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//THE ARMOURY:
The armoury stretches underground, beneath the center of the city. The entrance is situated at the tall base of a statue depicting the programme's logo, surrounding this are areas of sorry shrubbery. 2nd Street west and east, and 2nd Avenue north and south are the direct routes.
Only Heroes may enter the armoury. Criminals will have to find makeshift weaponry elsewhere, or gain a weapon from a Hero, though, they will have limited ammunition. Who enters is controlled by full length turnstiles which are monitored and operated by Station 7. There are four of these entrances, one at the center of each side of the statue's base.
These turnstiles lead into the base of the statue, which, inside, is one large hall. In the middle is a staircase which leads below and into the armoury.
I am leaving the contents of the armoury open to players. You are only to include firearms, martial arts weapons and premodern combat weapons and suitable accessories. There is no armour in the armoury. If you wish to introduce something else, please contact me first.
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//THE SAFESITE:
SafeSite buildings are created in order to protect people from the outside. If one wanted, you could spend your entire life in a SafeSite building without ever needing to go outside. SafeSite's in the real world are staffed and receive supplies regularly. The building is primarily underground, and compared to the rest of the building's, it's short.
There is only one entrance which opens onto Washington Street. The door cannot be locked.
LEVEL X: Unknown.
BASEMENT: The ultimate shelter.
LEVELS 1-10: Storage, including a vast amount of food.
LEVELS 10-15: Living quarters, ordered like minimalist apartments.
LEVEL 16: Gardens.
LEVEL 16-20: Entertainment and exercise.
21/GROUND FLOOR: Foyer.
LEVEL 22: Terrace.
Within these guidelines, players can use their imagination.
Level X will contains will be revealed later.
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//THE CAGE:
The Cage is where Criminals are put if they break the rules. Whilst Heroes are disqualified for any misbehaviour, Criminals are sent to the cage to either starve to death or wait for Heroes to find them. The Cage is not marked on the map, and so will have to be found. It is located between Ali Street and Cherry Street, in the crossed section named 'Alley Row'. The area is simply a section of alleys. They lead to the central block where The Cage is situated.
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//OTHER:
The rest of the map is open to interpretation, within reason.
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//THE ARMOURY:
The armoury stretches underground, beneath the center of the city. The entrance is situated at the tall base of a statue depicting the programme's logo, surrounding this are areas of sorry shrubbery. 2nd Street west and east, and 2nd Avenue north and south are the direct routes.
Only Heroes may enter the armoury. Criminals will have to find makeshift weaponry elsewhere, or gain a weapon from a Hero, though, they will have limited ammunition. Who enters is controlled by full length turnstiles which are monitored and operated by Station 7. There are four of these entrances, one at the center of each side of the statue's base.
These turnstiles lead into the base of the statue, which, inside, is one large hall. In the middle is a staircase which leads below and into the armoury.
I am leaving the contents of the armoury open to players. You are only to include firearms, martial arts weapons and premodern combat weapons and suitable accessories. There is no armour in the armoury. If you wish to introduce something else, please contact me first.
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//THE SAFESITE:
SafeSite buildings are created in order to protect people from the outside. If one wanted, you could spend your entire life in a SafeSite building without ever needing to go outside. SafeSite's in the real world are staffed and receive supplies regularly. The building is primarily underground, and compared to the rest of the building's, it's short.
There is only one entrance which opens onto Washington Street. The door cannot be locked.
LEVEL X: Unknown.
BASEMENT: The ultimate shelter.
LEVELS 1-10: Storage, including a vast amount of food.
LEVELS 10-15: Living quarters, ordered like minimalist apartments.
LEVEL 16: Gardens.
LEVEL 16-20: Entertainment and exercise.
21/GROUND FLOOR: Foyer.
LEVEL 22: Terrace.
Within these guidelines, players can use their imagination.
Level X will contains will be revealed later.
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//THE CAGE:
The Cage is where Criminals are put if they break the rules. Whilst Heroes are disqualified for any misbehaviour, Criminals are sent to the cage to either starve to death or wait for Heroes to find them. The Cage is not marked on the map, and so will have to be found. It is located between Ali Street and Cherry Street, in the crossed section named 'Alley Row'. The area is simply a section of alleys. They lead to the central block where The Cage is situated.
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//OTHER:
The rest of the map is open to interpretation, within reason.
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Culprit City
This shoddy set for the show is constructed mainly of scavenged materials from cities which had already suffered the weather's wrath. Patchwork skyscrapers litter the horizon, whilst the smaller buildings lay in their shadows, dilapidated and mismatched.
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Culprit City is a part of 
Culprit City.
19 Characters Here
William Edwards [27] Just Edwards.
Izzy November [26] From homeless, to piloting prodigy, to short-time celebrity, to unforgiving crime fighter.
Phantom [25] "Whoever fights with monsters should see to it that he does not become a monster in the process. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you."
Giselle "The Angel" Demence [20] A professional nurse known for her mastery of both medicine and poison. She saves only those that are worthy, all others must die.
Anya Kasyanov [16] Former Russian hitwoman, assassin and mercenary. Jailed for life for multiple counts of murder, torture and fraud.
Jared Kruger [14] The Big Fish.
Hieronymus Willow [13] "Leave me alone. I've had enough."
Lorelei Harvey [11] Bitter? Me? What makes you think that?
Alex Hunt [7] Hero. A billionaire playboy, kid of the owner of an immense corporate empire in the field of weapons and technology.
Riley Mac'feran [7] "Many call me insane... I prefer the term spiritually enlightened"
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Lorelei pulled her jacket from her rucksack and shrugged it on, making sure her armband was visible. She wasn't sure what the punishment for breaking the rules was, but she was sure it wasn't going to be nice. She wasn't altogether sure why it mattered what she was wearing. It wasn't her clothes that made her a target; it was the goddamned armband she had to wear. She could strut around dressed up as peacock and it wouldn't make her anymore or any less of a target. The armband was the target, a flashing sign that said 'I'm a bad person, kill me now'.
She followed the pair who seemed to have some kind of plan, although Lorelei was sure the blonde woman was calling the shots. She didn't know their names and wasn't really that bothered about finding out. They didn't exactly strike her as the buddying up type, so there wasn't going to be much personal chit-chat. One thing that was clear was that she was a extra in this plan, a burden if you will. She didn't let that bother her. Lorelei was used to people not thinking much of her. At this moment in time, she didn't rate her own chances too highly either. They gathered what they needed and headed for the south entrance, the one Lorelei had come through in the first place.
"We run for the store across the street, we'll move through it and out the back, then onto the next. We repeat that with the next, then across to the restaurants. From there, we'll go through the alleyways between the apartments and cross to the office buildings. Clear on the plan? Good, because I won't be stopping to go over it again."
