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RP: Bastardpiece Theater [Bastardpiece Theater] Bastard Operations: Ghosts in the Snow

The roaring thunder of the MG started up again as the gangster cut a swath towards Kurt.

But before it could reach the man, several smaller pops added their own noise to the chaos. The jagged line sweeping towards the man suddenly cut up and into the roof as he fell back, a trio of handguns shooting in between old and moldy office supplies or through holes in the wall. Blood blossomed from the weathered jacket as the machine-gunner fell, dead before he hit the floor. Even then, with the fight apparently over, the peace was brief. "Wow, what a mess!" the Delsaurian chirped into their ears. "Go and clear the area and make sure there's no more baddies. And someone grab that gun - you'll need it since I think there's going to be more coming later," he went on to order them. "There's a few more office rooms to the sides of either hallway, and finally the main conference room in the back - the person we're looking for should be there I hope."

"After all that, scrounge around for some medical supplies! No point in starting to fix Prettyboy and Fire-Head if someone barges in to catch one of the two with their pants down," the cheery voice in their ear grinned.
 
Left Hallway

A few seconds after he heard the machine gun stop, Dick finally heaved a sigh of relief. He half ignored the chirping in his ears as he called up his mind again, having a look at his surroundings, before crawling further down the hall towards the first door he could see. The pharmacist knew it would be slow going, but in his mind they had taken enough less than intelligent risks entering the compound.

As he neared the door he paused, brought his right forearm up, and held his gun in away that he should at least have 60 degrees of arc to either side of strait ahead, and from zero ahead to ten past zenith overhead. The chemist's belly on the floor, he leaned his head against the wall to try an listen for any sounds that could permeate through it.
 
Hearing the voice in his ear telling him to find med supplies before preforming triage, Dex shook his head without a word. "Can I get a hand over here?" was all he said into his headset while he gingerly lifted the pressure bandage to check on Fian's injury. "Well. The good news is you'll survive. When I think of some bad news I'll let you know." spoke the man before looking over at Kira. "How ya holdin up there, beautiful?" All the while keeping his eyes peeled for any tangos that may try and get the drop on the three in the hallway.
 
"Fire-head. Haha, you so funny," Kira Remarked and slowly dragged herself to crouch using her left hand. She looked forward the Styrling in her left, covering the hallway. "I was better in past. I shall live. No worry now." She replied to Dex and finally stood up. "We have doors to check yes? I cant use my right arm so I think you go first." She told him.
 
Fian finally staggered back on his shaky legs, he certainly wasn't going to be doing any running anytime soon, Maker forbid if they suddenly found a bomb and had to bail from the place. The ex-marine certainly had a vested interest in finding those medical supplies. "This new job security sucks!" He yelled as he propped himself on the wall to the side of one of the doors and leaned out to open it slowly, ready to drop the the floor and roll away if someone inside shot at him.
 
As the group slowed to a snail's crawl and began to lick it's wounds, one kept moving, brow furrowed.

Kurt was already at the machine gun nest, and kicking the corpse over, was soon prying the large and heavy gun out of cold, dead hands. Holstering his pistol, he lugged a can of ammo along as the machine gun was thrown over his shoulder, its half spent belt of rounds dangling. But just as quickly, both were dropped like dead weight after he made his way to the right hallway group - Dick was the first to hear it, but Kurt well heard it too. A faint moan came from the other side of the doors. "It sounds like we have a live one. Maybe our target, or maybe an extra," the Delsaurian mused into their ears. "Kurt, Dick, you two need to get ready and breach the doors at - " Before he could even finish, Kurt had already drawn his gun again and kicked the door in, cold yet smoldering from the last turn of events.

Inside, was a hastily cobbled together interrogation room, complete with various random tools to be re-purposed for pain and the drugs needed to keep whatever unfortunate soul the room was meant for alive. Strung up by the wrists, a person in heavy winter clothing hung from the ceiling - lucky for this person, the tools seemed unused.

Unfortunately, blood seeped out from a hole in the gut.

"Fuck."
 
Dex watched as Fian started his way toward the next door with his injured leg while he noticed Kira pulling herself to her feet. "Alright then. Let's cause some hell." spoke the former marine before hearing the Delsaurian over the radio. "What's going on?" asked Dex immediately after he heard someone whisper "Fuck" over the radio.
 
Dick only rolled his eyes when he heard a door break as their Delsaurian leader seemed to be getting somewhere. However, when he heard the resounding curse and no further shots he sighed then called over the radio, "What now?"
 
Kurt got out of his ready position and holstered his pistol. Briskly walking up to the tied figure, he produced a knife and cut the strings holding what appeared to be their target up. Catching the individual with his left arm, Kurt pulled apart the heavy winter clothing to reveal a feminine stomach that had a gunshot wound through it. "Shit, gut shot."

