using his EVOLYSYS to spray down heavy fire onto the cabins, clipping a squad of men, using his exo to charge hard and keep moving. It felt relentless, and Freya had her own share of things to do, but between them, they carved like a knife through butter, Adam leaping over a catwalk and ambushing another group as Freya took fire, clipping her flanks with relative ease. The command room was up ahead, and whilst there was another way to it, this was the fastest way that didn't involve going through the majority of forces defending the toxin tank below.
As they made their way into the command room, the sound of thumping could be heard, Adam checking the bottom half of the large glass-fronted structure, a large lobby that lead to a massive control room looking over the rest of it. There were a lot of bodies, a lot of blood from the fighting, and even Adam was feeling a bit of the toll. But they were heavy as hell footsteps, and suddenly, around the corner, there she was.
Laura Zeiss."Oh....kurwa." It felt like an understatement. Many people laughed at such an operator, and Skye had known how many people got torched on fire by someone like that taking it very seriously. There was no reasoning with her. That armour, Trophy System, and well, her flamer kit, that was no joke. The stories were all true.
"Freya! Shit, I didn't think it would be you!" Laura cackled through her gas mask, turning her flamethrower towards the two. There's no denying, whilst the Russian below was large, Laura was....well, intimidating in her own way. Her THICC suit seemed an impenetrable wall, and well, having a modified flamethrower with a jet-engine like flame wall arrangement that she'd made in her own workshop, well, now that just made things a little unfair.
"Laura, what the fuck are you doing here?" Adam yelled, watching as Laura chuckled, heartily, a little disappointed it was going this way, but still, business was business.
"They promised me a spot after it's done, business is business so I guess I made my decision.....come on Freya, not too late to join, but your little plus one, he ain't coming!" And with it, Laura turned the flamethrower out, filling the hall with fire, cackling, knowing it would certainly affect Freya alright, and if it wasn't for Adam's quick field generator flick, he'd have been fried. Running back, Laura giggled, and with it, sprouted what looked like a pair of rollerskates at her feet, and with a gentle push and what looked like her turning her pyro another way, rattled forward.
Adam didn't have words. He imagined Freya, a friend of hers, may have had even less.
They were gonna have to stop her if they were taking this plant out. One way or another.
Skye plinked a few more rounds down range, the M31 in a rapid fire punching hard holes into the targets they hit, the recoil sharp but nothing the Scot couldn't take, the coiled rifle making a hell of a bang up against armoured targets, whilst Athena simply put rounds down range and threw loose items at whichever one of them came her way, improvising with one of their HK416 rifles at one point, dumping a mag into one before like an angry toddler, throwing one down the hall at one and then icing them with her REX revolver. The redhead and the blonde made a team, as the Scot, even exo-less was still picking up targets like no tomorrow, moving around a island-styled kitchen unit and picking up crew on the other side of her cover.
Out of nowhere, a roar could be heard, as an exo tore through the wall, the only thing between Skye getting crushed being Athena, who in turn, managed to bear hug. What sounded like hydraulics screaming into Athena were then Athena yelling out, as Skye clattered a round into the exo's head, knocking them back, holding the trigger and holding, then releasing. The shot basically turned their head into a pink mist, as Athena dusted herself down.
"Thanks!" She shrugged, Skye giving a middle finger back, sighing.
Moving forward, Skye looked across to the team, Athena covering the rear, including Oliver who followed close, the call of Sam finding the hidden compartment news to Skye, as she knew they had to keep pressing. Skye gave a wave to Oliver to help her out, knowing they needed to secure that room, post haste.
"Chaos, get to that terminal and take the hacker out! Don't touch a fucking thing, check the hacker to see if there's anything on him!" Skye called into comms, skidding into cover, Athena blasting rounds before switching to the MAC-10s and spraying more, destroying a little more of her future penthouse, or so she hoped. Skye peeked and with the M31, slotted rounds efficient into two of their skulls, with a sickening crunch.
The hacker sprayed rounds down range at Sam, but was clearly not as good of a marksman as the Raven team were. As well trained as he was, as good as he was setting up traps, he was outgunned, outmanned, and clearly, out of his end.