Checking that the coast was clear, Lorelei followed Anya across the street to the gardening center. Lorelei shadowed as Anya gathered whatever it was they needed, knife in her hand, prepared for an attack if one came. Anya moved with purpose, Lorelei noticed. That was a good trait to have. Lorelei had never been much of a leader. She did what she had to do, usually working alone. They made their way through the stores, Anya picking up anything that she needed, before making the dash across to the restaurants. Lorelei remembered the gunshots that had echoed around the street not so long ago. The bodies were still there. Lorelei numbly wondered if they would get taken away before the start of the next day, or just be left to the elements.
They entered the restaurant and Lorelei heard a steady dripping noise. She looked to the source of the noise and saw a hole had been burnt into the wall. What she could only assume was some kind of acid dripped from the top, sizzling when it hit the floor. "Yey, acid," She commented dryly. The acid was still dripping, which meant that it was a recent occurrence. Which meant that whoever had burned the hole was most likely still around. Whether they were in the restaurant or not, Lorelei wasn't sure. All she was that they were around. She rested a hand on the spit, more for comfort than anything. If anyone else was here, they had acid. She wasn't altogether sure what she could do against acid, but she refused to go down without a fight. Give them a show, she mentally repeated. That's what she was here to do now. Call her skeptical, but she doubted they had all been chosen by a fluke of chance. This was entertainment disguised as justice. The network needing ratings. They had to be interesting.
She followed the pair who seemed to have some kind of plan, although Lorelei was sure the blonde woman was calling the shots. She didn't know their names and wasn't really that bothered about finding out. They didn't exactly strike her as the buddying up type, so there wasn't going to be much personal chit-chat. One thing that was clear was that she was a extra in this plan, a burden if you will. She didn't let that bother her. Lorelei was used to people not thinking much of her. At this moment in time, she didn't rate her own chances too highly either. They gathered what they needed and headed for the south entrance, the one Lorelei had come through in the first place.
"We run for the store across the street, we'll move through it and out the back, then onto the next. We repeat that with the next, then across to the restaurants. From there, we'll go through the alleyways between the apartments and cross to the office buildings. Clear on the plan? Good, because I won't be stopping to go over it again."
Checking that the coast was clear, Lorelei followed Anya across the street to the gardening center. Lorelei shadowed as Anya gathered whatever it was they needed, knife in her hand, prepared for an attack if one came. Anya moved with purpose, Lorelei noticed. That was a good trait to have. Lorelei had never been much of a leader. She did what she had to do, usually working alone. They made their way through the stores, Anya picking up anything that she needed, before making the dash across to the restaurants. Lorelei remembered the gunshots that had echoed around the street not so long ago. The bodies were still there. Lorelei numbly wondered if they would get taken away before the start of the next day, or just be left to the elements.
They entered the restaurant and Lorelei heard a steady dripping noise. She looked to the source of the noise and saw a hole had been burnt into the wall. What she could only assume was some kind of acid dripped from the top, sizzling when it hit the floor. "Yey, acid," She commented dryly. The acid was still dripping, which meant that it was a recent occurrence. Which meant that whoever had burned the hole was most likely still around. Whether they were in the restaurant or not, Lorelei wasn't sure. All she was that they were around. She rested a hand on the spit, more for comfort than anything. If anyone else was here, they had acid. She wasn't altogether sure what she could do against acid, but she refused to go down without a fight. Give them a show, she mentally repeated. That's what she was here to do now. Call her skeptical, but she doubted they had all been chosen by a fluke of chance. This was entertainment disguised as justice. The network needing ratings. They had to be interesting.
Jared took it upon himself to burst through doors ahead of their little band, wielding the sledgehammer all too happily as he went. Heâd scour the areas they were about to rummage through. They encountered few, though Jared had had his fun stalking a rat-like criminal through the hardware store; ridding him with a swing of the sledgehammer, an insane grin, and a cackled âBoo!â.
As they went about their business, heâd always take look at any corpses they passed, trying to figure out how theyâd die. He snorted. Why should he care? No matter what, he was going to be one of them. Jared was just passing time with these bimbos before heâd get shot up.
They all made it to the restaurants in once piece.
The wall was missing one big piece.
âLooks like someone got creative.â
He twirled the sledgehammer around, trying to look cool. Instead, it was a clumsy gesture which ended up with him having to save it with his other hand. Still, Jared thought heâd managed to pull it off and look badass.
âKnock knockâ He said menacingly. This hadnât happened long ago. The vandal was still around.
As they went about their business, heâd always take look at any corpses they passed, trying to figure out how theyâd die. He snorted. Why should he care? No matter what, he was going to be one of them. Jared was just passing time with these bimbos before heâd get shot up.
They all made it to the restaurants in once piece.
The wall was missing one big piece.
âLooks like someone got creative.â
He twirled the sledgehammer around, trying to look cool. Instead, it was a clumsy gesture which ended up with him having to save it with his other hand. Still, Jared thought heâd managed to pull it off and look badass.
âKnock knockâ He said menacingly. This hadnât happened long ago. The vandal was still around.
Hieronymus looked out from behind the wall of the kitchen, with another sandwich in his mouth. He saw the three come in, but didn't see their armbands. Welp, that was unfortunate. Hieronymus took the sandwich out of his mouth with one hand, and his other hand prepared to aim the nail-gun. He moved from cover, and then took aim with his one hand. That was, before he saw the red armbands.
There were two women, and 1 man. One woman was blonde, and lithe. She probably would do well in this kind of thing. She was composed, and professional, it seemed. Maybe she was an assassin or a soldier. The big guy holding the sledgehammer was scarier than either of his companions, but the way he failed at spinning the sledgehammer had a disarming effect on Hieronymus. He'd be careful around this guy, just as much as he would be around any other giant criminal. Well, whatever. The last one in the band was a girl with brown hair, and a cooking spit. She looked uncomfortable, to say the least. Well, who wouldn't be? Especially since she was on the criminal side.
Hieronymus lowered the gun upon seeing all three of them. His gaze remained on them, ready to act if they did anything.
"My name is Hieronymus, and would any of you like some coffee? There's some in the kitchen."
Hieronymus was never very good with people. He barely spoke, and had very few acquaintances. When he was a trader, he was not the leader of the trading company he worked for. He tended to just help them crunch numbers when they didn't have a calculator. Or repair their things, or make some goods that they could use to make some areas livable again. For instance, a machine that could produce electricity from air. And not by spinning a turbine, but by taking the latent electrical potential of air, and harnessing it when the air was pushed into the device's surface. Aesthetically, it looked like a sail for a boat. When he became a scientist, there was also less time to be friendly with others. He would go days without speaking to anyone, or weeks. After becoming a criminal, he didn't speak very much, even. Hieronymus quickly became nervous, and scratched the back of his head, a gesture he often made when he stopped to make a choice.
