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(I'm from Pittsburgh, myself.)
(I'm from Pittsburgh, myself.)
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You could easily assume that an alarm was going off somewhere, but Niko was pretty sure that they'd be focusing on the wrong place. That was the beauty of the plan. Even if they caught anything on camera, it would take them at least minutes to figure out what was going on, and right now the reaction time of these two fighters was measureable in split-seconds. Take, for example, their leap onto the wall now, after the blazing light blinded the cameras. They were up on that wall in a few seconds, at most, and each man standing nearby a camera turret instead of on their approach and in their field of fire.
Worked like a shot! Now- Wait a minute... Aw, crap!
Uhhh, so...remember when he was saying it wasn't likely that the MMC wouldn't build their turret guns that they could hit each other, even though they were super-rich and could afford to do it, but it was such a bother? Well...the damn things were on a perfect swivel with no limitation in movement. The guns could turn and shoot them while they were on this wall, and they could fire on them inside the perimeter. A complete 360-degree coverage existed, and they only had a few seconds to react before the trouble started.
"Break 'em down!"
Niko backhanded the turret nearest to him and was surprised at the result. Upon impact, he heard bolts pop and parts coming loose. There was a good dent where he'd hit it, and the force of it all had caused the whole thing to come loose from its housing, with the 'neck' even bending as the bulk of the machine dangling by the cords powering it and sending signals back. Niko looked at his hand for a moment, then started heading down so they could get the hell away from this wall and into the city proper.
If I can do that with a bit of this gravity training, what the heck was Mr. Brief capable of...?
Oh, he was Super...just Saiyan.
Worked like a shot! Now- Wait a minute... Aw, crap!
Uhhh, so...remember when he was saying it wasn't likely that the MMC wouldn't build their turret guns that they could hit each other, even though they were super-rich and could afford to do it, but it was such a bother? Well...the damn things were on a perfect swivel with no limitation in movement. The guns could turn and shoot them while they were on this wall, and they could fire on them inside the perimeter. A complete 360-degree coverage existed, and they only had a few seconds to react before the trouble started.
"Break 'em down!"
Niko backhanded the turret nearest to him and was surprised at the result. Upon impact, he heard bolts pop and parts coming loose. There was a good dent where he'd hit it, and the force of it all had caused the whole thing to come loose from its housing, with the 'neck' even bending as the bulk of the machine dangling by the cords powering it and sending signals back. Niko looked at his hand for a moment, then started heading down so they could get the hell away from this wall and into the city proper.
If I can do that with a bit of this gravity training, what the heck was Mr. Brief capable of...?
Oh, he was Super...just Saiyan.
We were born of nightmares...but you cast us out.
Banished for eternity, or so it was thought.
The world has torn open, and now we are free...
We will plunge it all into darkness and fear!
Let the Age of Nightmares begin...
Banished for eternity, or so it was thought.
The world has torn open, and now we are free...
We will plunge it all into darkness and fear!
Let the Age of Nightmares begin...
@Balthazar007 Alright, soon, then.
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I think so, and the answer was right in the post: We're gonna have to disable the nearest turrets (Jam them, smack them, just make sure they can't fire at us) before we jump down off the wall.
@Balthazar007 I'm totes on board.
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The reaction of Gabriel brought a wicked grin to Nero's as the straight-edged bodyguard delivered a stunning blow to Joey Ego.
Heh heh heh... A well-timed outburst. Eat crow, ya piece of shit!
He continued to chuckle as the guy attempted to downplay and talk his way out of it, but he had been judged. Ain't no Ascendancy morons, no matter what their sympathies may be, gonna force them to be good little soldiers ever again. Anything like that goes on, and they'll be finding bits of remains for weeks, guaranteed! Apart from that, conversations got a little dry. After all, alot of this was just window dressing until 'Hey, so here's your mission!', let's be honest. OR at least, it would be, if a few ummm...odds and ends hadn't walked in. Topping the list appeared to be a small mecha, and 'small' wasn't exactly true. It was big, just not Big McLargeHuge. Naturally, there were some questions about this thing as it passed everyone on its way to the cafeteria. Nero decided to follow everyone else's curiosity as they attempted to figure out what the wandering war machine was all about.
As it turned out, 'wandering war machine' was probably the right thing to call it, as Nirrti answered earnestly that 'she' was a fully-independent battle machine - rather, an AI in charge of that robot body like Natasha was in charge of the Xuanxang. Something about it appealed to Nero. This wasn't like that business with Realist at all. This was more like talking to a born killer, which he liked. Not so pleasant was the strange trio - kid included - that was finishing each other's sentences like that. Yeah, you take turns, but not like that! So, while others were busy being diplomatic with them, Nero decided to sidle over to Nirrti and see if he could deliver a useful tidbit of information to her.
"Hey, just so you know... You see that blondey, over there?"
He was pointing over at Joey.
"That guy isn't part of the official command structure. He's a freakin' dumbass, and he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. I wouldn't suggest taking any orders from him unless it makes sense to you. You should just pretend to follow 'im, and do what you think is right."
That might plant a seed or two the way he liked it. After all, if she's an independent thinker, she can see when someone's out of their head. Anyway, things moved on and Nero merely pocketed his MRE. An MRE was for emergency. He'd probably end up doing what he did in wartime when someone handed him this piece of shit: Bide his time and steal something better! All in all, things moved on - Nero didn't care much about the stock market talk - until Maria came in with Alan and uhh...more trouble. It actually filled in a few blanks about what REALLY happened down at the Bazaar. This was all basically a setup, and the ones responsible seemed to have some abilities of their own. This led to one clear decision.
"Talk to Moonstrike? No shit! Seems we've been in the crosshairs since Plenty when Squad 0 showed up. First, they start dogging us, then a pair of bounty hunters show up at the Bazaar looking for Mr. White Flames, and then the guy himself mysteriously loses control of his powers and everyone's attacked by monsters and shadows while these new guys fuck around with the ship. If you don't see a goddamn link by now, you need new eyes and a new head to match!"
What seemed clear to Nero was that they might indeed all be linked, that someone might've been paying them all off - Squad 0, bounty hunters, pirates, etc. - to make life hard an an independent mercenary company of rebellious soldiers. Well, fuck them!
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