"I need her stabilized immediately. All other elements, strongpoint this building." Kurt suddenly turned his head to the side, pressing the receiver in his ear with his finger to be able to hear fully whatever was being said on the other end. "Fuck, we need to get out of here NOW. Kira, you're driver. All other elements help me out with the target. Form a protective group around her." Kurt pulled their target up by the waist and started walking towards the exit with her.

"I know we're all fucked up, but we're going to die if we stay here any longer. GET MOVING."
 
She hung there, un-moving for the longest time. She could hear them, somebody, outside shooting. It couldn't have been here handlers. There was no way for them to realize that she was compromised yet, she realized, but that meant she had no ideas as to who it could actually be. It could have been the police, but what she'd seen of them so far had told her these thugs probably had too many friends to get raided without a good reason. She was too disoriented to keep track of everything that was going on but it wasn't hard to tell that the gunfire not stopping was a sure sign that whoever it was had still been going.

And then she had got hit.

Hanging from the roof hadn't left Sawaka with much to do except writhe and cry out when the round buried itself in her stomach. She twisted and tried to wrench herself free of the bindings at her wrists but it looked like that wasn't going to be much of an option as she quickly wore herself out. She was left there hanging and listening as the last of the gunfire faded. She could only hang there. Her wrists felt like they were on fire. Her whole body was still sore from the working-over they had given her. The only mercy was that all the nasty tools that were in here with her hadn't been used. But that didn't mean she was in very good condition. Her body was starting to fix itself but it felt like it was taking its sweet time.

Then the door flew open. Between dehydration, hunger, and blood loss she wasn't in the best condition. It could have been just some mook coming to finish her off. She heard him speaking, even if she couldn't tell what he was saying. Something about a gunshot. Her gunshot. And then suddenly she was cut free, and with all the grace of a wet sack of cement she fell in to the man's arms.

"I'm -- I'mma fine off'ser." She groaned, "I swear."

Though she wasn't in much of a position to protest.
 
Dick took off into long strides as he made his way over to the exit with his pistol up and ready for surprises. When he got back to the entry way where the rest were, the pharmacist looked over Fian, Dex, and Kira before asnwering back.

"In position," he replied, "Too bad Santa don't have time to leave some presents."
 
While Dick secured the exit, Dex was bugging out to link up with Kurt near the back of the building. Finding the man and their "target" halfway to the front when the ex marine rounded a corner almost running into them. "Sorry I'm late." spoke the man while he slowed his pace next to them long enough to raise her jacket to get a look at the wound. "I'm gonna need to get her stabilized as soon as we can." added Dex while he dug another pressure bandage from his kit and put it over the wound before adjusting Kurt's hand, with or without his permission so the wound had pressure on it.

Raising his pistol once again to provide the two of them cover in case they missed someone who was lurking in ambush. "Everyone set to bug out?" asked the man over the radio.
 
"I'm -- I'm fine." Sawaka did her best to bat away the new arrival's hands.

Meanwhile, in a suddenly marked increase in activity from when she was first seen, her feet started kicking. Her feet fought for a purchase on the ground, boots sliding without any progress. As much as she wanted him to go away it was a good thing that the bandage was being held in place as her body slowly began to work away at the bullet in her body and begin healing itself. One gloved hand clutched at the shoulder of Kurt's coat.

"Who are you people?" Her voice was muffled through the balaclava, but clear enough.
 
Too Close By For Comfort

Windshield wipers swept back and forward, brushing aside the freshly falling snow as the car made its way through the winter land that was Purgatory. The man in the passenger seat, wrapped in cold weather gear, idly reached up to his ear and pushed a finger in, even though this was entirely unnecessary. Old habits tended to stick after all. ""Boss - we're coming up ont the location and will be picking up the VIP in a few moments. I'll keep you updated as we go," a strong, baritone voice spoke. Behind his goggles and dark scarf, he nodded.

"You got it."

*****

(Shot Up) Gangbanger Base

"We're here to help," a particularly gleeful voice cut into their ears, even Sawaka's. "With luck, you'll be just fine, okay?" he tenderly added.

"And nope, people!" the speaker's attention turned to the crew, voice dripping with happiness. "You're not all set to bug out quite yeeeeet~! Use your eyes a bit, get those brain juices warmed up - someone pick up that machine gun that Santa's Happy Helper so kindly left for you all, and the medical stim-packs on the plate that the man himself forgot to gobble up before FLYING THE FUCK BACK UP THE DAMN CHIMNEY!" Nacon's fat yet scrawny voice suddenly boomed at them like a roar.

"And quick too," he added, back to his normal tone of voice. "You have company coming after all!"
 
