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Post by rileywilson on Apr 8, 2012 1:48:54 GMT -5
*I'm about to send out a unit-wide transmission when Main approaches me. I don't recall seeing her during the fight, but things got out of hand quickly between the smoke and that damn car. It's a pity the killjoys didn't send themselves through the windshield on the way through. Just our luck their airbags were operational, I guess. I holster my gun and run a hand through my hair, trying to focus*
Yes, get a group and follow them. Don't bother with stealth, though. There's hardly any point in the open Zones, and they'll be expecting it. Go in direct, and bring them back if you can. Dead or alive, either way. Report back with progress or lack thereof. *I turn away without waiting for a response, stepping around the rubble on my way back down the hall and switching my radio back on*
*rb Unit 8* Unit 8, status update. Those already in the city, proceed directly to Gate E. Your target is a civilian car, driven by at least two killjoys. Check the gate security feeds for the license number. You'll be joined shortly by a team from the Tower. Over.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Apr 8, 2012 11:32:46 GMT -5
*I sprint away from the scene, sliding around a corner in my hurry to beat the others to the gate. I'm eager to prove myself as a member of the team by hunting down the escapees. After all, it should be easy to capture them since I'm not familiar with them. Should be. I burst through the door to the parking garage and show my I.D. to the guard on duty. He takes his time getting me a key to one of our vehicles, barely hurrying even as I quickly explain the situation. No wonder he has such a lame job the incompetent bastard. Before his hand is even fully extended I grab the keys away from him and rush over to the company patrol car, unlocking it and sliding inside. Less than a minute later I'm outside on the main road, heading towards Gate E to meet the group I'm sure is already there, hoping they don't pursue the killjoys without me.*
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Post by Angeline Pacis on Apr 8, 2012 12:08:04 GMT -5
*I hear my radio go off and tell me, in Wilson's voice, to go after the rest of the Killjoys. Well, I can't disobey an order. I slowly get to my feet, scan my card, and send the elevator back down. I need to lean against the wall to stay upright, but the blasts that hit me were on stun and I can still walk without my knees buckling, even if it does hurt. I move quickly over to the designated gate. I see a few people walking just ahead of me, which gives me hope that I won't be too late. Five painful minutes later, I gather with most of the rest of the unit at the gate, waiting for the few unit members who have not yet arrived.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Apr 8, 2012 22:43:18 GMT -5
(Just a heads up, anyone going after the killjoys is free to switch to 'Give Em Hell Killjoys' at any time to start the chase. Don't bother waiting for each other, just make sure there's room for them to include themselves in subsequent posts)
*I finally spot Riley farther down the hallway, and I'm relieved to see he looks relatively unhurt. He's obviously preoccupied, though, and the man I'm supporting seems to have a concussion from flying rubble so I should probably get him to the medical wing as soon as possible. A few minutes later I'm several floors up, explaining the situation to a nurse on behalf of the draculoid. He's not terribly coherent at the moment, though the nurse assures me he'll recover. She agrees to pass along the news to anyone else on staff who hasn't already heard the details of the break-in, so anyone else who needs medical attention won't have to explain themselves*
*Back downstais, the hallway is much quieter. The cleanup crews are already working, and I watch them for a full five minutes before I remember the Oracle is still tied down upstairs. Oops.*
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Masta Destroya
Crash Queen
"Quick and painful, or long and painful? Pick your demise, f!@#$r."
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Post by Masta Destroya on Apr 9, 2012 10:29:31 GMT -5
(sorry for my absence. been busy with work.  ill just post something vague.) *grabs a few extra batteries, then takes off for the front gate in a run* |
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Post by Zachary Knight on Apr 12, 2012 20:18:27 GMT -5
((I assume that Wilson, Vico and I are still here?))
*It begins to get a tad boring, being unable to move. I'm lucky that my temporary prison is a media hub and I have the countless screens to keep me occupied. Unfortunately, there are no cameras in the patrol cars, so I can't watch the main action. However, I do keep myself occupied by watching the repair crew move around like busy little ants as they fix the smashed wall. It might not be the most entertaining by my usual standards, but it works. However, I am distracted when the feed from the camera trained on the male Killjoy suddenly changes to show him holding his doctor hostage, with the female captive standing behind him. Both of them have guns. I groan: how did they manage to put the camera on loop?* Pardon me. Make my radio transmit, please. *I gesture at the radio with my head. One of the guards picks it up, looking a bit bewildered, turns it on, and holds it near my face.*
*rb Vico* Pardon me. This is the Oracle again, hello. I would like to inform you that there is a situation in the hospital wing, where the two new captives have somehow managed to get guns and are holding their doctor hostage. If there are any units left in the Tower, might I suggest sending them? Unless, of course, you don't mind them escaping. Thank you for your time. *end rb*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Apr 13, 2012 12:54:42 GMT -5
(Yes, as far as I know)
I'm on my way back upstairs when the Oracle radios me again, and I reply as I swipe my card and the elevator begins to rise*
*rb Knight* Vico here. Thanks for the warning, but there's not much I can do. I'm just the consultant, after all, and Wilson's off doing leader-things. Probably managing the unit out in the Zones. The Tower's security should be able to handle it, though; unit 8 isn't the only competent team of draculoids, and Wilson doesn't control the whole Tower, after all. Let's just hope the situation resolves itself, yes?