The entire time it took him to remember this, less than a second, he kept his eyes trained on the trio in front of him.
There were two women, and 1 man. One woman was blonde, and lithe. She probably would do well in this kind of thing. She was composed, and professional, it seemed. Maybe she was an assassin or a soldier. The big guy holding the sledgehammer was scarier than either of his companions, but the way he failed at spinning the sledgehammer had a disarming effect on Hieronymus. He'd be careful around this guy, just as much as he would be around any other giant criminal. Well, whatever. The last one in the band was a girl with brown hair, and a cooking spit. She looked uncomfortable, to say the least. Well, who wouldn't be? Especially since she was on the criminal side.
Hieronymus lowered the gun upon seeing all three of them. His gaze remained on them, ready to act if they did anything.
"My name is Hieronymus, and would any of you like some coffee? There's some in the kitchen."
Hieronymus was never very good with people. He barely spoke, and had very few acquaintances. When he was a trader, he was not the leader of the trading company he worked for. He tended to just help them crunch numbers when they didn't have a calculator. Or repair their things, or make some goods that they could use to make some areas livable again. For instance, a machine that could produce electricity from air. And not by spinning a turbine, but by taking the latent electrical potential of air, and harnessing it when the air was pushed into the device's surface. Aesthetically, it looked like a sail for a boat. When he became a scientist, there was also less time to be friendly with others. He would go days without speaking to anyone, or weeks. After becoming a criminal, he didn't speak very much, even. Hieronymus quickly became nervous, and scratched the back of his head, a gesture he often made when he stopped to make a choice.
The entire time it took him to remember this, less than a second, he kept his eyes trained on the trio in front of him.
"This isn't a time to be relaxing with drinks." Anya replied curtly, "We're here for some supplies. You responsible for that acid? I'm guessing you didn't just find that by lucky chance. If you're capable with chemicals, then you'll be useful. I have a plan. You can tag along if you want, or you can let us get on with it. I'll explain what the plan is when we're not being watched." There was no mincing of words with her - she was methodical, and to the point. She doubted somewhere as central as these restaurants would be devoid of cameras, and was relying on finding a corner of an office somewhere without cameras turned on it.
Without waiting for a response, she was already moving through to the kitchen, pulling out some salt and bottled water and stuffing them into her bag. "We want to move quickly, there's an armed hero around here somewhere judging by the bodies in the street. We don't want to be caught off-guard. If there's a chance to ambush them, take it. Otherwise let's keep moving."
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Alex, in the meantime, wasn't as close as Anya had feared. Upon seeing the melted wall of the restaurant, he had made a decision that could have been called wise, or could have been called cowardly. Either worked. He decided to go and find easier victims, rather than ones that could spray acid, or whatever had melted that wall.
He was currently sauntering through the department store to the east, taking potshots at fleeing criminals through the kitchenware. Like a bull in a china shop, but if the bull had a high-powered rifle.
Without waiting for a response, she was already moving through to the kitchen, pulling out some salt and bottled water and stuffing them into her bag. "We want to move quickly, there's an armed hero around here somewhere judging by the bodies in the street. We don't want to be caught off-guard. If there's a chance to ambush them, take it. Otherwise let's keep moving."
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Alex, in the meantime, wasn't as close as Anya had feared. Upon seeing the melted wall of the restaurant, he had made a decision that could have been called wise, or could have been called cowardly. Either worked. He decided to go and find easier victims, rather than ones that could spray acid, or whatever had melted that wall.
He was currently sauntering through the department store to the east, taking potshots at fleeing criminals through the kitchenware. Like a bull in a china shop, but if the bull had a high-powered rifle.
Not particularly fond of the nurse either Edwards decided to stay instead. He had some things he wanted to asked Phantom, particularly concerning the armories. The man was roughed up and the chances of him surviving to the end seemed unlikely. At least at this point in the game he was better off to hide than to fight. That was unless this nurse was some miracle worker that she could sew whatever internal organs he'd had sliced open. Edwards had given Izzy one of the guns, and he'd emptied the clip, but here was hoping he had more rounds. Edwards looked around his things. Nothing particularly revealing as it was mostly everything he had with him at the start except slightly more blood drenched. Unable to find anything Edwards looked to the man hitting on his caretaker.
"Hey Batman, got any extra bullets for that pistol? I might need em if someone comes busting through the doors here to kill us."
"Hey Batman, got any extra bullets for that pistol? I might need em if someone comes busting through the doors here to kill us."
Giselle was absolutely ecstatic. It looked as though all of her patients so far were going to make full recoveries and although she was still curious about the man behind the mask she didn't question him about it and decided to let him recover while she cleaned up her equipment.
It hadn't been easy or pretty stitching p the gash in his side. The bullet hadn't stuck but it had torn away a fair amount of flesh and she wasn't surprised that he had passed out from blood loss. She was surprised that he hadn't passed out sooner. He was lucky that he hadn't lost too much flesh or she would have had to graft some skin from his ass on to his side. It had taken a good deal of staples and quite a lot of stitches, both to his side and his head but the wounds were closed, cleaned and the bleeding had stopped meaning he was on his way to a healthy recovery.
However just because he was on his way did not in any way mean that he would get there. She found minute traces of rust in his side meaning that the bullet that hit him was rusty, She had managed to remove most of the rusted flakes but even a minuscule trace could lead to tetanus. Giselle made a mental note to watch him for spasms and hoped he'd had his shots. As she thought of tetanus she remembered her trap and wondered how long it'd be until some criminal set it off.
Before she had time to think too much about her trap she heard her patient start stirring behind her. She finished drying her tools off and made her way over to him to see how he was coping with the stitches. He was definitely awake and talking although she couldn't tell how well he was dealing with the wounds since she couldn't read his facial expressions. By the way he moved it didn't look like they were an excessive bother but they did hurt.
He wanted to know about her so she told him. "My name is Giselle Demence but you may call me Nurse Gigi. I am a certified doctor, although I don't have my certificate to show you so you'll just have to take my word for it, but I do prefer to be called nurse. I just think the nurse's outfits are cuter. Don't you?" Even though she had asked the other two people to stay out the man had still come in and he was asking her patient for ammunition. She doubted he had any and even though she didn't want him to agitate the masked man there wasn't much she could do about it.
She had several needles full of different surprises on her at the moment but she wasn't allowed to kill any other heroes and she didn't having anything that wasn't deadly or incurable. So she just sat down and glared at him, hoping he would leave, soon. At least the woman had listened enough to leave her to her work. She wondered where the woman was now. She hadn't looked too good when she came in and Giselle wanted to take a look t her lip, it was swollen and if she wasn't mistaken she had seen signs of infection in it.
