Snippet #1500331

Hellsing Park

Charlie watched the hovercraft crash into the construction device, and while she was more than a little relieved to note that she had in fact disabled the drill mechanism, that wasn't stopping the thing from continuing forward. She hated being without her electricity; all she would have had to do was overload the thing with juice, and boom- no more oncoming death.

The noise was growing, and she wasn't entirely certain her ears weren't bleeding. Then again, it wasn't really the sound proper that was the worst of it; it was those shockwaves. If any of them caught her as off-guard as the first one had, she was gonna be fried Charlie on a stick, and she did not relish the thought of dying on what was supposed to be a simple diversionary mission. She sensed an incoming message to Gene's phone and shouted over. "Drache! Is that Hekaton? Tell him we need to get the hell outta here!"

Looking back to the still-advancing machinery, she grimaced upon noting that all the parked craft in the area had already been hurled at either this vehicle or the demented maestro over there. She kind of wished Vincent had picked something else to chuck, but there honestly wasn't a whole lot else around excluding park benches and trash cans.

At about the same time as she was thinking that maybe she needed to take the prerogative here and call a retreat, her black, mid-sized sedan went hurtling past her and into the advancing machinery. "My... my baby..." it took her a second, but she eventually shook herself out of it, in time to notice James's approach. She was at once petulantly irritated at what he had done to her car and also unfathomably grateful that he'd shown up. Not only could they really use a stroke of luck right now, but also Greggy wouldn't be happy if he figured out that James had been a no-show. She'd stuck her neck out for him (as Gabriel had undoubtedly known she would, that smarmy bastard), and if he'd backed out, it would have been her head on Hekaton's block, no mistake about it.

She accepted the cotton and stuffed some in her ears, immediately relived when the sound dulled to a manageable roar. The shockwaves would still be a problem, but at least she knew to expect them now. "So what do we do now boss?" She could barely make out the sound of his voice between the cotton and the din, but she smirked all the same, raising her own voice to shout loud enough to be heard.

"Well, Lucky Ducky, that's the question of the day. Depends on whether you think you can shut him up-" she pointed to the man with the improvised saxophone- "or help me shut that off. I'm gonna charge some electricity now, but I don't want to risk more than one shot. How likely is it that you could help my aim hit the fuel tank? I'd like to blow that thing to oblivion, and teach that Mortix techie a thing or two about how the Insurrection does it!"

As promised, she made for the nearest lamppost and siphoned the electricity, noting that Vincent was pushing towards their opponent, and so her best choice of tine was probably now. Taking aim at the construction vehicle, she looked to James. "Just a little luck. I'm a good shot." She grinned, releasing the electricity from her fingertips, though she did stagger backwards when a wave of lightheadedness hit her. "We need to get out of here, and soon..." she muttered, more to herself than anything.

Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket, and she mentally interfaced with it.

Tell Hekaton we need to abort. Now.