Antoine nodded, saying "Oui, Mon capitaine." With that, she carefully picked her way out of the bunker, MP5 in hand. Once she was outside, she grinned and looked around at the results of the handiwork of herself and the team. She slung her weapon and slid right into the shadows, watching Svetlana's cleanup work. It was a sight to behold, that big suit of armor firing that equally big gun. Then again, she'd never understood why Svetlana liked to be in the open so much. Antoine herself was always happy to stay in the shadows, unseen and unheard by friend and foe alike. She shook her head slowly and drew her MP5, proceeding to purge the outer areas of the facility.
People tried to hide, but they didn't know they were facing the master. A man tried to hide in a tree, just to tumble out of it with a knife in his throat. A little bit later, another attempted to conceal himself within the shadows, just for a knife in the shadows to slit his throat. Another even tried to hide inside a truck, he didn't realize a frag grenade was rolled under the very same truck, seemingly from nowhere. All those attempting to hide from Scimitar's swing were met with its silent enforcer. Nobody escaped Antoine alive, and nobody ever knew what had happened
With the hiders done, she slipped carefully back to the front of the base and continued to observe. Any runners would meet a burst of 9mm rounds from a silenced weapon before she moved. Between her and Svetlana, there was no hope for survival for Artemis. She carefully picked her way over to the destroyed remains of the mechs and examined them with a critical eye. Her charges had done their work indeed, the men inside had been cooked in the tomb of their own armor. She nodded to herself and radioed simply "No more escapees."
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I'm sneaking this out ATM. I got to a college program just to find a no phone and computer rule so I'm in the dark ages atm, if you still want me to I'll post when I get back next saturday
The sound of an explosion pulled Aura from her game of X-COM abruptly, and she casually walked outside to see if she could see the source. What she saw, instead, was a host of cloth parachutes raining down, with soldiers attached to them. At first, she thought they might just be an Army unit doing some weird exercise or PR stunt, but on closer inspection saw the figures carrying AKs, and they wore different uniforms. Aura had been brought up by two soldiers, so she more than knew the difference between an M4 and an AK, and she also knew that no American soldier carried an AK, which left only one option. They were being attacked by foreign forces, and heaven only knew how friendly they'd be to civilians.
Her parents were nowhere near home at the moment, but in a way they'd already given her all she needed. They'd brought their rifles with them, and probably a good deal of the rest of the stuff in the house, but Aura knew there was still a pistol in her dad's desk. She ran up stairs and burst through the door, claiming the spare key hidden in an old boot in the corner and unlocked the desk drawer. Inside was a Colt 1911, loaded and safed, and a second clip. She grabbed the gun and clip then ran to her room, looking frantically for what she may need. She hurriedly grabbed a bag and stuffed a pair of running shorts and a camouflage shirt into it, then donned a thin, blue jacket that she shoved the pistol and clip into. She ran downstairs, opened her cabinet and shoved a few cans into it along with a pair of nearby water bottles before running outside and jumping into her truck.
As she started it, she could see the paratroopers nearing the ground, and she pulled out of her drive quickly. She knew her parents had actually been at a militia meeting in the general vicinity of the docks, so she headed there at top speed. Her truck barely dodged several cars, and in one case the car dodged her, before she arrived there just to find chaos. Here, the paratroopers had already touched down and were moving in to secure the city. She pulled the pistol into her hand and stopped her truck in some parking lot, getting out and beginning to move through alleys further down the strip. She already knew her parents were likely out of their workplace and looking for a weapon, so all she could do was wait. However, her hopes were shattered when she saw a group of civilians being gathered into an enemy APC. She could see her parents among them, but there were way too many for her to stop. It hurt her heart, but she hid and slowed her breathing, keeping it quiet and slow. After she heard the APC pull away, she carefully poked out to find herself next to a house.