It hadn't been easy or pretty stitching p the gash in his side. The bullet hadn't stuck but it had torn away a fair amount of flesh and she wasn't surprised that he had passed out from blood loss. She was surprised that he hadn't passed out sooner. He was lucky that he hadn't lost too much flesh or she would have had to graft some skin from his ass on to his side. It had taken a good deal of staples and quite a lot of stitches, both to his side and his head but the wounds were closed, cleaned and the bleeding had stopped meaning he was on his way to a healthy recovery.
However just because he was on his way did not in any way mean that he would get there. She found minute traces of rust in his side meaning that the bullet that hit him was rusty, She had managed to remove most of the rusted flakes but even a minuscule trace could lead to tetanus. Giselle made a mental note to watch him for spasms and hoped he'd had his shots. As she thought of tetanus she remembered her trap and wondered how long it'd be until some criminal set it off.
Before she had time to think too much about her trap she heard her patient start stirring behind her. She finished drying her tools off and made her way over to him to see how he was coping with the stitches. He was definitely awake and talking although she couldn't tell how well he was dealing with the wounds since she couldn't read his facial expressions. By the way he moved it didn't look like they were an excessive bother but they did hurt.
He wanted to know about her so she told him. "My name is Giselle Demence but you may call me Nurse Gigi. I am a certified doctor, although I don't have my certificate to show you so you'll just have to take my word for it, but I do prefer to be called nurse. I just think the nurse's outfits are cuter. Don't you?" Even though she had asked the other two people to stay out the man had still come in and he was asking her patient for ammunition. She doubted he had any and even though she didn't want him to agitate the masked man there wasn't much she could do about it.
She had several needles full of different surprises on her at the moment but she wasn't allowed to kill any other heroes and she didn't having anything that wasn't deadly or incurable. So she just sat down and glared at him, hoping he would leave, soon. At least the woman had listened enough to leave her to her work. She wondered where the woman was now. She hadn't looked too good when she came in and Giselle wanted to take a look t her lip, it was swollen and if she wasn't mistaken she had seen signs of infection in it.
He cutched the knife in his hand and threw his chain over his shoulder as he walked to the entrance of the Jacob and Medley offices. For a moment he looked in the window to make sure he himself would not be ambushed. He decided that it was safe enough and entered. From the looks of it someone had definitely been here.
Will was sitting towards the back of the building, resting when he heard the sound of the door click open.â Shit.â He moved to a crouched position, straining his ears for the sound of movement.From the sounds of it, the guy or who ever had a chain at least.
He shuffled around the room looking for a sign or trail of the person who was within the building. He saw a few phone books destroyed and cut apart, as well as a few filing cabinet torn apart there metal plates stripped. He found this curious as he muttered âMaybe they made a weapon or something?â He shook it off as he went back to looking for whoever had occupied the building. He walked down a nearby hallway his heavy boots and dragging chain making quite audible noises as he moved.
âThere moving...â Will started to move making sure he was quiet, in a crouch it was awkward, he made sure the heel of his boot as firmly against the ground before he shifted his weight making very little noise as he could. However the rain jacket they were give made that all too familiar hiss sound when he shifted. âGod⊠I hope that chain drowns out that soundâ He moved in an opposite circle from the sounds of the boots , keeping himself and the shovel lower than the cubicleâs walls. â Heavy boots...sounds like they are about my sizeâŠ.â Will could hear his heart pounding away in his ears, he was surprised that sound didnât give him away as silly as that thought was.
âI heard thatâ He said as he heard the faintest sound in the distance. An all too familiar smile formed at the edge of his lips. He moved more fervently down the hall the sound of his boots becoming heavier and heavier. âIâd start running⊠whoever you are. Itâs better when they run.â He swung the hook of his chain into the wall breaking a small amount of drywall.
Will kept the same rhythm with his steps even when the guy had started talking, he might think it was just some sound in the building. Externally he didnât seem spooked, he moved carefully as always moving closer to the door and windows. The smack of the chain hitting the wall echoed through out the little law firm. â This guy likes to fuck with people before he kills them...â He gripped the shovel tighter making sure it didnât drag along anything as he moved. God this sucked⊠Never before now had he wished he had a gun more than he did now. Fear had quietly settled in the base of his stomach. He had to either bug out or fight, that chain would be hard to effectively swing in this tight areaâŠ. Then again so would large swings with his shovel. Heâd have to use it more like a spear or a hatchet. The boot steps got closer and he got further.
He started to practically run down the hallway now as his boots made a continuous âthumpâ with each step. Then the noise suddenly stopped, Riley now moved quietly no longer stomping his feet with each step. He pulled the 10inch blade he had looted from his would be assassin earlier and started to scrape it across the walls as he walked. It made a horrible noise and he looked around for any sign of movement. âYou canât hide foreverâŠâ the many hallways and rooms made his voice a bit distorted and scattered. He started to get a feeling of excitement as he hunted for the inhabitant of the building. âI will find you soon enough.â
Shit he was getting closer, Will moved into one of the cubicles and readied the shovel like one would a javelin to be thrown. This guy was going to to be in a blood frenzy and lose himself in it⊠At least I can use that to my advantage. Willâs mind slowly formed a plan. He really wasnât equipped for an all out brawl but he might be about to wound the guy and get away. He waited until the footsteps were close, almost on top of him before he struck. He rounded the corner with the shovel point first and let his body weight along with it screaming as he went. It was a risky move but it would pay off hopefully. He readied himself to keep running if he missed.
He continued running until âWhamâ A shovel from the darkness hit him dead in the chest, his padded armor took the brunt of the assault but it did flatten him as he feel flat on his back to the ground. The men's adrenaline was pumping now as he became furious. âYou're gonna regret that!â He quickly picked himself from the ground, the running man now roughly fifteen feet away. Almost on impulse he swung the chain over his head across the room aiming to take the mans feet out from under him to by Riley time to catch up. âYouâre not getting away that easyâŠâ
Will booked it after the guy hit the ground.âShit shit shit, Should smashed his head in when he was on the groundâ He kept running even though he heard the sound of the chain. â Youâre the one who attacked me!â he shouted back as he rounded the corner hearing the chain smack against the floor. âShitâ He muttered to himself as the chain hit the ground missing. He immediately started his pursuit after the fleeing man grabbing the hook of the chain from the ground as he passed it. âThatâs why they brought me here⊠To kill everyone.â
â So youâre gonna let them control you like a dog? Red arm band here buddy!â He said knocking over the hat rack by the front door smashing the front window, but the guy was to close behind him to try and get out , heâd have to go on the next pass through. He simply laughed âAll are my targets⊠criminals or âHeroâ alike, none have been spared judgement.â he said as he started to spin his hook while running.
âBattlefield Judgement? You serve?â Will grabbed a clock and tossed it over his shoulder hoping the hit the guy in his face or something. God this guy could run, to top it off he sounded like a nut. A nut with a chain trying to kill me.
