When the Walls Fall Down(IC, Closed)

Banayat watched from above on a local neighbor's house.
He could see virtually inside the entire house.
If, the curtains were open.
He quietly spoke into his radio.
"Casually open the curtains of the house, I need some visuals or I'll be of no help.
Check basements and any upstairs rooms, bedrooms, attics, even closets. Over."[i]
He let out a sigh,
He could tell this could get difficult, so he set up his tripod and mounted his rifle.
He was ready to kill. Not happy to, but ready.

Bobbi went to the windows and opened all of the curtains. "Do not shoot to kill, repeat shot to injur not to kill" She muttered into her radio and eyed the young man. "Here's the thing," She said. "You can hand her over and she'll never know whether you did it or not. Were trying to help her, she's dangerous you see." She said smirking as she realized as she was gracefully sliding her fingertips along a gun. "If you don't hand her over I might make it even more dangerous... In fact, I could make shure you never saw daylight again."
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Adrian started to feel sweat on his brow, Brandi never told him that his life would be on the line. "One minute follow me, but you have to put your weapons down, otherwise I won't turn her in" He said thinking of a plan. Bobbi put down her weapons and followed keeping on aleart, Adrian brought Brandi upstairs and Agent Whittaker smiled and grabbed for the cuffs in her back pocket. The next thing that happened was that Bobbi felt the floor coming out from underneath her as Adrians hand pushed her down the stairs and locked the door. He held Brandi, "Its ok," He said, "But we have to get out of here, Come on" He hispered to her and tried sneaking out the back door with brandi.

The sound of shouting and screaming as the man walked in through the door. It was a mixture of two things that set off the panic: The way this man shined a deep black, like his skin was made out of coal, and gun he was holding in his hands. The bank wasn't big, a small branch on the north side of town. However it did have a armed guard, who took a mere five seconds to pull out his own gun and fire two shots.

twang! twang!

Adam fought the urge to flinch when the bullets bounced off his shoulder. Slowly he lifted his own gun towards the guard who had gone pale and was staring shocked. It wasn't an actual gun, he wouldn't know where to start in obtaining one without a license, but even though the most damage it could do was fire plastic balls, it was an accurate replica, from this distance it looked real.

"Get down on the floor." His voice felt hoarse while he said this, and everyone just stared at him, stock still. Adam slowly cleared his throat and took a small breath. 'You need to do this, no one should get hurt...

"Everybody get down on the floor now!" The shouting rang through the bank, more forceful, and people now listened, dropping down. "You! Drop the gun on the floor and kick it over! Slowly!". The guard had been with the bank for years, but no loyalty or money in the world, especially the amount he was being payed, was enough to die for. He slowly slid the gun over, before getting down on the floor himself. Adam picked it up, the weapon feeling surprisingly heavy, before marching over to the cashier. He had five minutes before the police arrived, and he wasn't 100% sure how much firepower his armor could sustain.

The poor woman on the other side of the glass looked terrified. "Now what I want is very simple." He slowly slid a piece of paper under the glass. "There are two numbers there, an amount and a bank account number. I'm sure you can figure out the rest. I don't care where it comes from." The woman seemed frozen in place with fear, with the time ticking down, Adam raised the real gun and fired once into the ceiling, causing more screaming."Start doing it or I start shooting people! I know you can!" He paused for a moment, his own heart thumping under the unnatually hard skin. 'Could I actually do it, hurt someone innocent?' Probably not. "Please, or they'll hurt me more."

The police arrived two minutes after he left, the deed done. Less then 20 minutes later the bank account the money had been transferred to was locked down, the American owner quickly brought in for questioning. A Gareth Orwald, the official owner of a rather scrupulous bank account used for closed door deals. A CEO who had happened to think the wrong thoughts when he visited the laboratories.

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Adam put down the phone. His third target had been a scientist, Robert darkson. Although most of the people who worked on and around him had their own vices, ways to deal with what they were doing, most didn't go as far as class A drugs. A quick phone call from a worried friend called 'Adam', and police was dispatched. Vague enough for the police not to track him down, accurate enough for the ones responsible to know who was coming for them.

He slowly revved the car. It had belonged to someone who had come close to him. He didn't even know his name, just that his wife liked to play bridge at a local church, and she had a tendency to leave the keys in the car. He would dump it soon enough, in another target's driveway, before making another call to the police from a passerby called Adam.

That was a genius about this. The company wouldn't cover this kind of person crime up, it wasn't in their self centered goals to clean up after private mistakes. However, someone at the police force would eventually click on and link all these 'Adam's' and the crime wave together, and find the connection of the same company. Throw in a few 'weird experiment sightings' connected to Adam, and you had the start of something. By the time they realized they needed to cover this up, it would be too late.

