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Post by tygor_tora on Dec 15, 2015 18:47:12 GMT -5
"Fucking hell, Damien," Glitch breathed between clenched teeth. She began examining the door, looking to see if it was locked. It seemed simply made, but with no handle, there was no way to open it. There were more of those markings as well, which she was loathe to disturb. She motioned to Damien that she could not hear him, and tried to communicate a question regarding whether he could open the door.
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Post by necropath on Dec 15, 2015 19:48:24 GMT -5
At first there was no reaction from Glitch's former friend. The lifeless mechanical eyes that had replaced the ones she knew stared aimlessly forward. Seconds went by under that blank stare, then..."State your business and present your identification.", came Damien's voice through an intercom system Glitch couldn't see. It was then, after he spoke, that she saw something familiar: his shit-eating grin.
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Post by tygor_tora on Dec 15, 2015 20:11:51 GMT -5
She narrows her eyes suspiciously, holds up her fake card, and replies, "Lab assistants for Mr. Allen. We were told he needed more people on the project."
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Post by necropath on Dec 15, 2015 20:34:33 GMT -5
Damien seemed to check some sort of list in front of him, nodding. "Ok, checks out. Paul, the new ones are here!" he shouted before cutting the intercom. Moments later the door opened to a small, well kept reception room. It seemed like this smaller facility was just the entrance, as there were stairs clearly leading down into the underground. Once inside, Damien closed the door quickly and turned to Glitch with the same shit-eating grin. "Hey Mags."
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Post by tygor_tora on Dec 15, 2015 20:42:10 GMT -5
"You know I hate that," she hisses. Without another word, Glitch looks to Sarah and slightly jerks her head in the direction of the stairs. Sarah nods once and holds her hand behind her back in preparation for their target's arrival.
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Post by necropath on Dec 16, 2015 19:05:46 GMT -5
Long seconds ticked by while Glitch and Sarah waited for the arrival of Paul Allen, their target. No one came up those stairs though. Damien had gone back to leaning on the door, staring down the long stairwell with his new eyes. "Ladies, please. You really think the doc's gonna come up to greet you? He's a busy man!" he chided. As if on queue a sound came from the stairs...a single, pained moan. Someone was down there and they were hurt. Damien seemed unrattled by the sound, used to it. "Why ARE you here anyway, Mags?"
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Post by tygor_tora on Dec 16, 2015 19:12:31 GMT -5
Glitch glanced over her shoulder with a thoroughly annoyed expression, all to familiar to him, "We can catch up later. Then you can explain what in god's name you've done to your face."
Without another word, Glitch led the way down the stairs into what she could only assume was a basement. Sarah followed closely, her eyes alert for any sign of a snag.
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Post by necropath on Dec 16, 2015 20:00:24 GMT -5
As the duo took their first steps down the stairwell, A shot rang out and deafened Glitch. Moments later she felt the hot spray of fresh blood on her face as her partner, Sarah, tumbled down the stairs in a heap. A bullet hole was visible at the back of her head. Thankfully, her face was hidden as she landed face down. No alarms went off in the building. No guards came running to see what the gunfire was about. Damien made no sound...at first. "Sorry Mags. You aren't supposed to be here." came a familiar voice in an alien tone. If she turned she'd see the blank, emotionless face of Damien holding an Ares Predator still smoking from it's recent firing. His arm moved faster than she remembered and suddenly the barrel was leveled right at her.
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Post by tygor_tora on Dec 16, 2015 20:10:48 GMT -5
Quickly, moving on instinct, she reached behind her back for her Dagashi, ducked, and sprinted down the stairs. At the bottom, she turned to the left and slipped behind a lab table - one of those solid things built into the floor. It wouldn't be amazing cover, but it would serve for a few moments at least.
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Post by necropath on Dec 16, 2015 20:53:03 GMT -5
Another shot rang out as Glitch rounded the corner, just barely missing her. As she moved to hide she heard slow steps stomping down the stairwell. Damien was in pursuit. Behind her, down the hall, she heard an unfamiliar voice shouting. "What the hell is going on out there?!"
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Post by tygor_tora on Dec 16, 2015 20:58:09 GMT -5
Mentally cursing their misfortune, Glitch waited for the right moment to catch Damien unawares. The mission was Paul Allen, but Damien was the more pertinent threat at the moment. She was ready, the heavy pistol with its quarter-moon blade beneath the barrel held firmly in her grip. All she needed was one clean shot, it would be efficient and so satisfying, and she could quickly complete her run.
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