RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [Mission 1.2] Wazu’s Seven

@ Avel

Ray was already taking another step backwards, putting distance between himself and the marines as he saw Avel get up and charge towards him.

*BLAM*

He fired another round from his gun early, before it was pointed directly at Matteo, the bullet whizzing by his arm as he got up to grab Wazu. He then began turning towards Avel, having to put his attention back towards her sooner than he would have liked. He wasn’t even sure that he hit the marine on his right as he shot from the hip at Avel, sweeping fire in her direction.

*BLAM*

The first bullet went wide, missing Avel entirely as the gun continued to swing towards her as she stood up.

*BLAM*

The second bullet would graze her arm, cutting through the fabric of her uniform and tearing skin off her arm.

*BLAM*

The third would strike home, hitting Avel in the leg just below the hip, the bullet cutting into the flesh and bouncing off the bone, sending a splatter of blood out onto the chair she had just been in. The gun continued to sweep towards her, the weapon now aimed right at her chest.

*CLICK!*

The magazine for the pistol fell to the floor, the weapon’s ammunition spent. Ray kept moving back, turning to face Avel so that she couldn’t get behind him, holding up the depleted weapon to block the garrote wire. Ray was still moving away from Avel, wanting to leave the marines behind.

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@ Matteo

“OOOOOW!” Wazu shouted, bringing up his still working left arm to put pressure on the gaping hole now in his right shoulder. His body soon ended up dragged behind the office desk as Matteo started searching for a weapon, finding a loaded .45 in a coat holster. If he took the time to look he’d find a second one in the coat of the other guard as well as an extra magazine of ammo in the other side of the coat.

For the moment Wazu was incapacitated by the pain, not able to do much more than hold his bleeding shoulder.

“I hate getting shot…” He winced, his mind trying to work through the pain to focus what was going on. “holy fuck this hurts…”

~Ok, subordinate shot their boss…~ He thought

~Then shot me, but not aiming to kill…. FUCK THIS HURTS… Why did they have to shoot me? I hate getting shot….~

“Ok, we really… stepped into something here.” He said, still wincing.

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@ Cedric

Fhion’s knife ended up cutting right through the center of Cedric’s hand. His strength only able to slow down her well engineered body as the knife cut into Cedric’s stomach. Between his hand and the force of his arms pushing back against her, the knife was only able to slide into him a little less than an inch. She then started to slowly slide the knife across his chest when he slammed his face into her nose, sending her reeling back with her knife still buried in Cedric’s stomach.

The bartender would then quickly Abandon Laura and come over to where Cedric and Fhion were.

“Is everything ok here?” He asked sternly, not able to see the knife in Cedric’s stomach with the direction he was facing.

“Yeah,” Fhion said, grinning at Cedric, “Just love taps,” She joked, reaching up to cover her nose for a moment while it healed. With the guards, and the bartender, now watching she avoiding taking further action in trying to gut Cedric. For the moment she merely stood in front of him waiting for the other shoe to drop.

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@ Phaedra

Phaedra received no response from Wazu’s group. Their communication gear had been confiscated when they arrived and they had used an EMP weapon on them just so they could fry any transmission implants.

She had a fine view of Fhion going after Cedric, leaving a knife in his stomach and the bartender rushing over, reaching under the bar itself. His hand was on a sawn off double barrel shotgun which he had not yet brought up high enough for the others to see.

Laura was still at the bar, getting smashed, while Harm and Naomi were still on the dance floor, oblivious to Cedric’s situation.

With her second drink downed, Laura considered a third but decided against it. Part of her brain, that wasn't yet soaked in alcohol, was repeating that she had drunk enough for now. There was plenty of time later for drinking.

"That... that'll be all for now. Thanks honey," Laura said, giving the man her credcard. "Oh, almost forgot. My friend did want two strong drinks. Two of those Ice Queens, added to the bill."

Off-handedly, she wondered how the others were doing. She waited for the bartender to make the two drinks for Harm and ring up the bill.

The second the man turned his gun on her Avel thought she was going to die. It was only by sheer luck that this man didn't even bother to aim and instead fired blindly in her general direction.

Her leg exploded into pain when it was hit and damn near felling like it had been cut off. Avel was just barely able to keep her balance as she fought against the pain and tried to stay focused on her attacker.

'CLICK'

Apparently the man didn't keep track of how many bullets he had left in his pistol either.

With her good leg, Avel took one giant step forward and lunged for the man. She let go of the wire and whipping her hands out towards his head with the intention of snapping the goons neck before he could do anything else.

"Heh." He hated to admit it, but he found Wazu's mutterings somewhat entertaining. Matteo had seen people take bullets in all sorts of manners, but to hear someone say something like 'Oww!' was always something that tickled him. "Damn, if it was in the front, I'd ask you to keep pressure on it." He hissed, pushing down on the Admiral's wound. The marine's hand found the .45 on the crater faced boss, and grasped its walnut paneled grip. Safety off, the handgun fell onto target. And right on Avel.