With her parents, and therefore her objective, gone she had no idea what to do. She glanced at the bag on her back and reminded herself "[i]C'mon Aura, you can do this, you have the supplies and you have a gun. You can handle this, after all, what would mom or dad do in your situation? They'd hide in a building, take stock, probably try to get more stuff, then fight back, so thats what you should do.[i/]" With that done, she carefully opened the door to the house, pistol held out in front of her. However, she almost immediately saw a twenty-something guy watching the news. She held the pistol like her dad had showed her, keeping it ready but not aimed since this guy was clearly American, and asked "Hey...do you know whats going on?"
Her parents were nowhere near home at the moment, but in a way they'd already given her all she needed. They'd brought their rifles with them, and probably a good deal of the rest of the stuff in the house, but Aura knew there was still a pistol in her dad's desk. She ran up stairs and burst through the door, claiming the spare key hidden in an old boot in the corner and unlocked the desk drawer. Inside was a Colt 1911, loaded and safed, and a second clip. She grabbed the gun and clip then ran to her room, looking frantically for what she may need. She hurriedly grabbed a bag and stuffed a pair of running shorts and a camouflage shirt into it, then donned a thin, blue jacket that she shoved the pistol and clip into. She ran downstairs, opened her cabinet and shoved a few cans into it along with a pair of nearby water bottles before running outside and jumping into her truck.
As she started it, she could see the paratroopers nearing the ground, and she pulled out of her drive quickly. She knew her parents had actually been at a militia meeting in the general vicinity of the docks, so she headed there at top speed. Her truck barely dodged several cars, and in one case the car dodged her, before she arrived there just to find chaos. Here, the paratroopers had already touched down and were moving in to secure the city. She pulled the pistol into her hand and stopped her truck in some parking lot, getting out and beginning to move through alleys further down the strip. She already knew her parents were likely out of their workplace and looking for a weapon, so all she could do was wait. However, her hopes were shattered when she saw a group of civilians being gathered into an enemy APC. She could see her parents among them, but there were way too many for her to stop. It hurt her heart, but she hid and slowed her breathing, keeping it quiet and slow. After she heard the APC pull away, she carefully poked out to find herself next to a house.
With her parents, and therefore her objective, gone she had no idea what to do. She glanced at the bag on her back and reminded herself "[i]C'mon Aura, you can do this, you have the supplies and you have a gun. You can handle this, after all, what would mom or dad do in your situation? They'd hide in a building, take stock, probably try to get more stuff, then fight back, so thats what you should do.[i/]" With that done, she carefully opened the door to the house, pistol held out in front of her. However, she almost immediately saw a twenty-something guy watching the news. She held the pistol like her dad had showed her, keeping it ready but not aimed since this guy was clearly American, and asked "Hey...do you know whats going on?"
Aura Willet, Varsity Runner for Central High and accomplished procrastinator, found herself staggering out of practice once again. She was tired, and for the fiftieth time she questioned why she put herself through this. She was on the 9th and final mile of today's long run, and she was working hard to keep her form together and her body moving in the right direction. She emerged from the forest trail that she had chosen as her running path at a light run and saw her coach and two of the other runners on the team waiting. She reached them and immediately stopped, trying her very best to catch her breath as sweat rolled off her body.
Her coach dismissed her to stretch so thats what she did, concentrating on walking normally over to the nearby school parking lot. It took her 10 minutes to stretch herself out. After that, she bid goodbye to her teammates and walked over to her truck, unlocking it and climbing into the cab as she shut the door with a big slam. It was a Black 2000 Chevy Silverado, and she was particularly proud of her truck's good condition, or at least on the outside. On the inside, it was a cluttered mess just like Aura's room at her house, littered with school papers, running clothes and assorted other things.
It took her only five minutes to drive to her house in Santa Cruz, pulling into the driveway and shutting the door with a loud thud as she yanked her keys out and slide from the cab. She casually flicked the only other key on her keychain into her hand as she walked up to her front door. Locking her truck as she walked in, via the remote, she shouted "I'm home!" However, she was greeted with nothing more than silence and a note on the counter next to the door. Apparently her parents were going to be at work late, so she had to fend for herself for supper.