Kira frowned she was about to run to car and get it started. Sure working shift only left handed would be a bit hard, but she could do it. If possible maybe someone could work shift for her. That went out of the window now though as Nacon said they expected company. The redhead looked at her right arm and frowned. She had no idea if it can move or not. It hurt and it bled, that was all she knew. Then Nacon mention stim-packs.

Kira ran to where they were checked them over. They were most likely drugs, mix of adrenalin, pain relievevers and steroids. That would be her guess. Stuff to keep you in the fight. First thing though, she drew the belt out of the death machine-gunner's pants and wrapped it clumsily about her wound. If they were sticking around loss of blood was a suddenly a bit problem. Tourniquet helped with that. Kira tightened the belt and then looked at the stims again.
 
The building had to be clear by now. Else they would have been jumped by another baddie with the intention of turning their guts into garters. "I'll get the stims and grab the MG. We're gonna need to cover Kurt and the target on their way to the car." called the man as his NCO mentality kickstarted. Sliding into the room where the stims were, he found Kira with a belt around her arm. "Get the shit off of there. You'll get an infection and we'll have to take the arm off." spoke the man as he dug for one of his two remaining pressure bandages. Ripping the sterile wrapping from the bandage, he undid the belt from her arm while he wrapped the bandage around her arm and grabbed one of the stims from the plate. It looked like a normal coctail he used for injuries in the Corps which put him a bit at ease.

Taking the needle cover off, he gently pushed the plunger of the stim to make sure the needle was clear before flicking it with a finger a few times to pop any air bubbles inside it. "Come here, sweet thing." was all Dex said before sticking the needle into her arm just above the entry wound and pushing the mixture into her blood stream. Grabbing another of the stims from the plate he shoved it into Kira's jacket pocket. "Don't use it unless you need it." ordered the man before scooping the rest up and shoving them into his aid kit.

"I've got Fire taken care of. Hey Lizard boy. How much time do we have?" asked the man as he leaned down and grabbed the discarded MG. Pulling the bolt back to ensure there was no jam in the weapon before digging a few belts out of the ammo can and throwing them over his shoulders. Running to the front, he tried to find a place he could set up the MG and keep the baddies heads down long enough for the others to get to the car.
 
"A - a gun~." Sawaka groaned "I'mma need a gun."

Her boots found purchase and she vaguely began to support herself under her own strength, even though she still clung to Kurt's shirt. It wasn't hard to keep herself standing so long as she had the support. Her body was working to heal herself. Glancing around beneath a balaclava and tinted goggles, Sawaka looked around. She didn't know who these people were but the simple fact that they hadn't killed her yet but, instead, cut her free meant that they had to be allies. If only for the moment, she reminded herself as her training kicked in.

Sawaka pushed off from Kurt, stumbling a moment, but finding her balance as she hurried to close her coat again before anybody might catch a glimpse of what was underneath. She made sure the bandage stayed in place under the hole from the bullet.

"We're under attack?" She looked between the people running around, "Then give me a gun. I can fight."
 
Dick kept his gun up and ready as he stood next to the door. The voice outside was not a welcome one, so he looked to Fian and motioned with his head in the direction of the other side hoping he would help cover. The chemist, however, wasn't sure how much good that might do until Nacon sounded off again.

First the pharmacist wondered how the hell he knew about everything - other than the gun which everyone knew about now. Preferring to hold the door anyway, Mr. Mariner left it for someone else to worry about as he was quite sure, the owner of the voice he wasn't to please to hear had not gotten any further away.
 
Far away, the Delsaurian scratched his scaly chin.

"Five minutes, tops," he replied to Dex. "And I'm not a boy - I'm pushing forty now!" the chubby little alien added indignantly. " - make me feel like an old-***," it quietly muttered to itself, the sentence cut in half over the comms. As Kira felt strength rush through her, a second wind coming as the serum burned through her veins as the chemicals kicked in, Nacon playfully snapped at the Neko as she stirred some more, asking for a gun. "No you don't!~ Or, not if everything goes according to plan. Chop-chop everyone into the get-away car or it's the chopping block for everybody!" He added, trying to hurry them up!
 
Kira felt the pain go away. She knew she won't be able to use the arm very well, but at least it was not dead anymore. She could move it. Still she kept the Silver Special in her left hand as she moved for the doors. "How peoples say in Funky Town. Back in business," She chuckled and checked the front of the house. No one was there to be seen. "Way looks clear, yes?" She said and smiled.

She ran to the Kurt's car, opening the drivers doors and starting the engine as soon as her ample buttocks was sat down. Her right arm was now well enough to shift and that was important. As the engine blurted to live, she hit the road and turned the car sideways, closer to the doors so everyone could get in fast and she could then just hit the pedal to the metal and screech away. "Get in yes?" She said into her comlink.
 
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