Snippet #2386237

Gabriel had heard Atlas all too well, but was in no position to answer. He just hoped it wasn’t urgent, but given the nature of their mission, it probably was. As he tried to turn around slightly, he immediately felt the pressure of the gun increase.
“No, no, no Larry. You keep perfectly still,” the woman continued to speak, “so, you’re ‘catering’ eh? Tell me, how do your brains taste? Because they’re pretty close to being blown out of your he-“ she stopped talking when a gunshot echoed across the Ark. The pressure at the back of his head decreased. Gabriel decided this was the best chance he was going to get and turned around, grabbing both wrists of the woman and pushing her against a crate. He kicked her in the stomach with his knee before releasing his hold and grabbing her head with both of his hands.

“I could use my powers on you, but this is so much more fun,” he whispered as he studied her face. She was easy on the eye, he intended to change that before she caught her breath. He slammed her head first into the crate, repeating the process until the gun slid from her hand. He then dropped her and picked up the weapon. He surveyed it quickly and then noticed the safety was still on. Not only were these people clearly deranged, they were also amateurs.

His musings were disturbed by Atlas. This time he did respond as he checked the gun.
“You got Fleche? I don’t know how you did it, but good job, I’ll be with you momentarily. I had a slight problem, but it’s resolved now,” Gabriel muttered as he ran from behind the crates, coming eye to eye with the woman who had been searching through the crates before. He had completely forgotten about her. Luckily for him, she was even more taken aback. He raised the gun and shot her in the chest twice. Without making as much as a sound, she dropped to the ground.

Gabriel heard numerous shouts coming from nearby and slid closer. He saw numerous terrorists looking around fervently. One of them wasn’t, as he was clearly dead. So much for subtlety.
“You think you might have alerted them?” he snapped into his earpiece, “I’m pretty sure they are alerted. Ah well, there’s nothing we can do about that now. Here we go,” he took the smoke grenade and hurled it at the group. As the smoke started to spread he fired the gun at them, trying to avoid hitting anything important. After a couple of shots it was out of ammo. He quickly tossed it aside, drew his own gun and decided to move up to a new position. As he leaned against the crate he searched for Rachel. According to Ignatius she had been near the southern entrance. No doubt she’d get here soon. He took a deep breath, if she showed up he would have to confront her. He just hoped most of the other terrorists had been dealt with by them. It was rather difficult to defeat a fellow puppeteer when the bullets were flying across the room.