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Victoria/Angel
Featuring: Trish
After watching the guards for a minute, it was obvious that this wouldn’t quite be as easy as Angel had expected. They didn’t seem to be patrolling at all, perfectly content to sit by the entrance to the armory. No amount of stealth would help in this situation, as she couldn’t possibly approach one without the other two noticing. She would have to resort to brute force; of course, that was her specialty.
Trish could tell that Angel was deep in her planning, and found herself wondering if there was more she could do than simply putting the bomb where it would go. Considering a few different thoughts, she finally spoke up. “Perhaps I could be a distraction at first? Make life easier.”
Angel thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. ”I don’t think it’s a good idea, honestly. You could certainly get their attention, but either you lead them back to me which isn’t very helpful, or you get caught as you try to run past them,” she whispered. Looking around, she found a small steel pipe, and willed it to float in the air, aimed at the closest guard. Concentrating, she pulled the chairs out from under all three guards (that’s what they get for being too lazy to stand!) as the pipe soared towards it’s target, striking him cleanly on the back of the head. The other two, completely unprepared for an attack by a flying pipe, began to reach for their communicators but the pipe made short work of them both.
Grinning at Trish, she took the lead, reaching down to make sure the guards were unconscious, then grabbing their keycards. ”Where should we put them?” she asked as she unlocked the door. This seems almost too easy Angel thought.
Trish had a momentary look of surprise upon her face, thinking that this entire ordeal would be much more… difficult. But that was the legend of Psyches coming true she supposed. The most difficult of things often came surprisingly easy to the most successful of them. Trish edged out around the corner, seeing Angel ahead, opening the door. Walking toward her, she heard boot steps from behind, and looked over her shoulder and groaned. Shift change. Three more guards right there, and no real chance of escape likely. “Into the vault!” Trish immediately darted forward, knowing that the replacements would be radioing for help. They needed a new plan, but she couldn’t make it until they had a moment of peace. She wondered if they’d have their own keycards, or would have to exchange with the now unconscious guards. Arriving at the door, she looked back and saw two of them charging with buzz batons, “Inside, I’ll get us out!”
Seeing the replacements rounding the corner, Angel swore under her breath. She made one of the chairs crash into the closest one’s legs, stopping him briefly as she followed Trish into the armory and shut the door, hastily rearming it while hoping that they wouldn’t be able to reopen it themselves. A moment passed, then another. The men banged on the door as hard as they could, but it seems they don’t have keycards to open it. ”We’re safe for now, but there are going to be a lot more of them in a minute, and we’re stuck in here. Any ideas?” Angel asked, letting out the breath she realized she had been holding.
Once inside, Trish was silent for a moment, taking in the surroundings. She knew she didn’t have long, and had to make a plan on the fly. Pacing around the locker, eyes taking in the details, not of just the many differing types of armaments, but the walls, floor, and other systems in place. She found herself staring up above at the foam fire disposal unit, designed to put out fires instead of ruining systems with water. This gave her an interesting idea. But first, she needed to take care of the original plan.
Pulling her baby out of the satchel, she moved over to the ventilation system, which was too small to use as an escape, but would allow part of the blast to escape into other areas of the station. She unlocked the built in winch, snapped it to the grate, and hung it just inside. Leaving it there, she moved back to the rack that held the buzz batons, tossing one to Angel, and clipping one on her belt. Quickly, she filled her pack with stun grenades, devices that used a large amount of electricity to disable crowds.
“Are you able to lift me with your powers to the ceiling and hold me there, for maybe, a minute, two tops?”
Angel quickly looked her up and down, trying to estimate her weight, with her pack and everything else. ”I should be able to, yeah, she confirmed. ”What do you have in mind?”
”The foam systems they use for fires, solidified when given a powerful electrical charge. This will force it all to expand outward at once, rather than being dispersed evenly. It will blow a giant hole through the ceiling, allowing us to climb through the tank, and out the maintenance hatch on the floor above. From there, we make our way to the lifts as originally planned.”
Trish pulled her multi-tool from her pack and readied herself for what she was sure was going to be an odd experience.