"Avel, out of the way!"

Avel was in the middle of her lunge for the guards head when Matteo told her to get down. She was sorely tempted to just ignore him and continue with her strategy of killing the man with her bare hands. But then again he probably had a plan so she ducked down and rolled off to the side.

She immediately regretted making that move and Avel was introduced to a whole new kind of pain coming from her injured leg. This time she did scream out in pain and nearly passed out.

When the guard was dealt with Avel would slowly get back up and suggest evacuating the civilians by sounding the fire alarm. Maybe calling the police for backup too.

Cedric's hand burned like it was on fire, as did his stomach now.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to yell.

More importantly: he wanted to smash the girl's head in like an over-ripe melon. As the bartender approached, Cedric was tensed, and holding back every urge to screech bloody murder. When he asked what was wrong, she had the nerve to claim that nothing had happened, and the bartender had yet to see the knife. However, Cedric made sure that it was visible as he lifted his stabbed hand, clutching the wrist tightly with his other. Meanwhile, blood dripped down his coat, and stained the white dress-shirt he wore underneath.

"You . . ." Cedric's voice, if not his expression, showed his current feelings, ". . . murderous bitch!"

His statement was punctuated by ripping the knife from the center of his hand, and gripping it tightly in his remaining hand. Blood trickled down the twitching, partially curled fingers of his other hand, and began to pool on the floor.

"This lady, if you can call her that, decided that she wanted to stab me!" Cedric pointed the knife accusingly at her, "So if somebody doesn't bring her down, then I swear I'll stab her back!"

He used his right arm (the one with the perforated hand) the cover the gut wound as tightly as possible. All the while, his primary thought amidst the haze of his anger was:

"She had to stab through the hand I write with, too!"

Why was it that whenever something intense, important, or life threatening came around, time stilled? Why did everyone slow to a racing crawl where even the slightest detail could be noticed? Did that even matter? No. Not at all. Especially since it provided what felt like an eternity to line the body guard, Ray, up in the .45's sights. Safety off? Check. Round chambered? Check. Aimed at center of mass? Check. Trigger pulled? No. Not quite yet.

Matteo pulled the trigger as Avel dove out of the way.

Laura watched the man scream and yell. If he had that much energy, the wound was probably nothing. Her mind, clouded by alcohol, took a few minutes to even register that she knew him. After Laura had realized she knew the victim, she was having trouble remembering who he was.

Then she realized - only one person is capable of allowing himself to get stabbed. Cedric. Well, Laura had nothing on her besides her dress and her false character was certainly not the most brilliant medic in the universe. So... she wasn't going to be able to help him without drawing attention to herself. The idea would be to tell... what was the Neko's name? Harm! Ironic - "Harm, Cedric's been harmed."

Credcard in hand, she walked over to the dance floor, which was still swirling and vibrant. It took her a few moments to find Harm and her partner. Laura had already forgotten what they had worn. Slowly, she began wondering if this sudden forgetfulness was a side-effect of the alcohol.

She approached the two dancers. "The big man's attracting a lot of attention with his screaming and yelling," she said, pointing to Cedric as though he were a curiosity.

*Blam*

Matteo’s shot landed right in Ray’s chest, knocking the man back on his ass. There was, however, no blood. He would quickly scramble to get behind one of the cases on the side of the room, wanting to hide behind the wood paneled pedestal topped with a glass case holding some antique vase.

Though even as he was falling, he was sending a prepared message through to the guards down below. Once he hit the ground his free hand was going for the spare clip in his coat pocket, looking to load eight more rounds into his pistol.

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Behind the desk, Wazu was still bleeding all over himself. “They say it is better when it hurts right? The ones you can not feel are supposed to be the bad ones.” He asked aloud as Matteo took his shots at the suited thug.

~Focus.~ He reminded himself, there was a task at hand that needed doing. Things were about to get a lot worse and he needed to be in contact with the rest of the group. The problem was all their communications gear was back at the entrance of the building. He had watched Matteo search the guards, ~Belt… I can use that to keep pressure on the wound… wallet….smartphone.~

Wazu would slide himself over to the dead guard, reaching to cell phone holster on his side to pick up the device.

“Matteo, would you happen to know the number for the army base around here? One of the squad’s numbers would also work wonderfully.”

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Meanwhile, down by the bar…

The bartender would pull a sawn off double barrel shotgun out from under the bar, leveling it at Fhion as he looked at Cedric.

“It’s just a little blood. I’ll get you some spray on skin and you’ll be fine.” He then turned his attention back to Fhion, “And I’m going to have to ask you to stay where you are. We don’t abide trouble makers in these parts.” He’d wave his gun at her and shout,

“Hey JIM! Take her to the holding area alright?”