âI serve a higher judgement-â He was stopped mid sentence as the clock hit him in the face; At the same time he had thrown his chain causing it to veer off course. He sat and set his face in his hand from the pain. âDamn it!â He sat regaining his bearings. âUghhhâ He grunted as he stood up and pursuited once more now farther behind than before. Then he saw something from the window broken, there was a group of green banned people walking towards the building. Four of them from the looks of it. âLooks like you have more than me to worry about now. âLooks like thereâs 4 well armed âheroesâ outsideâ He now leaned against a wall weapons ready.
âShitâŠLook, I donât trust you one bit. But I know 1 verse 4 is nuts. Truce and we might be able to get out of this long enough for you to try and kill me later, fair?â Will said peeking over around the cubicle at the guy. Riley sat thinking, he wasnât an idiot. âYou take half and iâll take halfâŠâ He held the knife in his hand ready to strike should anyone show themselves. He looked back then walked off into another room awaiting the heroes entrance into the building.
The first hero walked through the door, flashlights in hand or weapon mounted he couldnât tell.
â You sure there are people here?â
â That coat rack didnât throw itself at the doorâ
Two guys.
â Rob, Jack, go up stairs and check it , Me and Jake will head through the building. Keep eyes on one anotherâ
Will watched one guy , he had a longer looking rifle. That is my way to surviveâŠ.
Will watched the guy as he started checking the cubicle , the guy started a pattern, right than left⊠Will waited on the left side of the 2nd to last cubicle. looking around he found a long pair of scissors, he set his shovel down carefully.
â Looks like they had quite a run around, no blood tho.â He said.
âdamn it⊠heâs the talker Iâll have a few moments before someone wonders why he shut up...â
Will clutched the sharp object.
Riley would approach this situation carefully, there were 4v2 odds and he couldnât rely on the other man he had hunted on the first place. He sat at the corner of a doorway and listened to the men.
âThey have to be up hereâŠâ one man said.
Riley kicked the doorway with his boot causing a loud âthudâ âHe better capitalize on thatâŠâ He sat unmoving as one of the four men were quickly nearing the door. From the looks of it the man had a handgun, he wasnât sure but it looked like a Glock 19. IT wasnât his preferred type of gun but it would do the job. As soon as the man entered he lodged the blade under his jaw into his throat and held his mouth as to make sure he couldnât scream. After a few moments of silence he took the man's gun and sheathed his knife as he dragged the corpse into the corner.
RightâŠ.and Will caught the guy mid turn using his forearm to both strangle and keep the guys jaw closed. Will slammed the scissor point into the back of the guys head right at the base of it.
Lights out. 30 seconds. Will striped the guy of his tac vest, side arm, and back pack. He grabbed the rifle , it was an old ass m14 style rifle. âHey Mike, you find anything?â one of the guys from upstairs said. âshit.â look shrugged on the bag and held the rifle firmly , leaving his shovel behind. Back door. He quickly made his way to the back door opening it with little subtlety. He heard the sound of someone running down the stairs just as he turned the alleyway and started to sprint in the cold rain. â Fuckk fuck fuckk. â He had to find somewhere safe to sit for a while at least. The crack and hiss of gunfire came from behind him. He turned a corner and was gone from that line of sight racing forward (westbound) for who knew what at this point.
Riley wrapped the chain around his torso like a crude bandolier, the chain might save his life later for all he knew. He was now well armed and even more dangerous and now he was ready to hunt more sinners down. âBastard left me, to bad he drew the rest of the others away.â He shrugged as he exited the office and headed back to his warehouse to ready up for his trip to find others to kill.
Rileyâs Kills: (Criminal) 5 (hero) 2
Willâs kills: 1 redâŠ.1 green.
-Collaborative post Riles and Jack (aka Will)
Will was sitting towards the back of the building, resting when he heard the sound of the door click open.â Shit.â He moved to a crouched position, straining his ears for the sound of movement.From the sounds of it, the guy or who ever had a chain at least.
He shuffled around the room looking for a sign or trail of the person who was within the building. He saw a few phone books destroyed and cut apart, as well as a few filing cabinet torn apart there metal plates stripped. He found this curious as he muttered âMaybe they made a weapon or something?â He shook it off as he went back to looking for whoever had occupied the building. He walked down a nearby hallway his heavy boots and dragging chain making quite audible noises as he moved.
âThere moving...â Will started to move making sure he was quiet, in a crouch it was awkward, he made sure the heel of his boot as firmly against the ground before he shifted his weight making very little noise as he could. However the rain jacket they were give made that all too familiar hiss sound when he shifted. âGod⊠I hope that chain drowns out that soundâ He moved in an opposite circle from the sounds of the boots , keeping himself and the shovel lower than the cubicleâs walls. â Heavy boots...sounds like they are about my sizeâŠ.â Will could hear his heart pounding away in his ears, he was surprised that sound didnât give him away as silly as that thought was.
âI heard thatâ He said as he heard the faintest sound in the distance. An all too familiar smile formed at the edge of his lips. He moved more fervently down the hall the sound of his boots becoming heavier and heavier. âIâd start running⊠whoever you are. Itâs better when they run.â He swung the hook of his chain into the wall breaking a small amount of drywall.
Will kept the same rhythm with his steps even when the guy had started talking, he might think it was just some sound in the building. Externally he didnât seem spooked, he moved carefully as always moving closer to the door and windows. The smack of the chain hitting the wall echoed through out the little law firm. â This guy likes to fuck with people before he kills them...â He gripped the shovel tighter making sure it didnât drag along anything as he moved. God this sucked⊠Never before now had he wished he had a gun more than he did now. Fear had quietly settled in the base of his stomach. He had to either bug out or fight, that chain would be hard to effectively swing in this tight areaâŠ. Then again so would large swings with his shovel. Heâd have to use it more like a spear or a hatchet. The boot steps got closer and he got further.
He started to practically run down the hallway now as his boots made a continuous âthumpâ with each step. Then the noise suddenly stopped, Riley now moved quietly no longer stomping his feet with each step. He pulled the 10inch blade he had looted from his would be assassin earlier and started to scrape it across the walls as he walked. It made a horrible noise and he looked around for any sign of movement. âYou canât hide foreverâŠâ the many hallways and rooms made his voice a bit distorted and scattered. He started to get a feeling of excitement as he hunted for the inhabitant of the building. âI will find you soon enough.â
Shit he was getting closer, Will moved into one of the cubicles and readied the shovel like one would a javelin to be thrown. This guy was going to to be in a blood frenzy and lose himself in it⊠At least I can use that to my advantage. Willâs mind slowly formed a plan. He really wasnât equipped for an all out brawl but he might be about to wound the guy and get away. He waited until the footsteps were close, almost on top of him before he struck. He rounded the corner with the shovel point first and let his body weight along with it screaming as he went. It was a risky move but it would pay off hopefully. He readied himself to keep running if he missed.