She groaned in dismay at yet another night of Hot Pockets supplemented with a bottle of water, but for now gathered a new set of clothes, athletic shorts and a comfortable T-shirt. After taking a long shower and changing, she set to cooking her own supper, or rather heating up her favorite Hot Pocket, and was done eating in 10 minutes. With a light groan of boredom, she walked into her room and slumped down into her computer chair, booting up the gaming computer that was her true pride and joy. As she waited for the boot process to finish, she thought to herself "I wish something cool would happen, every day has just been the same old same old for the last forever!"
Her coach dismissed her to stretch so thats what she did, concentrating on walking normally over to the nearby school parking lot. It took her 10 minutes to stretch herself out. After that, she bid goodbye to her teammates and walked over to her truck, unlocking it and climbing into the cab as she shut the door with a big slam. It was a Black 2000 Chevy Silverado, and she was particularly proud of her truck's good condition, or at least on the outside. On the inside, it was a cluttered mess just like Aura's room at her house, littered with school papers, running clothes and assorted other things.
It took her only five minutes to drive to her house in Santa Cruz, pulling into the driveway and shutting the door with a loud thud as she yanked her keys out and slide from the cab. She casually flicked the only other key on her keychain into her hand as she walked up to her front door. Locking her truck as she walked in, via the remote, she shouted "I'm home!" However, she was greeted with nothing more than silence and a note on the counter next to the door. Apparently her parents were going to be at work late, so she had to fend for herself for supper.
She groaned in dismay at yet another night of Hot Pockets supplemented with a bottle of water, but for now gathered a new set of clothes, athletic shorts and a comfortable T-shirt. After taking a long shower and changing, she set to cooking her own supper, or rather heating up her favorite Hot Pocket, and was done eating in 10 minutes. With a light groan of boredom, she walked into her room and slumped down into her computer chair, booting up the gaming computer that was her true pride and joy. As she waited for the boot process to finish, she thought to herself "I wish something cool would happen, every day has just been the same old same old for the last forever!"
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Antoine heard the whisper of Howard's voice in her left ear while Imran's orders hit his right. She replied to the both of them with the utmost simplicity, saying "Oui." She drew a detonator, and pressed the red button with a giggle, listening to the following explosions for a moment before drawing her MP5 and moving downstairs, quiet as a mouse. Once down the stairs, she was faced with a surprising sight. Hiding next to the doorway, she saw a hotbed of activity. Men with AKs were flitting about, carrying containers out of opened doors, and there was still one more floor below her. Antoine sighed and called in "Imran, theres a group on the next floor, I'll deal with them." She took a deep breath and readied herself, it was time for open battle.
Flipping around the corner, bullets raced out in graceful arcs, popping through the skulls of the men whose rifles were most quickly available. Seconds was all it took to empty the SMG's clip, dropping the most immediate threat. She allowed her weapon to clatter to the floor as she drew her knife with one hand and P226 with the other, charging the remaining foes, of which she counted 8, 4 of whom carried containers with bio-hazard symbols. Her Camilius embedded itself in the neck of a box man while her other hand trained the pistol on a pair of men whose pistols were lined up. She pulled the trigger twice and watched both die, but not before a round grazed her thigh. Blood welled and rolled down while Antoine flinched slightly in pain. She lined up her sidearm, however, and gunned down the other two just as they opened up with their pistols, Thankfully, however, they all missed. She then dropped the empty sidearm and picked a few throwing knives out, throwing them quickly into the necks of the last three. She spent a minute re-collecting her SMG, Pistol and knives before moving to the next floor, reloading as she went.