*I step out onto the correct floor, and make my way down the hall. The security guards let me in when I knock, and when I go to stand next to the Oracle, I see several teams of draculoids in motion, both in the medical wing and downstairs. The screen that's flipping through the elevator feeds suddenly goes to static, however, and when it moves on to the next camera I quickly hit the button to recall it*
We just had all the cameras replaced. That's new damage, right there, which means the killjoys have already been there. *I look over at the guards behind us, and one of the men is sending an update to his superior before I get a chance to say anything.*
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Post by Zachary Knight on Apr 13, 2012 13:07:49 GMT -5
Ah. Good. We couldn't have them escaping, now could we? *I stop talking as they get into a car with the doctor in the driver's seat and just bash my head against the table.* Of course they're leaving. Why weren't they strapped to the tables or stuck in isolation cells or Wolfblood sessions or something else sensible like that?! Wounded or not, they're still Killjoys. *Suddenly, and too late, I remember who my company is.* Ah, quite sorry. Not questioning anyone's methods, not at all. Just, ah...ranting. *I quickly divert my attention to the stairwells, where at least two units are racing down to the garage to stop the captives from escaping with their hostage. Too late, it seems, because the car is already speeding off before anyone actually gets to the floor. I hiss through my gritted teeth.* For the love of...somebody tell the checkpoint operators not to let them through. Shoot out their tires if they have to. But this is Battery City, a stronghold of good, and we are not going to let those goddamn Killjoys leave!
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Apr 13, 2012 20:05:22 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow at the Oracle's overreaction* While I agree that they should have been restrained, I'm not sure why you're so upset about it. The situation is out of our hands. It's up to the security team, and it's no use getting angry about their mistakes. They'll all be briefed, procedures will be altered and drilled, and hopefully it won't happen again. Then again, Riley - Wilson, sorry, will probably be in an ill temper as well.
*I sigh, thinking about his likely reaction to the news that both captured killjoys made an escape. It'll take ages to calm him down. Pulling my bottle of pills out of my pocket, I pop the cap open, tap one out, and dry swallow it. I don't particularly need my mood stabilized, but it's that time of day and it's a habit.* Want one? It'll make you feel better.
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Post by Zachary Knight on Apr 13, 2012 20:39:21 GMT -5
I know, I know. It's just.... *I sigh and rest my head against the console.* Quite sorry. I couldn't take any of your pills. Not only would I feel bad, but I'm not sure if they would conflict with my own. I have a bottle in my coat pocket, if you would get it for me. If not, well, I could certainly get on without them. Don't trouble yourself.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Apr 13, 2012 21:47:09 GMT -5
Well, seeing as I'm here now, I suppose we don't really need this... *I sit down in one of the wheeled chairs, slide it over behind the Oracle, and easily untie the cord binding his wrists before rolling away again* Have at those pills.
*The guards shift in place, ignoring us for the most part but clearly wishing they could go downstairs and help with the escapee situation. I can imagine it would get frustrating being assigned to the surveillance rooms when there's action going on elsewhere.*
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Post by Zachary Knight on Apr 13, 2012 22:07:44 GMT -5
Ahhhh. Thank you. *I flex my wrists. They crack and groan as they work out their stiffness. As soon as I am content that they're working again, I take out my pill bottle and quickly swallow two of them.* Much better. *I notice the guards fidgeting out of the corner of my eye. One of them takes out his gun and checks the battery.* If you're going to be, er, sticking around, perhaps we could let one or two of them go and fight. I'm sure you could take me in a fight; I'm not the best brawler. *I laugh good-naturedly. The sound is distorted by my voice modulator and comes out eerie, but the gesture is there.*
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Post by rileywilson on Apr 15, 2012 1:34:05 GMT -5
*As the scene clears I radio the other unit leaders, asking for updates. I feel dizzy again and lean for a second against an intact wall. Medics arrive and I push one away, yelling at her that there are people in serious need of medical attention and I'm not one of them. Over the radio I hear something about turmoil in the parking garage and I order a shutdown of all the checkpoints out of battery city. I'm not too worried, even if we don't catch the last few killjoys, we still have plenty to interrogate*
*When my head clears I find a stairwell and head up to The Oracle. When I get there I'm relieved to see Vico already there. Good, at least one thing is under control*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Apr 15, 2012 1:41:45 GMT -5
*I chuckle at the Oracle's suggestion* Again, you seem to overestimate my authority. I can't dismiss them any more than you can. Wilson, on the other hand - *At that moment the door swings open again, and Riley steps in. He's looking awfully pale, but I decide it's probably better not to mention it, especially in front of other employees* There you are, Riley! Glad to see you're still in one piece. This is the Oracle, as you're probably aware. I'm assuming you have a few questions for him, so I'll stay out of your way.
*I slide my chair back against the wall to illustrate the point, and glance back at the video screens. There's no sign of the killjoys with the doctor.*
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Post by Zachary Knight on Apr 15, 2012 11:13:41 GMT -5
Mister Wilson. It's an honor to meet you in person. I have heard many, many good things about you. *I sort of bow as a show of respect.* I am prepared to answer most any question you may ask. Perhaps you want to hear about the rest of the company's opinion of your unit? The movements of a few of the Killjoys whose plans I have overheard? What your unit members think about their work when they have returned home for the night? You need only ask.
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ill just post something vague.)
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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