Fhion looked over at the bartender, then over to the guard who was sitting at the bar, then back at the bartender. “aaaaany second now….” She said outloud, stretching her fingers out above her head impatiently.

The suited thugs who had been guarding the casino floor suddenly started rushing towards the doors to the administrative building, the two in the bar area rushing past Fhion without saying so much as a ‘sorry for abandoning you’ to the bartender. The six guards who were by the entrance to the casino stayed in place, starting to lock the doors and informing anyone there that the Casino was now closed.


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On the dance floor, harm had just been informed of the situation by Laura,

“Well, Naomi, I’ll have to let you pick this up again later… Looks like shit is going down.” She’d then turn to Laura, telling her to “Go find the old Man,” as she rushed over to Cedric.

“Oh come on, why don’t you put the gun away? We’re all friends here…” Harm asked the bartender, trying to put the charm on thick as quickly as possible while she slid up to the bar. She’d afford herself a few moments to quickly look around and take stock of the situation that Cedric was in, rapidly putting two and two together, “… I mean, except for her. Shoot her, then put the gun away. We’re all friends except for her.”

The bartender would look a little less than pleased, “We don’t just go shooting people all whilly nilly… anymore.”

Laura watched Harm try to defuse the situation for a few moments and then left to find Admiral Wazu. People were looking around in confusion, unsure of what was happening.

This allowed the slightly sloshed Laura to find her way to the back area. There was a lot of noise coming from one of the rooms. That was probably going to be the Admiral.

Avel was struggling to stand up straight but the immense pain in her leg was making it difficult. Eventually she managed to get up and began limping over to the downed goon to crush his skull with her foot.

As Laura headed to the administration building, she'd be stopped by the suited guards rushing in the same direction, "Stay on the casino floor ma'am," One would shout before continuing to hurry into the tower.

Wazu, Matteo, and Avel were several floors up, reachable only by elevator or staircase. Guards were already packing themselves into the elevator while others were heading towards the staircase, taking the long way up.

'Damn it, why didn't I double tap?!' Matteo thought furiously. The Marine kept his pistol drawn and pointed at Ray's cover. Things had gone from bad to worse very, very quickly, and it was time to leave. While one handing the pistol, Matteo patted down the Crime Boss's body and found what he was looking for; a smartphone. "Sir, if they took your communicator, you can likely try and use this. I recommend mission abort and an extraction team; the big man is dead, and we're going nowhere with the state the two of you are in."

After speaking, Matteo moved silently and shifted to another firing position; Ray now knew where his voice came from last. And he had forgotten about Avel; locked in a duel with another man, and with only 7 bullets left, he couldn't afford to pay attention to everything!

Wazu grumbled, realizing he might be a bit too dependent on his computer systems to get things done.

"I lack a way to get in touch with them. I can use the phone, and Drei can patch us through, but I do not have a way of reaching Drei.

She monitors military communications, ... ah fuck it. I can figure this out on my own." Wazu was supposed to be the tech guy here and bloodloss was not that big an issue at this exact moment.

"Operator? ... Yes... Yes... I need a line to"

*BLAM!*

Ray had finished reloading, and blind fired around the side of his little piece of cover the gunfight would bring the other guards soon, he just needed to hold out for a little while longer.

"... Yes, I am in a gunfight. No, I do not want to be put through to the police." Wazu explained.

"... The military base.

Yes, I know they do not normally handle police stuff.

Look, I am being shot at and I do not really need a lecture about who does what in which parts of government..."

Eventually Wazu would get through. Drei's systems would re-route the call once they knew who was on the other line, and patch the smart phone through to the marine's comm system.

"Ok, shit hit the fan up here. I have been shot, I think Avel took a bullet, and they are probably going to be swarming this floor with guards soon. We are somewhere up in the administration building, probably close to the top, floor 16 or 17 maybe.

We need to pull out of here, so if you want to start shooting bad guys now that would be great."

This was getting sad to say the least. When Ray opened fire on Wazu's position Avel lunged forwards towards the man with the intention of grabbing his gun and hopefully turning it on him. Or maybe she would be shot. Either way, it would distract him long enough for Matteo to get a shot off.

Phaedra saw the guards running around and sealing off the building and she recieved no response from the Admiral's team.

"Harm, no response from the Admiral's team and I still have no visual on them. What can you see from your side?"

She glanced back over to Cedric's location.

"Cedric, what's your status? Are you alright?" she asked.

"If that bitch tries anything else, I'm taking her out. She's too much of a risk factor," thought Phaedra, flicking off the safety on her weapon.

Cedric was fuming.

So what if he would be fine? The bitch had stabbed him in the hand!

THE HAND!