This floor, thankfully, hadn't been breached quite yet. Standing at the secure airlock were another 10 men, each having AKs. They had heard the gunfire, however, and were on alert. Antoine slunk into the shadows and decided to start breeding paranoia. There were plenty of shadows to exploit in the hallway leading to the airlock, and she intended to. However, she realized that she had to be expedient and so, with a mental sigh, retreated to the previous floor. There, she claimed a fragmentation grenade from one of the fallen men and returned downstairs, moving swiftly and silently. 7 seconds later, all 10 men were dead, but the airlock was wrecked thoroughly. Poking her head through the destroyed door, she was relieved to find the other side of the airlock hadn't been breached. So, she radioed in "Both floors cleared, Mes Amis."
Flipping around the corner, bullets raced out in graceful arcs, popping through the skulls of the men whose rifles were most quickly available. Seconds was all it took to empty the SMG's clip, dropping the most immediate threat. She allowed her weapon to clatter to the floor as she drew her knife with one hand and P226 with the other, charging the remaining foes, of which she counted 8, 4 of whom carried containers with bio-hazard symbols. Her Camilius embedded itself in the neck of a box man while her other hand trained the pistol on a pair of men whose pistols were lined up. She pulled the trigger twice and watched both die, but not before a round grazed her thigh. Blood welled and rolled down while Antoine flinched slightly in pain. She lined up her sidearm, however, and gunned down the other two just as they opened up with their pistols, Thankfully, however, they all missed. She then dropped the empty sidearm and picked a few throwing knives out, throwing them quickly into the necks of the last three. She spent a minute re-collecting her SMG, Pistol and knives before moving to the next floor, reloading as she went.
This floor, thankfully, hadn't been breached quite yet. Standing at the secure airlock were another 10 men, each having AKs. They had heard the gunfire, however, and were on alert. Antoine slunk into the shadows and decided to start breeding paranoia. There were plenty of shadows to exploit in the hallway leading to the airlock, and she intended to. However, she realized that she had to be expedient and so, with a mental sigh, retreated to the previous floor. There, she claimed a fragmentation grenade from one of the fallen men and returned downstairs, moving swiftly and silently. 7 seconds later, all 10 men were dead, but the airlock was wrecked thoroughly. Poking her head through the destroyed door, she was relieved to find the other side of the airlock hadn't been breached. So, she radioed in "Both floors cleared, Mes Amis."
Amami nodded at the words of the Shrine Maiden, Amane, and added "Yeah, we have already introduced ourselves. So, Shimazu, I would imagine you intend for us to work as a team right? I would also imagine you intend to serve as the chief, considering you brought us together. If thats the case, I'm fine with it and I do think we need to work as a group. That said, however, I should think we all want to know what, exactly, we are signing up for. I doubt you are doing this out of the desire to avoid having to pay for medical care, since your rich, and if it were pure charity then you'd have assembled a whole bunch of Sekirei and Ashikabi. So then, what is it your after here?"
Kasumi
As Amami's deluge of words flowed out like a river, Kasumi became aware of her Ashikabi edging behind her. Deciding that this meant Amane wanted protection, perhaps from the others, Kasumi tensed her body, prepared for a fight. She could have her axe out and swinging in a moment, but she was at a disadvantage in here because her weapon functioned better in an open space. So, instead of going for her axe, she stayed ready to grab her Ashikabi and dart from the room. If she could just get a few floors down, she could safely jump out a window and land on a roof, making an easy escape.
Kasumi
As Amami's deluge of words flowed out like a river, Kasumi became aware of her Ashikabi edging behind her. Deciding that this meant Amane wanted protection, perhaps from the others, Kasumi tensed her body, prepared for a fight. She could have her axe out and swinging in a moment, but she was at a disadvantage in here because her weapon functioned better in an open space. So, instead of going for her axe, she stayed ready to grab her Ashikabi and dart from the room. If she could just get a few floors down, she could safely jump out a window and land on a roof, making an easy escape.
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