He continued running until âWhamâ A shovel from the darkness hit him dead in the chest, his padded armor took the brunt of the assault but it did flatten him as he feel flat on his back to the ground. The men's adrenaline was pumping now as he became furious. âYou're gonna regret that!â He quickly picked himself from the ground, the running man now roughly fifteen feet away. Almost on impulse he swung the chain over his head across the room aiming to take the mans feet out from under him to by Riley time to catch up. âYouâre not getting away that easyâŠâ
Will booked it after the guy hit the ground.âShit shit shit, Should smashed his head in when he was on the groundâ He kept running even though he heard the sound of the chain. â Youâre the one who attacked me!â he shouted back as he rounded the corner hearing the chain smack against the floor. âShitâ He muttered to himself as the chain hit the ground missing. He immediately started his pursuit after the fleeing man grabbing the hook of the chain from the ground as he passed it. âThatâs why they brought me here⊠To kill everyone.â
â So youâre gonna let them control you like a dog? Red arm band here buddy!â He said knocking over the hat rack by the front door smashing the front window, but the guy was to close behind him to try and get out , heâd have to go on the next pass through. He simply laughed âAll are my targets⊠criminals or âHeroâ alike, none have been spared judgement.â he said as he started to spin his hook while running.
âBattlefield Judgement? You serve?â Will grabbed a clock and tossed it over his shoulder hoping the hit the guy in his face or something. God this guy could run, to top it off he sounded like a nut. A nut with a chain trying to kill me.
âI serve a higher judgement-â He was stopped mid sentence as the clock hit him in the face; At the same time he had thrown his chain causing it to veer off course. He sat and set his face in his hand from the pain. âDamn it!â He sat regaining his bearings. âUghhhâ He grunted as he stood up and pursuited once more now farther behind than before. Then he saw something from the window broken, there was a group of green banned people walking towards the building. Four of them from the looks of it. âLooks like you have more than me to worry about now. âLooks like thereâs 4 well armed âheroesâ outsideâ He now leaned against a wall weapons ready.
âShitâŠLook, I donât trust you one bit. But I know 1 verse 4 is nuts. Truce and we might be able to get out of this long enough for you to try and kill me later, fair?â Will said peeking over around the cubicle at the guy. Riley sat thinking, he wasnât an idiot. âYou take half and iâll take halfâŠâ He held the knife in his hand ready to strike should anyone show themselves. He looked back then walked off into another room awaiting the heroes entrance into the building.
The first hero walked through the door, flashlights in hand or weapon mounted he couldnât tell.
â You sure there are people here?â
â That coat rack didnât throw itself at the doorâ
Two guys.
â Rob, Jack, go up stairs and check it , Me and Jake will head through the building. Keep eyes on one anotherâ
Will watched one guy , he had a longer looking rifle. That is my way to surviveâŠ.
Will watched the guy as he started checking the cubicle , the guy started a pattern, right than left⊠Will waited on the left side of the 2nd to last cubicle. looking around he found a long pair of scissors, he set his shovel down carefully.
â Looks like they had quite a run around, no blood tho.â He said.
âdamn it⊠heâs the talker Iâll have a few moments before someone wonders why he shut up...â
Will clutched the sharp object.
Riley would approach this situation carefully, there were 4v2 odds and he couldnât rely on the other man he had hunted on the first place. He sat at the corner of a doorway and listened to the men.
âThey have to be up hereâŠâ one man said.
Riley kicked the doorway with his boot causing a loud âthudâ âHe better capitalize on thatâŠâ He sat unmoving as one of the four men were quickly nearing the door. From the looks of it the man had a handgun, he wasnât sure but it looked like a Glock 19. IT wasnât his preferred type of gun but it would do the job. As soon as the man entered he lodged the blade under his jaw into his throat and held his mouth as to make sure he couldnât scream. After a few moments of silence he took the man's gun and sheathed his knife as he dragged the corpse into the corner.
RightâŠ.and Will caught the guy mid turn using his forearm to both strangle and keep the guys jaw closed. Will slammed the scissor point into the back of the guys head right at the base of it.
Lights out. 30 seconds. Will striped the guy of his tac vest, side arm, and back pack. He grabbed the rifle , it was an old ass m14 style rifle. âHey Mike, you find anything?â one of the guys from upstairs said. âshit.â look shrugged on the bag and held the rifle firmly , leaving his shovel behind. Back door. He quickly made his way to the back door opening it with little subtlety. He heard the sound of someone running down the stairs just as he turned the alleyway and started to sprint in the cold rain. â Fuckk fuck fuckk. â He had to find somewhere safe to sit for a while at least. The crack and hiss of gunfire came from behind him. He turned a corner and was gone from that line of sight racing forward (westbound) for who knew what at this point.
Riley wrapped the chain around his torso like a crude bandolier, the chain might save his life later for all he knew. He was now well armed and even more dangerous and now he was ready to hunt more sinners down. âBastard left me, to bad he drew the rest of the others away.â He shrugged as he exited the office and headed back to his warehouse to ready up for his trip to find others to kill.
Rileyâs Kills: (Criminal) 5 (hero) 2
Willâs kills: 1 redâŠ.1 green.
-Collaborative post Riles and Jack (aka Will)
Phantom bent upwards, feeling pain shoot up from his abdomen, making him grunt. He held it instinctively before realizing that it had been bandaged and the wound had been shut. He touched his head, feeling the grooves of the closed skin upon his fingers. The part of the mask where his head was shot had been ripped open, but it overall still covered his face, only exposing the wound on his head. He also realized that they had either took off the mask and saw his face before he awoke or they left it on. Either way, he had hoped the cameras didn't see his face if they did, he could care less if the heroes saw his face though.
He grinned under his mask, assuming that the so called "Nurse" had flirted back to him. But, he turned his attention towards Edwards who had just asked him about rounds for his pistol.
"Yeah, I have five more rounds to spare for you. You gonna head out with that woman?" Phantom asked curiously, wondering why Edwards would need more rounds. Then it hit him, they probably thought he was a burden. Phantom couldn't blame them, he would of thought of the same if he was in a similar situation with someone else injured the way he was. Without reluctance, he unstrapped the rounds and handed them to Edwards.
"If so, good luck. Thanks for the help back there, I appreciate it." Phantom wasn't the type to say thank you to anyone, he always worked alone until now.
He grinned under his mask, assuming that the so called "Nurse" had flirted back to him. But, he turned his attention towards Edwards who had just asked him about rounds for his pistol.
"Yeah, I have five more rounds to spare for you. You gonna head out with that woman?" Phantom asked curiously, wondering why Edwards would need more rounds. Then it hit him, they probably thought he was a burden. Phantom couldn't blame them, he would of thought of the same if he was in a similar situation with someone else injured the way he was. Without reluctance, he unstrapped the rounds and handed them to Edwards.