Meanwhile, Skye moved from cover, the next door for the wheelhouse, and well, the cockpit of this blimp.
"Well, you gave it a good go." Rose's voice called, as the door opened, rifles aimed, the counterpart of Skye's walking across, looking at everyone gathered here, fearless even in this end.
"Hands by your head! Your repeater is out, so no activating the rig, or going anywhere. You're at a dead end, Lynx. Rose. Whatever your fucking name is!" Skye roared, Rose looking on, shrugging, sitting up on a table, hands by her head.
"So you gonna shoot then? I mean, you're smart enough to understand how this works now. And you touch that terminal, you're dead anyway. Not that you care, you'd sacrifice them all in the end to make sure I don't come back. Wouldn't you?" Rose asked, sighing, Skye moving closer, but far enough to beat Rose's reaction time.
"You have one last lecture, before I lose my shit and put a round through your skull, and every fucking version of you. It's over, Rose!"
"Then I'll make it a good one! Well. See, I thought right before the end, I'd keep things interesting. You ever wonder why the split happened?" Rose asked, Athena's raised REX pointed directly at Rose's head.
"It had me thinking, but well, they knew. You were contingency. Look at Raven. What you are. What you uphold by doing this. Best social experiment of twins there ever was, Skye. No, I understand it now. This is how it happens. When you put a bullet through my head, I wonder....did they bring two heavies to make sure you didn't get any silly ideas? They got what they wanted. Their antidote, perhaps......they got their continuation if I ever went rogue. Or perhaps if you ever did. Maybe it's fate!" Rose retorted, as she sat up.
"Are you done being clever?" Skye asked, as Rose shrugged, looking to Athena, knowing Oliver was helping out Sam.
"Or, maybe they figure that bit out later. Look. You couldn't convince me what I'm doing is wrong. Erasing the slate, everything, all of it is at least fair considering how bad the world is about to go. Maybe a few survivors will at least realise their priorities aren't funding billionaires, or institutions that take, thieve and reduce this to where we are. Society heals up a wound we just aren't smart enough to consider now. And you took that opportunity away." Rose said, sighing, before she continued.
"Then how about you? You're going to keep that system going. And when it collapses, it'll collapse on the side of the people that when they decide they'll have enough of you, will do the same to you what they do to me. They know what you are now. Where you come from. And they will hunt until they have it, because no matter what they say, they want this more than anything behind closed doors. Because you can't stop that.......you can't protect any of it. All of it has to go. All of it, Skye, because people will suffer one hell of a lot more. Athena. Oliver. Purna. I know you're out there, and you can hear this." Rose replied, looking around. The air seemed quiet, almost dead, apart from crackling glass. Purna was still outside the cockpit, with his MPX raised, aimed at the back of Rose's head, cloaked but in position in case anything went down.
"Chaos, status on that terminal? Cut it when ready." Skye uttered into the comms, as Rose shook her head.
"Chaos....Sam. You adopted her like a child, didn't you? Isn't Raven just full of them? Orphans, lost souls. You mothered them and perhaps it's what makes you alive. Yet if you had to, you'd force her to hurt everyone she loves too, you'd kill her if you had to....just the way this job works. What about Athena? She's just here for the blimp. Has a fat ass like one too. Fuck it, if I'm gonna die, at least someone should tell her, that she is a power crazy, narcissistic, self-centred, fuck who epitomises the worst. Shame I wanted to wipe everyone out because of people like her." Rose cackled, a smirk on her face, as Athena had to be held back almost by Skye's glare, to not remove her head from her shoulders and kick it like a football.
"I suppose you made them into weapons. Into monsters. That's what you do. I hate what you did. And I'll die here hating it. So yeah. I suppose I don't get the last laugh. But if I'm your blood, then I suppose I told you so. Everything they did, for nothing." Rose added, and well, that was the final word.
With a sombre look to Athena, Skye sighed.
"Well, for the last time....see you in hell, Rose. You played well." With it, Skye put a round through her chest, clasping through, walking over.