"Copy that Tango, clear on that. No kill shots."
Banayat let out a depressive sigh, watching them walk, his sights on the boy at all time.
He saw them walk away for a moment, out of his view, as the curtains weren't opened in the area they were at, and then saw him and the experiment walk out the back door.
He held his breathe, and took 3 rapid shots, one in each of the boys legs, and the other at the girls' left leg.
He saw the first two shots go clean through the boy's kneecap on the left leg, and through the thigh muscle on his right. Dead shots, but he couldn't determine were, or even if, he hit the girl.
All he could think of was retrieval, then finding out if Tango was alright.

Adrian collapsed to the ground and glared over it the area that the shots came from. "Damn It!" He cursed and tried standing up but couldn't. He urged Brandi to go on without him. "Go, I'll be fine" He promised and grimaced at the pain in his legs. She nodded and ran away, scared for what might happen. If she wern't blind she might have gotten away faster. She knew she had to go back but she couldn't she had to keep running, just keep going untill she couldn't go. This was her fault.

================================================================================================================ Bobbi was at the end of the stairs, and spoke into the radio. "Tis is Tango, Im fine, got locked in the basement. Over" She said and pounded on the door.

Banayat cursed at himself for missing the girl.
When he heard the radio he had a little bit of relief, this made his mission a lot easier.
"Copy that Tango, the boy is disabled, cannot walk. Will continue pursuing the experiment send out a call if things get hot and you need assistance. Over and out.
He quickly set up his equipment and stashed it in a box, and set the timer on it.
It would cause a little commotion, but it would be like he was never there.
He hopped from the rooftop and took off after the girl.
She was scared, it shouldn't be to hard to catch up to her.
Right..?

Epsilon was a little late, he was involved in a car crash on the way to New York. Fortunately, his car was still intact and he managed to drag the wreck to New York. His comlink was starting to crackle as it picked up the messages from the other Retrievers...

"Boy disabled...KSHH...cannot walk...KSHH"

He pressed the log button and listened intently to the conversations around him...Banayet and Tango seem to be after some targets...

"Tango, Bayonet, could you two brief me on what's going on? Sorry for being late, a drunk idiot crashed into my car. Scratched up my face, too."

Silver identified the experiment running toward her as a boy named Jeffery, she had run through his files as one of the experiments known to be operating in the area - it was only due to a backlog of missions and lack of available retrievers that he hadn't been brought in sooner - he hadn't exactly been discrete about how he went about it, after all. He could change the chemical composition of anything he came into contact with, a nasty ability but not the nastiest Silver had faced. In a single swift move, she sidestepped him just enough so that he would miss her by a couple of feet, and leveled her assault rifle at him, pulling the trigger.

The four bullets that she fired were aimed for his legs, and unlikely to miss at such short range, but as she didn't know whether she had authorisation to kill, she didn't go in for a killing blow. Even as the final bullet left her weapon, however, she was turning again to point the rifle at the ammo creator, deeming him too dangerous for possible capture, the bullets she fired at him were aimed directly for his head. Retrievers always had authorisation to kill if their lives were in danger, and it was safe to say that in this situation there were definitely retriever lives in danger.

Her eyes flickered next on to Jaz Conner, who was similarly watching her. From what she could gather, this girl was fighting alongside them, having protected Bingo from that knife, so she simply gave the girl a sinister smile before she returned her focus to the two targets she had fired at, ready to spring aside at a moments noticed from either party, hoping that Iron could have her back when it came to the two other hostile experiments.

Silver allowed herself a broad grin as she awaited her enemies' actions, as the adrenaline of the combat filled her body. This was the best, job, ever.

Fwap fwap fwap That was the noise that her feet made as her shoes hit the pavement below her. The retriever wasn't far... and he was armed. Brandi slipped the pistol she was packing out from under her coat. She was going to need it. Brandi could feel the vibrations of the retriever coming from behind her. He wasn't close enough, not yet. For now she had to keep running. Fwap fwap fwap Her feet hit the pavement again making a sharp rythymatic noise as she went. The roar of cars zoomed past her, telling her that she was closer into the inner city. The passing cars made a swooshing sound. Swoosh went another car. Brandi felt her hair tickle her sweaty forehead. She hadn’t sweat this much since she left the desert. But those days in hiding were gone, it was time to take a stand. She knew there were experiments in New York. Why doesn’t she try to sneak there? Adrian was done, dead, over. Now all she could do was run. Fwap... fwap... stop She waved for a taxi as one pulled her over. She stepped inside, hoping she wouldn't be such a sight as being a distraction. "Where to miss?" A man with a slight French accent asked. "The closest airport, and please hurry" She said, panting in between her words, making it seem as if she either had a bad case of asthma or a strange case of nerves. The taxi driver slowly released he break and there they were, descending to her doom, a life that would lead her nowhere, nowhere but pain, nowhere but heartache. Everything she had ever tried to do, could be shattered and destroyed by one little slip or screw up. This was her life from now on.