"If so, good luck. Thanks for the help back there, I appreciate it." Phantom wasn't the type to say thank you to anyone, he always worked alone until now.
Izzy was much more careful as she moved through the hospital back to where sheâd left the others. She slowed to an easily maintainable jog, decelerating right down where any corridors crossed and constantly checking for other traps.
The hospital was big and it did take a while for her to find herself back in the reception room. There, she broke into a walk, her heavy boots crushing the knocked over berries into a mush as she went. Izzy was a bit flustered when she made it to the treatment room. They were all still there, including Edwards, which made a flash of agitation cross her expression.
âHeyâ she said, more announcing her presence than offering them a greeting as she sidled into the room. It was against the rules to kill heroes, but sheâd have still liked to raise the handgun to stare down that psycho nurse. But she didnât think thatâd do much to preserve her oh-so-heroic persona; it wouldnât sit well with the audience. Izzy dumped the bag of collected medical products at Edwardsâ feet, but didnât take her eyes off the nurse.
âYou. Candyfloss bitch, what kind of game are you playing?â She demanded, the colour in her cheeks rising. The injuries caused by the falling needles were nothing, she barely felt them, but still, the shock sheâd got from the trap was enough to make her resent their creator. âThis your game? Draw heroes in here with promises of treatment, let them roam the hospital without precaution and let them get themselves killed or tangled in your traps? Weâre not the rats in this city, lady, in case you hadnât noticed!â
Only then did she notice Phantom was awake. Hoping he wasnât harbouring any too-fond memories for his insane saviour Izzy announced: âWeâre leaving.â
The hospital was big and it did take a while for her to find herself back in the reception room. There, she broke into a walk, her heavy boots crushing the knocked over berries into a mush as she went. Izzy was a bit flustered when she made it to the treatment room. They were all still there, including Edwards, which made a flash of agitation cross her expression.
âHeyâ she said, more announcing her presence than offering them a greeting as she sidled into the room. It was against the rules to kill heroes, but sheâd have still liked to raise the handgun to stare down that psycho nurse. But she didnât think thatâd do much to preserve her oh-so-heroic persona; it wouldnât sit well with the audience. Izzy dumped the bag of collected medical products at Edwardsâ feet, but didnât take her eyes off the nurse.
âYou. Candyfloss bitch, what kind of game are you playing?â She demanded, the colour in her cheeks rising. The injuries caused by the falling needles were nothing, she barely felt them, but still, the shock sheâd got from the trap was enough to make her resent their creator. âThis your game? Draw heroes in here with promises of treatment, let them roam the hospital without precaution and let them get themselves killed or tangled in your traps? Weâre not the rats in this city, lady, in case you hadnât noticed!â
Only then did she notice Phantom was awake. Hoping he wasnât harbouring any too-fond memories for his insane saviour Izzy announced: âWeâre leaving.â
Gigi spun around on her chair, bored. Her patients were all healing well, her traps had all been set and she still had plenty of beetles left in her tank so there was no reason for her to go looking for more. She swiveled around in small circles, thinking up new ways to trip up any criminals that dared to intrude on her hospital. She decided to ignore the man that had brought her patient in since it was clear he wasn't going to leave any time soon. Every time she circled around she checked on the masked man, he wounds were still fresh and she didn't want him to agitate the stitches.
She was just about to go looking for some rope for her next trap when she heard footsteps approaching. She tilted her head towards the door, the footsteps were heavy and quick, whoever was coming was coming with a purpose. She looked towards the door just as the hero woman appeared. She looked pretty banged up, even more so than before and Giselle really would have liked to take a look at her lip. Before she could say anything the woman emptied a bag of supplies at the other man's feet. "Someone's been a busy bee." Gigi thought to herself.
"Game? I'm not playing any games. But I suppose I should be, I mean this whole thing is just one big gruesome game isn't it?" Gigi looked at the woman and noticed she had quite a few new scratches, like she had been scraped with several sharp objects. The wounds looked familiar and then it hit her. The woman must have triggered Giselle's needle trap, that would explain the length and frequency of the scratches. But Gigi had set up far more needles than that, and the woman was barely scraped. "No! That trap wasn't meant for you, you ignorant woman! That trap was set for any criminals that dared to come to my hospital and you've ruined it." Gigi was pissed, to say the least. "Please tell me you didn't blunder into any of the others, you didn't try to use the elevator did you? No, you wouldn't be here if you had."
Gigi stood up and started pacing back and forth between the counter and the patients' beds. "Great, now I have to go pick up all those needles and re set the trap, although since you're not too hurt maybe I should try to improve it first. Also, I hope you have your shots 'cause all those needles were filthy and rusty so who knows what you've caught. Come here and let me take a blood sample." Giselle was upset but she stil had a job to do. This woman was a hero and she needed treatment or she would die and it would be Gigi's fault. Even though she had set the trap off herself.
She was just about to go looking for some rope for her next trap when she heard footsteps approaching. She tilted her head towards the door, the footsteps were heavy and quick, whoever was coming was coming with a purpose. She looked towards the door just as the hero woman appeared. She looked pretty banged up, even more so than before and Giselle really would have liked to take a look at her lip. Before she could say anything the woman emptied a bag of supplies at the other man's feet. "Someone's been a busy bee." Gigi thought to herself.
"Game? I'm not playing any games. But I suppose I should be, I mean this whole thing is just one big gruesome game isn't it?" Gigi looked at the woman and noticed she had quite a few new scratches, like she had been scraped with several sharp objects. The wounds looked familiar and then it hit her. The woman must have triggered Giselle's needle trap, that would explain the length and frequency of the scratches. But Gigi had set up far more needles than that, and the woman was barely scraped. "No! That trap wasn't meant for you, you ignorant woman! That trap was set for any criminals that dared to come to my hospital and you've ruined it." Gigi was pissed, to say the least. "Please tell me you didn't blunder into any of the others, you didn't try to use the elevator did you? No, you wouldn't be here if you had."
Gigi stood up and started pacing back and forth between the counter and the patients' beds. "Great, now I have to go pick up all those needles and re set the trap, although since you're not too hurt maybe I should try to improve it first. Also, I hope you have your shots 'cause all those needles were filthy and rusty so who knows what you've caught. Come here and let me take a blood sample." Giselle was upset but she stil had a job to do. This woman was a hero and she needed treatment or she would die and it would be Gigi's fault. Even though she had set the trap off herself.
Henry took the initiative on this, coming forward to the criminal who they had restrained on the seat of a grand piano. "Would you know where the armory or safe site is?" Henry questioned as if he were asking any old man on the street. The criminal's face broke out into a crooked grin at his seemingly naive way of asking this. "You ain't gonna last a day on these streets Ken, or your brothers," he sneered, "this city is filled with people who don't give a shit about life. All that matters here is the body count and you boys are lagging behind holding me here. There's a good 1,000 of us out there."