His rage was boiling over as he clutched the knife tightly. He wanted to stab her so bad: to slice her up until there was nothing left of her. Fortunately for her, he was kept in check by the fact that the guards were behaving rather strangely (even for the current situation, as far as Cedric saw it), the bartender had a shotgun, and his recently promoted squad leader was coming in through his ear-piece loud and clear. Cedric took a deep breath to calm himself. He locked eyes with Fhion: glaring at her with icy daggers underneath his organic eye.

Then Wazu came over his ear-piece to tell them of his situation.

So the bad news couldn't just end with Fhion? Of course not.

"Ma'am." He was addressing Phaedra with this, in a hushed whipser through his comm-piece, "Blast the bitch. Things have gone south and bad. The team is compromised."

Matteo held statue still as the random shot rang out, splintering drywall and wood as it hit. He just needed to wait for a good shot. Surprise. Matteo's eyes widened in pure shock as he watched Avel charge at the entrenched man. They just had to hold out until backup came. Hold out! And she was tossing everything away in this gamble. The ex-hitman gritted his teeth and silently moved up while out of the other man's view as Avel made her mad dash towards the man. He'd have to time it just right, when Ray's gun was pointed at her, Matteo would have to circle around to the other side.

'God damned, I hate teamwork! It sucks ass!'

@ Phaedra and Cedric

“Can’t see them from here, but it looks like they did something to upset the syndicate,” Harm said, referring to the rush of the guards on the floor of the casino. With them all headed into the administration building, it wasn’t hard to figure out that they were likely responding to something Wazu’s group did.

“You know it is rude to be on your cell phone when talking to a lady,” Fhion interrupted.

“Quiet,” The bartender said sternly, “Looks like the others are busy. You’ll have to come with me. I hope I can trust you two with the bar?”

“JUST SHOOT HER ALREADY!” Harm shouted, both over the comm. to Phaedra and to the bartender who was standing nearby.

“We can’t…” The bartender started to remind her, only to get cut off by Fhion leaping towards him. He’d give her both barrels, only to be quite surprised when she phased, letting the shots pass through her harmlessly as she flew towards him, her hand taking hold of the sawn off double barrel shotgun with the intent of beating his face in with it.

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@Avel and Matteo

Avel ended up half tackling Ray, and half tackling the pedestal he was hiding behind. Her hand was firmly on his gun, though he was still holding onto the grip firmly even as he was knocked over, an expensive looking vase falling onto his back and shattering into pieces along with its glass case. For a moment Ray would be on his back, though he would quickly try and roll over so that he could face Avel, trying to jerk the gun away from her in the process.

Meanwhile Wazu was still bleeding out,

“Hey, Matteo. How do you feel about ramming our helicopter into the windows by the staircase?” He asked, screwing around with the smartphone, taking remote control of the chopper they had used to drop Phaedra off. “Just need to find which floor we are on first then I should be able to cut off their access with the wreck.”

Avel proceeded to force the knee of her good leg into the man’s lower back as she reached out with her good hand and grabbed Ray's hair. She then violently slammed it forwards into the floor as hard as she could. Then she would use both hands once he was disoriented and slam his head full force into the hard floor.

There would be a sharp 'crack' as Ray's face hit the floor, his nose breaking from the impact. He would turn his head to the side, trying to keep Avel from smashing it against the floor again as he tried to point his gun behind him at an awkward angle to try and get it pointed at Avel.

Instead of forcing the head down again, she grabbed his arm by the elbow. She then held on tightly as she forced Ray's arm in the opposite direction of how it was supposed to bend. It wouldn't take much if she held on just the right way and popped the joint out of place.

The low pitched 'pop' of a bone popping out of position could be heard right before a sharp gasp of pain left Ray's mouth. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" He shouted, his hand still tightly gripping the gun as he used his still good hand to push against the floor, trying to lift both himself and Avel up off the floor so he could get away.

"Shut the hell up". Avel replied.

Deciding that enough was enough, Avel forced herself into a half standing position and against the extreme amount of pain coming from her injured leg, brought her good one down on Ray's neck at full force.

There would be another soft pop, and then Ray would stop moving.

With Ray now dead, Avel immediately went to looting his body. She'd find a smart phone in his pocket, a pen, his wallet, a watch, and of course the pistol that he was carrying in his hand.

"Does anybody see away out of here?" She said to Wazu. "Maybe we can jam the elevator while we're at it too."

"The lift is already on its way up here," Wazu said, "And I am certain others will be here through the staircase soon." As he spoke, a K7 chopper rose up to be level with the building's windows, "Good news, we're on the 16th floor I think." Wazu would then remotely pilot the chopper away, wanting to build up a little speed first.

There were still various pieces of art, a few plush sofas in the room, and less than a minute left if the group wanted to try blockading the doors.

"Let's focus on blocking the door and fortifying our position." Avel said as she began kicking a sofa in the direction of the doors with her good leg. "Just in case any of them make it up here."