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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 8, 2012 15:58:41 GMT -5
Wait, what? *But she's already gone. Arson has blackmail? That's the only reason Retro's not turning us in? I hesitate a moment longer, but then catch up to Arson as she reaches the far wall of the basement. She looks questioningly at me, but I just shake my head and step up to the single door in the wall facing us. I look back at the others to make sure we're all here, and then open the door, stepping quickly through.*
*No alarms sound, and I don't even see any cameras. The hallway is narrow and dirty, with a turn up ahead so I can't see very far along it. We move quickly, as there aren't many rooms leading off the hall and they're obviously not being used*
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 8, 2012 16:06:00 GMT -5
*I grip the straps of my backpack tightly as we move down the hall. There's something no right about this floor, even for BLI, and I suddenly realize what it is. The walls are painted black, not white, sucking in the small lights on the ceiling like a black hole. There are no signs or logos anywhere either, like BLI has just given up on this section. Nervous, I adjust the goggles on my face and nod when Arson looks over at me. We're as ready as we'll ever be*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 8, 2012 21:38:23 GMT -5
*We make our way down several more winding corridors before I hear another noise - and I don't like the sound. Rushing to the end of the hall I glance through the reinforced glass square and feel myself pale at what I see. Red's being practically lifted off the ground by some sort of robot, and a white-coated man is standing nearby. Or at least, the coat used to be white... I push the door open, stepping through so there's room for the others and aiming my gun at the man. I'm assuming he's the one controlling the robot, so I speak to him* LET HER GO OR I SHOOT!
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 21:42:06 GMT -5
*Startled, i turn my attention to the intruders. I hold up my hands, I'm not a fighter.* W-who are you?
*LaCY turns her head to the intruders. Her eye glowing a furious shade of red. She instantly lets go of Red. She's gone rampant.* Can't you see... we're in the MIDDLE of SOMETHING?? *LaCY sends a pair of winding metallic claws toward the intruders.*
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 8, 2012 21:52:46 GMT -5
*I shakily aim my gun at the angry robot/monster thing that reminds me more of an octopus than an AI with all those arms, but when she drops Red my priorities change. I watch Red fall and partially hit a bed before slamming into the ground, not moving. Instantly dropping my gun, I run for the girl, counting on the others to cover me*
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 21:57:29 GMT -5
*Something happens beyond the range of my narrowing vision and suddenly LaCY releases me. Suddenly I am on the ground, body automatically trying to gulp in air as fast as possible. I am only dimly aware of the action beyond me, my throat and lungs feeling like a razorblade party in my chest*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 8, 2012 21:59:52 GMT -5
*I shoot automatically at the claws, but the lasers just spark off the metal without doing damage. I see Jump run towards Red and move forward when I duck, trying to keep the AI's attention on myself and the others*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 8, 2012 22:02:29 GMT -5
*I run to the side when the AI strikes at us, trying to circle around. Our guns won't do any good; we have to disable her some other way. I flinch when I see Arson move forward, but concentrate on avoiding the claws long enough to get closer to the AI*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 22:14:17 GMT -5
*LaCY's arms fly out, one grabbing Arson by the shoulder and the other tossing Gear aside. LaCY brings Arson up to her face and imitates a glare through her robotic sphere of a face.* You're interrupting a very important science experiment. How would you like to help out? I could take you apart and see what makes you tick. Molecule by molecule!
*I'm confused. I don't understand what's going on, but i know enough to figure out what's going to happen next. one second. The one holding onto Red makes a dash for the door. two seconds. The one LaCY is holding gets strapped to the table. three seconds. The one she tossed aside gets back up, and LaCY sends a claw into his chest. four seconds. She turns her attention to the one holding onto Red and grabs him. Five seconds. The boy's neck is snapped and the girl on the table is being dissected, Red is again being chocked... I shake this possibility from my head and return to the situation at hand* No... Not Red. I can't let anything happen to Red... LaCY! That's enough! Put them all down! Now!
*LaCy turns her attention to Hank and loosens her grip on Arson* You're protecting her?. I can't let you do that, Hank. She was sent here to be killed. I'm not letting you ruin everything we've worked for! You've accomplished nothing since she was here!!
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Post by jumpstart on Jan 8, 2012 22:57:31 GMT -5
*I get over to Red amidst the chaos (man, that AI can scream) and quickly checker her over before I pick her up. Bruises on her arms, deep puncture wound on her shoulder, slashes on her side... it looks like she was mauled or something. And there are fresh needle marks and IV punctures down her arms. I look at her eyes, which are dilated, and her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her heartbeat, however, feels strong, if a bit fast*
*She barely reacts as I pick her up. She is also severely malnourished, and so is very light. Red, what did they do to you...?*
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 23:08:23 GMT -5
*I see purple hair and a vaguely familiar face. Then the feeling of being lifted up. I turn to see killjoys, actual killjoys fighting LaCY, Hank cowering to one side. I think it's a dream maybe, a hallucination...*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 8, 2012 23:13:10 GMT -5
*I hit the wall hard when the AI knocks me back, but get to my feet again and run forward. I'm not sure what Twisted and Renegade are doing right now, but whatever it is, the more distractions the better. I see one of the metal arms move towards the others and jump on it, holding on just behind the claw and trying to pull it off course*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 8, 2012 23:18:20 GMT -5
*I gasp when I'm picked up, the claw digging into my shoulder. I hold onto the metal arm with my other hand to try to take the weight off my shoulder, but when I'm face to robotic face with the AI and she loosens her grip, I get an idea. Instead of getting out of her grasp while I have the chance, I holster my gun and pull out my knife. Hoping I can do some damage before she retaliates, I aim for a narrow gap between two metal plates on what passes for her head and stab in as hard as I can, pulling back on the knife to pry up the plate and expose whatever wires and circutry are beneath*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 23:34:49 GMT -5
*LaCY notices Arson prying open her plating and she let's go, dropping Arson to the ground.* You disgusting piece of slime! *LaCY's hand begins to spin, simulating a saw blade and she sends it towards Arson.* Let's see what your insides look like. I bet you're not so pretty on the inside! *LaCY let's out a metallic, robotic laugh which sounds more like screws being dropped onto a metal floor.*
*I watch as LaCY attacks the Killjoys and I see Red, struggling to get up. She turns and i catch a glimpse of those eyes again. As long as Red is here, i won't get anything done, and LaCY will try to kill her. If i let her go...* LaCY! Stop it already! Just stop! If you let them go, Red will be gone, and we can continue with our work, together!
I can't do that, Hank. This is personal now. Very, Very personal.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 8, 2012 23:48:32 GMT -5
*I roll to the side just in time, feeling pricks of pain as tile fragments fly through the air where the claw hit the floor* Shit! *I shove myself backwards to avoid a second strike, and scramble to my feet. A third blow knocks the knife out of my hand and opens up a gash along my lower arm and I swear again, feeling hot blood start to flow. Pulling out my gun again, I start firing at her "head", aiming for either the missing plate or her glowing eye*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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