The surviving member of the raid, jigged left down one of the aisle, they paused briefly to firing a burst from their weapon into the crates causing them to crash in a cascade. The person the turned back the way she was moving, and accelerated towards the side wall. She was looking for an exit.
Elliot dropped to the floor at the sound of gunfire, the loud crashing noises became his next fix. Back on his feet he moved, stepping lightly as he followed the sounds of the footsteps keeping his rifle up and ready.
Teresea was not happy with how things were turning out. "Piece of cake, grab some gear and vanish into the civilian population. Yeah right." she muttered, they only got one of the Junsa, and she was pretty sure that she and the Drake were the only ones alive. She hit the transmitter on her hip to signal for their transport to arrive. As she reached the end of the aisle she saw a door about 25 meters away, and caught a glimpse of her pursuer.
Elliot slipped down a side aisle, he knew the wall of the building was on the other side of the stack of crates, a few moments later he found himself in a side alley after scrambling over the impromptu 'wall' a few scattered containers a testament. He stood on the corner, weapon at the ready, and listened to the oncoming patter of boots striking metal.
Teresea paused for a moment and listened. She could hear foot steps, coming from her left side. bastard is moving parallel., but I'm not sure where. she aimed her weapon and fired a burst, which fell short of Elliot's position.
Meanwhile the person in the Junsa was moving again, when the suit reinitialized itself. It strode out of the building past the two SSS and looked around.
Elliot held fast, it was a simple game and all he had to do was wait. His grip tightened slightly and he brought the rifle back into his shoulder.
"Hey Soldier boy. Why don't you throw down your weapon and I'll let you walk out of here intact." She called out.
There was no response, the only thing she could hear was the ambient noise of the warehouse and the noise from outside.
She paused, there were two intersections between her and the door. This pain in the postier had been giving me fits. Okay let's see how he likes this{/i] she thought. she held the gun at waist height and squeeed the trigger as she ran towards the entrance, the weapon leading her slightly.
Elliot instinctively crouched the crackling sound of energy weapons fire and exploding crates clicking his mind over to automatic. He leaned out of his cover, one knee finding the floor as his crosshairs quickly settled over the charging female form. He fired one burst.
Teresea had a moment of clarity when Elliot's shot struck her leg, then pain intruded, as she fell to the floor she swung the weapon towards him. Bullets tearing into the floor, but the weapon stopped firing before it reached him, other than some minor cuts to the face from some of the concrete floor chips he was fine.
Slowly Elliot stood, his eyes locked onto hers through the weapon's sight. With an almost methodical pace he moved toward the wounded women, not uttering a word.
Teresea considered her options, as the soldier approached she had only one choice. She pulled the pin on the type 30 frag grenade in her pocket. She counted silently and tossed the pin at Elliot at the last second. "Say goodbye asshole."
Elliot sunk one round inbetween her eyes before throwing himself to the side, the rifle falling to the ground.
A moment later the distinctive sound of a grenade went off, his position on the ground protected Elliot from the worst of the blast.
Elliot rolled over and looked, what greeted his eyes was a mess, the usual result of a fragmentation device that close to a body. Giving the 'remains' one last look he picked up his rifle and moved back toward where he entered and where he hoped another hostile awaited him.
The Junsa hearing the explosion, took three steps forward then took off accelerating to its maxium 200 kph.
