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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2016 6:06:20 GMT
the crinkle of creasing leather is the last sound to pierce the dead of night. every step from there on is taken with a precise amount of concentration. he only has one chance to make it up undetected. one wrong move and the whole warehouse will go down in a mess of red lights and sirens. john's invested too much to let that happen now- now that's he's so close to exercising veilstone of this cancer.
time is of t he essence. for what little use they have, rangers tend to complicate operations wi th their misconstrued code of ethics. one of them waits in a van outside, playing through the facade of organized standards as she waits for her supervisor to give the okay. waiting for backup their excuse. anyone worth catching will be long gone before they can make a move. john doesn't wait for orders, he can't.
blood continues to seep into his brain as he dangers from the roof top. his crobat finds comfort in the upside down vertigo of their position. from there they wait, watching as a series of grunts rotate in fixed patrols. they observe until the pattern is discerned, giving them a window to infiltrate the facility in one fell scoop.
it's a nine meter drop to the ground. john waits patiently for the next patrol to line up under him before he unhooks his legs from the roof. parah, the crobat, slows his nosedive into a smooth glide, hurtling him forward and into their victim. the velocity of gravity compels his knee to dig as far deep into the grunt's spine as possible, instantly rendering him unconscious in what is more than likely a paraplegic injury. john doesn't seem to mind, satisfied with his rag-doll landing cushion. without remorse, he drags the body into cover, leaving it out of sight and out of mind.
all that matters is the mission: eliminated all hostiles.
     
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Post by LENA RUDDY on Jun 27, 2016 6:30:18 GMT
he was doing it again-- leaving her in the dust to fulfill his own rogue mission. lena is left to panic in the van while the renegade grunts and exits their start point. yes, he's leaving again- ugh. why him? such a cranky old man and yet, every time he did this they were successful. she hates it. she hates the way he does it. the blond sighs, putting down the headphone that tether her to HQ. maybe he has a point. then again, lena has no clue how to help. she may ruin his plans, she may help. the mission is to clear the area, but it's yards wide. she realizes she had been holding her breath. all right. going to do it.
the release of the staraptor happens in silence- even she knows that's critical to the mission. the bird of prey is black against the night sky, wings quiet, adapted to hunting in the forest. she takes to the skies, pokemon's keen eyes watching for any hostil--
bang, bang
bullets. they're below her-- but where? regardless, the sound of the gunfire wakes the warehouse. lena curses. fuck it. lower. dodge incoming fire. catch any runners. from her position far off the ground, she releases one pokeball. down and down it plummets, until a crack on the ground is accompanied by roaring BLIZZARD as the abomasnow roars upon release. his SNOW WARNING cracks through the sky, hail clouds rolling in.
this was so against protocol. she's loud. she's not graceful. the blond and her raptor descend. she covers her mouth and nose with the provided kerchief, pulling goggled over her eyes as she enters the snow zone. peel up, catch stragglers she shouts, un-holstering a gun from her thigh, immediately taking refuse against the side of the warehouse. in the distance the staraptor's screech can be heard over the roaring blizzard, accompanied by the screams of running man. no mercy, not now. she can only hope john has himself in a place free from harm's way.
she leaves the abomasnow on his warpath, but first activates the mega ring around her wrist. the pokemon's roar turns shrill as it evolves further.
it's cold.
but not on the other end of the warehouse. gunfire goes off from her own pistol as she clears the approaching space of two hostiles- but not before getting grazed herself.
she's dead meat when they get back to headquarters. sirens blare-- the situation is the opposite of suave. another pokemon is released. the camerupt stares down the metal vault door in front of them, nostrils flaring, hooves digging into the cement floor. its MAGMA ARMOR keeps it safe, even at the end of the blizzard zone.
"Earthquake."
     
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2016 2:54:16 GMT
bang, bang.
fuck. the word never escapes the confines of his mind but behind his neon visor is an annoyed scowl which expresses what words cannot. gone is the cover of night, placing john in a state of emphasizing speed over stealth. doublade and joltik find their way outside of their pokeballs, joltik nestling inside his vest while doublade stalks the halls in a SHADOW SNEAK.
high alert makes things more difficult, not impossible. being able to see the bullet in motion doesn't prevent it from tearing into everything in its path. john is no different, making quick work of anyone who dares cross his path. the crobat nestled onto his backside bolsters his own agility, turning him into a human rocket. as the galatic rats begin to crawl out to address lena's intrusion, john finds a clear path into the opposite side of the facility. she's gotten her own hand into this mess and there's no reason to put a stop on his own ambitions to rectify her mistakes.
a steel door stops her advance. john has no such obstacles. every dead end is rendered into a new pathway after a thick layer of arbok's ACID eats through thick drywall. here is where he handles best, stuck in the tightness of the building's cooridors. at close quarters, there are few who can handle their pokemon better than soldier 76.
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Post by LENA RUDDY on Jul 2, 2016 4:56:59 GMT
shattering earth does nothing to destroy the barrier in front of her- she's running out of time. The camerupt is given a smack on the hide-- turn and smoke them out elsewhere. the SMOKESCREEN already threatens to invade her lungs as the volcano pokemon rumbles back into the blizzard. another is released in its place, the rampardos towering over the blond, nostrils flaring, temper short. Lena unhitches and shakes a red spray paint can off of her belt, parking the vault door in front of her with a big 'X'.
"charge!"
she's forced to raise her voice of the mega forms of her pokemon outside. Face still covered, Lena braces herself for the worst as the rampardos takes steps backwards, gearing up, and HEAD SMASHing himself through the vault door. Lena is on the thing's tail, only to trip over herself upon entering the cavity.
A hallway. She's frantic, and the rampardos is on a frenzy to keep pushing forward- the thing bashes through the opposite side of the close quarters-- Doe. Lena hears the footsteps before she has time to see him, eyes wide as she realizes she blocks his path. she can't imagine a dinosaur and its incompetent master getting in the way would put her on his good side later-- she sidesteps through the hole rampardos made, waiting for him to pass before following on his heels to the best of her ability shortly after. she hears the prehistoric pokemon's cry and the screaming of bending iron outside-- the roof crashes behind them, a steel beam making itself known as the thing that would have crushed her had she not been so quick on her feet.
shit.
it's barely audible under her muffled mouth and the roar of her four monsters outside of the facility. at least she's got eyes on her partner though, happy or displeased he may be to see her.
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