Admittedly impressed, Angel concentrated, trying to ignore the sound of many more boots filing into the hall outside the door. They don’t have much time, so this had to work. If not, they’re in for one hell of a fight. Slowly, Trish began to feel her weight being taken off her feet, then suddenly she was floating. Before long, she was at the ceiling and could do whatever she needed to do. Quickly, hopefully, Angel thought.
It was definitely an odd feeling. it wasn’t like being lifted by a rope or large pair of arms. Her entire body had been lifted equally. It was more like floating in water, or space. At the extrusion point for the foam system, she quickly undid the magnetic screws of the mounting plate and dropped it safely away from Angel. Eyeballing the mechanics inside, she pulled out two of her stun grenades. She undid their casings, exposing their interiors, and then soldered them to the controls facing. She twisted the timers on them to ten seconds, ”Move me away, but not down, quickly.”
It was going to be an odd sight. A momentary flash from the grenades would be followed by a deluge of yellow white foam pouring straight downward and immediately hardening, forming a column from floor to ceiling.
Angel moved Trish safely away from the system, beginning to strain herself for the first time in ages as she struggled to keep Trish in the air. As the foam exploded outwards, she could tell that the men outside were moments away from breaking in. Rushing a bit more than before, she positioned Trish under the brand new gaping hole in the ceiling, as Angel lost the strength to hold her up, collapsing onto one knee.
The moment Trish felt the hold give way, she quickly gripped the jagged edge of the hole, feeling it slice into her palm. But she didn’t let go. Converting her multi-tool again, she cut away just enough foam with the circular saw to fit them through. Climbing up inside, she converted it to a flashlight, and quickly found the maintenance hatch. Pulling off her jacket, she leaned down through the hole, and dangled it for Angel to grab on. They’d have to work together to pull her up, thankfully the foam would provide just enough support for decent footing.
Then the door beeped as a new set of keys had been used to unlock it.
”Hurry! I have to set it off the moment you’re through the hole!”
Groaning, Angel forced herself to her feet and grabbed the jacket. She tried to move something, anything in front of the door to buy her time, but she was just too exhausted to do it, and she needed all the energy she could muster to get into the hole. Working as fast as possible, Angel climbed up with Trish’s help, making it through the hole just as the door opened and the men began to pour in.
The moment Angel was in the tank safely, Trish heard the shouts, and touched her thumb to her little, trigger finger. The explosion was deafening, as the electric charge coursed through the crystal, detonating every molecule simultaneously. The ball bearings exploded outward in all directions, ripping through the armoury wall and tearing through the men, the door, and all the gear within. A massive fireball exploded through the newly formed hole, up and down the shaft, and through a hole formed on the opposing side. Alarms immediately began going off all over the sector.
Positioning herself beneath the maintenance hatch, she prepared to cut her way out. As she moved her tool closer to it, she noticed something odd. The damn thing was unlocked. Pushing it open she climbed out, peeking her head out, finding herself in an empty, dead end corridor, as the red and white lights shone, accompanied by the rather annoying Klaxon. Pulling herself up and out, she offered her good hand to Angel, knowing the lift was just around the corner.
”...Wow,” Angel murmured as she accepted the hand, lifting herself through the hatch. ”Every man they can spare is going to be after us, so we need to get to the others fast. They better have a ship ready to go,” she added, letting Trish take the lead now. At this point, she wasn’t going to be much help. Prolonged use of a Psyche’s abilities takes a lot out of them, and she was no exception. Hopefully the rest of their trip to the ships wouldn’t require her help, although she knew that was rather optimistic.
Trish led the way around the corner to the lift. She wasn’t sure what this corridor was, probably just business offices of some sort, since they were empty at this time. Getting to the lift, she pressed the call button on it, since Amir would be holding it a floor below them. Deciding to be vague, “Uh service, are the lifts working? There was an explosion or something, and me and my uh, date need to get to our ship to meet some friends. We’re about to go on a nice, relaxing getaway.”
Their fates were hopefully in their new captain’s hand. Otherwise, this just got a lot more difficult.