"Contact down. That's it. Rose is out." Skye added, checking her over, checking any dead man's switches on the very casually dressed copy, Athena going over and putting fist through plaster.
"Bitch! I do not have a fat ass! It is plump, round!" Athena yelled, as Skye coughed, and the blonde righted herself. Realising maybe now was not the time.
"Right. Shit. Sorry." Athena replied, as Skye nodded back, looking down, kneeling, pensive.
"Secure the cockpit, Athena. Drop the altitude down and get us on the floor. Chaos, Nord, confirm all her files are dead. If she sprouts out anywhere now, it'll be here. We need to give it a sweep." Skye added, sighing as she looked down, raising her hand. Pulling inside of her fleece, she searched her down, for any dead man switches, for anything. But there was nothing.
"Cockpit clear, Skye. Thanks for this toy. I appreciate you a lot." Athena giggled with joy, throwing one of the pilots bodies out through the door like a ragdoll, that had already been taken out by Purna. The Nepali came in, the pressure back on as the windows resealed, looking around.
"Now what? Skye, she was insane, right?" Purna asked, looking at the body, rifle pushed aside for a moment.
"She was. Been too long in our game to understand people treat people like things. But not us. We don't do that to each other. We need to get down. Debrief. And I think I need a very stiff drink. The rig team should have it all contained. If not, we're going to have to fucking nuke the place." Skye sighed, the redhead taking off her oxygen mask, looking down at her dead self on the floor, taking a moment to contemplate.
There was a lot of doubt. Rose was off the deep end. But she wasn't wrong. Skye would no longer be needed, she knew that much. And there were going to be an avalanche of questions. Perhaps she'd be running the rest of her life. Perhaps she'd be back in service again and this whole thing buried, with every server. But she knew that any questions she had, about her father, Spectre, anyone else, they had to die too. Killing a part of her family, who she was, what she was. But she had gained so much more. A family of this team, and in that moment, Purna noticed it in Skye's eyes, that look of distraction, that moment of staring away.
With a gurgle, the machine unclasped.
Rose yelped. The last one. The local network. The one that Sam hadn't seen, because this wasn't a server host. Nope, this was her original body. The final failsafe. The last one left, the Rose that had been pushed into this very containment, at the back of everything, inside that tiny room, a saferoom if you will that was effectively like a bomb shelter aboard the blimp. This was a hurtful one, because transferring to this was particularly painful. Degradation had hit, and Rose wasn't her usual athletic self, but wheezing a little as she moved. But enough for now. Enough to do what she had to, as she coughed fluid everywhere, falling out nude. Memory had been poor for the last couple hours, given the severance, but Rose knew enough to understand if she was here, the blimp was compromised. And she had to get out.
Pushing the hidden door open, she was in the cargo bay, freezing, but her conditioning holding her for now. Right by the wingpacks covered up, in fact, where she saw the tiny intrusion marks. One of the dead techs had clothes that fitted poorly, and without oxygen she'd likely pass out, but it would be enough to get her under 15,000 feet without hypoxia. After all, with lungs like hers, she could survive that. And noticing Skye's works, she knew that was how they got in. No point taking risks. She was on her last life now. Final time to do anything. And make something matter.
Flinging on Skye's, of course, made to measure, she had to admit. This was her last run of the dice. But it bought her time. Got her enough to get away from all of this. There was one, last, final, failsafe. And she had less than twelve hours to get there, make it so, and restore what was left.
If Spectre had truly delivered the goods on the last piece of Artemis he held in his locker, then that was enough. She pulled on the hatch, and going back the way that Skye had come in, came to the last bit. Noises could be heard above. She pulled on the next hatch, and with a hard push, felt the cold strip everything, everything go numb, but she was free, as she flung herself out, and pulled the controls taught to fire the jets on the wingpack to point her down, back towards air.
One last run at things. And she knew for the first time in forever, this really was it. Every part of her wanted to fall apart, but she had to believe in what she remembered now. She wasn't going to live in that world she wanted. Not anymore. But she could at least get what she wanted for after. And she had people to see, things to do, and an ending to make.