P E N E L O P E x C A G E
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M Y L A x M U R D O C K
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"There are a lot of them. I don't know how many you see but I can hear at least a dozen... I'm not sure how to approach this. Are we supposed to kill them? I don't think some of the others will worry too much about drawing some blood."
Penelope did a quick count. "Somewhere closer to fifteen guards," she reported. "I'm okay with killing them—they're not real." It was her old motto, from all the times she'd had to go through the simulation while training at the Academy; they're not real, they're not real, they're not real. It made killing much easier.
"I think stealth might be our best approach..." Penelope knew what Myla was trying to say immediately. As much as she didn't like to be the brawn of the operation, she worked best as Myla's balance, bringing the muscle to her stealth, the eyes to her ears, keeping the comms piece on her behalf. "Okay. I'll draw the ones outside the gate towards me. They won't call for backup if it's just one person."
Myla seemed to understand where she was going. "I can take the guard tower and clear any look outs so you can get the ones on the ground?"
"Sounds good," Penelope confirmed. Of the fifteen she had spotted, only five were guarding the perimeter, the others dotted around the guard tower and further down by the building. Five guards would be easy to take down if they didn't make too much noise.
Drawing her hood over her head, Penelope darted through the trees as close to the fence as she dared, trying to look like she wasn't very good at hiding herself. Two of the guards caught sight of her, moving towards her position together. She scaled a tree, waiting until they were right below her before dropping to the ground and breaking their necks with a quick snap. Penelope stripped the smaller of the two guards, putting his uniform and helmet on. It was just a little too large, but whatever. Keeping her head down, she moved quickly towards the remaining guards, standing together in a cluster. They barely spared her a glance, noting only the uniform, allowing her to get close enough to deliver a series of incapacitating blows, crushing one's chest. While he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, Penelope dodged the gun another pulled on her, swinging his arm around to fire it twice into the third guard's face, then swinging herself up onto his shoulders and breaking his neck too. In a matter of minutes all three of them lay unmoving in the snow. None of them had even had the time to shout or use his radio.
Penelope waited until the spotlight had swung a safe distance away, then whistled once, sharply, towards Myla's direction, signaling her forward.
At the sound of Penny's whistle, Myla adjusted on the branch with a deep breath. She rolled her head, popping her neck and stretching her back. Every movement of her arm she could feel the tug of her stitches. She was going to pop one... She just knew it. But there were worse things, she supposed. She exhaled deeply before whipping her billy club toward the guard tower. Her thumb his a button, releasing the grappling hook that wrapped around one of the structures columns. She got a good grip of the hilt before jumping off the tree branch and swinging towards the tower.
As Myla got closer she tugged hard on the club, using the momentum to arch her higher. Her body became pin straight as she flew through the gap between the half wall and the roof, feet first. Before flying through the other side, she slammed into one of the guards who's back was toward her. The force of her feet colliding into him sent his body stumbling forward until he crashed into the control panel. His head smacked onto a sharp edge, knocking him unconscious. By the time the guard's body slumped to the floor, Myla's leg was slicing through the air, kicking the other man out the back of the tower before he could manage a call for back up. There was a moment or two of silence before a thud and crunch could be heard when his body met the ground.
The sound of a feint buzzing lead her to the search light that was mounted to railing. Myla froze for a moment, tilting her head like an animal as she used her ears to gauge where the remaining guards were, along with Penny. Once she knew their location, she tried her best to point the light in an opposite direction. Two more seemed to be closing in on her partner. Without hesitation, Myla hurdled over the edge of the tower and descended upon them. The fall took the both of them down, as long as herself. Before either of them could get back up to their feet, she kicked one in the jaw, snapping his neck.
The remaining one took the advantage to scramble to his feet. Before Myla could stand up, he swung his foot into her side, knocking the wind out of her. The blow made her fall to her side in the snow, coughing as she caught her breath. He tried to grab her, but she fought against his hold. When there was enough of an opening, she jabbed a thumb into his eye and kicked his knee, snapping the bone in his leg. While he was down, she gave him the same treatment he gave her, a swift foot right in the gut before reaching down and stabbing his neck.
She stumbled back a step or two, trying to catch her breath. She was slow, she could feel it. Myla sighed, bringing her hand to her side. A sticky, warm liquid coated the tips of her fingers. Blood. "Shit," she mumbled under her breath. There was nothing she hated more than being a hinderance more than a help. Her reflexes were slow and she could feel herself subconsciously babying her side to try and not make it worse. She should have sat out of the training exercise but she didn't want to look weak or incompetent. She had no one to blame but herself. And... for some reason, Myla found herself wondering how Kane was fairing. Why did she care?
Myla shook her head, trying to focus on the matter at hand... or anything other than that. It'd only cloud her judgement more. Her hand continued to hold her side as she turned to Penny. "Do you see any others?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
"No... no." Penelope looked around, listening carefully for anyone who might be coming from the other side. She'd noticed Myla's injury, but knowing the other girl would want to press on with the exercise, said nothing.
Naturally Penelope's first thought was that she could just yank the entrance open and walk on in, but there was a card reader off to the side with a blinking red light, and it crossed her mind that there might be an alarm linked to the entrance. So instead she rifled through the downed guards' equipment, quickly unearthing their keycards, one of which she passed to Myla. "Keep this. Just in case we get separated." She swiped hers through the reader and held her breath. There was silence for a moment, then the light blinked green with a small blip of approval, and the door's mechanism unlocked itself.
The two girls slipped through. By some stroke of luck, there were no guards near them at all, and a door to the facility lay right ahead. This was the time; they couldn't stand around waiting for the comms team's signal. "The door's right here, we're going to go inside and wait for the comms to be knocked out," she whispered to Myla, taking her free hand. Better to wait inside, out of the snow, closer to the hostages, than out here where the guards could return at any time.
Penelope led Myla over to the facility, trying her keycard at the door. It unlocked, and she ushered Myla inside before following, shutting the door securely behind them. Here, inside the facility, it was warm and dry, and no guards that she could see. Yet.