"Well we all have to start somewhere, so unless you want to be the first body on my tally how about you tell me what you know?"
"Eat shit!"
The criminal seemed to be banking on Henry and his brother's seemingly benign nature. Unexpectedly though Henry picked the man up by his shirt and moved him feet dragging over the ground to the side of the grand piano. He forcefully laid the man's head inside, releasing the prop that held the lid of the piano open and threateningly held it over the criminal whose face also hovered inches from the sharp piano cords. "Tell. Me. What. You. Know." He eased the top of the piano closer to the man's head with every syllable. "You don't have the balls kid!" The man grunted. Henry brought the lid back ready to forcefully bring it back down to squish his head. The criminal faltered, "I can tell you where the safe site is!!!"
Henry stopped the heavy lid from closing only centimeters from his head and pulled the criminal out from the piano. The man was paler than a ghost, as were the faces of his two younger brothers. Felix kept his manly composure but gazed at Henry with a questioning look. It wasn't so much the shock of seeing someone come so close to death as it was seeing Henry turn to something so threatening at the turn of a dime. "So tell us.." Henry prompted the criminal, ignoring the petrified faces of his family. Henry himself felt a cold sweat breakout on his forehead as the adrenaline left him.
After divulging the directions to the Safe Site Henry released the criminal and they were on their way. Dallas kept the guitar he had found as a bludgeoning object and they took a few extra instrument cords as make shift weapons like the criminal had. They walked back up the way they came. The criminal had said it was only two blocks and left. "We shoulda killed 'im." Dallas commented, scuffing the bottom of his shoe with a swipe at the ground."we look like a bunch of pansies now. I'm sure the other Heroes are way ahead of us."
âThe criminals have to die, not us right?â
Edwards took the pistol from phantom and ejected the magazine. Into it he put the five rounds making sure they weren't damaged or otherwise ruined from his earlier escapes. One had a bit of blood on it, but rubbed clean easily enough. Loaded he returned the magazine into the pistol, but kept himself from cocking the upper action rearward. He didn't trust the safeties on pistols. During his time in the military he had two pistols discharge with the safety on when he ran to cover and wasn't particularly concerned with making sure they didn't hit against the ground. He was told it was a fault with the handgun, but trust isn't rebuilt so easily after a round in the leg.
Izzy burst into the room as Edwards finished loading the pistol and holstering it at his waist. She was scratched up and angry, but otherwise overreacting. The nurse had warned them of traps, hadn't she? Maybe it had been the berries though. Edwards couldn't remember what she said, his heart thumping against his chest had melded the whole experience of dragging Phantom to safety and being brought in to a fat blur. Given time he could remember, but more important matters had come up.
âYou won't die from tetanus in a few hours, and none of it was more than a scratch.â
Edwards looked over the two ladies. One was the epitome of anger, red in face and ready to kill. The other one was ready and willing to help, though Edwards doubted it would be the right kind. She seemed a bit odd to have so many traps set already, though maybe surviving was her plan.
âAnd where are we going? The armories? Are we taking his broken ass? And what about her? She coming too?â Pointing to the cripple and his caretaker Edwards anticipated a resounding Hell no coming. Izzy didn't seem to care for anyone other than herself from all that Edwards could tell. He hadn't known her for long, but her actions spoke strongly enough of her character, and though he was certain she was a strong ally, her personality and ability to leave others behind meant she was unpredictable. Edwards didn't want himself sacrificed for her personal gain when the entire premise of this event was to kill the criminals. Heroes didn't need to die, or so was Edwards standing theory.
Edwards took the pistol from phantom and ejected the magazine. Into it he put the five rounds making sure they weren't damaged or otherwise ruined from his earlier escapes. One had a bit of blood on it, but rubbed clean easily enough. Loaded he returned the magazine into the pistol, but kept himself from cocking the upper action rearward. He didn't trust the safeties on pistols. During his time in the military he had two pistols discharge with the safety on when he ran to cover and wasn't particularly concerned with making sure they didn't hit against the ground. He was told it was a fault with the handgun, but trust isn't rebuilt so easily after a round in the leg.
Izzy burst into the room as Edwards finished loading the pistol and holstering it at his waist. She was scratched up and angry, but otherwise overreacting. The nurse had warned them of traps, hadn't she? Maybe it had been the berries though. Edwards couldn't remember what she said, his heart thumping against his chest had melded the whole experience of dragging Phantom to safety and being brought in to a fat blur. Given time he could remember, but more important matters had come up.
âYou won't die from tetanus in a few hours, and none of it was more than a scratch.â
Edwards looked over the two ladies. One was the epitome of anger, red in face and ready to kill. The other one was ready and willing to help, though Edwards doubted it would be the right kind. She seemed a bit odd to have so many traps set already, though maybe surviving was her plan.
âAnd where are we going? The armories? Are we taking his broken ass? And what about her? She coming too?â Pointing to the cripple and his caretaker Edwards anticipated a resounding Hell no coming. Izzy didn't seem to care for anyone other than herself from all that Edwards could tell. He hadn't known her for long, but her actions spoke strongly enough of her character, and though he was certain she was a strong ally, her personality and ability to leave others behind meant she was unpredictable. Edwards didn't want himself sacrificed for her personal gain when the entire premise of this event was to kill the criminals. Heroes didn't need to die, or so was Edwards standing theory.
The burly man had been preparing an almighty charge but luckily, this criminal had lowered his makeshift gun and Jared had grunted and loosened up.
Hieronymus.
Hey-ro-nii-mey-us.
Hi-aaron-ee-muzz.
Hie-
Jared frowned.
Whatever.
âCoffee? Wassat gonna do mate? We gonna throw it at them? Or you got enough to drown them in?â he grunted gruffly. What an idiot. He decided that he already didnât like the weirdo because of his carrot-top hair. But, hey, the more the merrier, right? The more the more chance of them getting killed and not you, right?
Jared felt nervous as he led the way out the back and onto the narrow pathways between the buildings and started in the general direction of the offices. He wasnât a stranger to gunshots, but those which could be heard ringing through the city was enough to unsettle anyone.
Hieronymus.
Hey-ro-nii-mey-us.
Hi-aaron-ee-muzz.
Hie-
Jared frowned.
Whatever.
âCoffee? Wassat gonna do mate? We gonna throw it at them? Or you got enough to drown them in?â he grunted gruffly. What an idiot. He decided that he already didnât like the weirdo because of his carrot-top hair. But, hey, the more the merrier, right? The more the more chance of them getting killed and not you, right?
Jared felt nervous as he led the way out the back and onto the narrow pathways between the buildings and started in the general direction of the offices. He wasnât a stranger to gunshots, but those which could be heard ringing through the city was enough to unsettle anyone.
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