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Post by Jamie on Feb 23, 2008 22:48:39 GMT -5
The sleek black sedan flew down the streets with the grace and agility of a ballet dancer, as the driver brought it around a corner, approaching the entrance to the construction yard and coming to a halt, all the lights going out as the engine died. The driver side door opened up and from the confines of the car, came the form of Raikov.
He adjusted the black, leather gloves on his hands as he looked around the area they were to patrol that night. His keen eyes didn't miss a detail as he stepped to the front of the car, reaching down and repositioning the katana hanging on his waist,then looking back at the car and waiting.
The mission tonight was an easy enough one, patrol an area already deemed 'secure' and make sure it stayed that way. Everything was just a little too quiet, a little too easy. Once Marek got out of the car, they could begin the mission. ATIC always worked in at least pairs, though sometimes more for the bigger missions.
Raikov reached behind him and unholstered the sleek 9mm beretta he had on his person. He knew that to start off, a gun would be best, because if any terrorists had set up an ambush, a fire fight was how it'd start.
''Are you coming, Marek?".
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Post by Baka on Feb 23, 2008 23:05:48 GMT -5
They had no choice but to stop here. Sector 8 was nearing completion; it hadn’t been completed yet. The roads that actually led deep into the innards of the plate were still covered with crates and planks of wood; plenty of places to hide if you were getting shot at, or shooting at someone. Contstruction signs and unraised poles littlered Sector 8.
I don't envy the man who has to clean this up
The 9mm baretta was standard issue to all Turks. It was small enough to conceal with relative ease, yet powerful enough to stop most foes. Mouth opening wide in a yawn, Marek's eyes watered and the broad shouldered Turk stepped out of the Sedan just as Raikov was making his comment.
Black fingerless gloves covered his hands hands, letting the smooth grooves of his fingertips run along the sleek black silk of his tie. Checking his PHS, Marek turned the ringer off, setting the vibrate function on instead; getting found out because of a ringing PHS happened more than people wanted to believe.
Scratching at his lower jaw with the back of his hand, Marek removed the 9mm from its holster at his hip and held it down at his side, keeping his finger near the trigger. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 23, 2008 23:12:51 GMT -5
He grinned and nodded as he turned toward the entrance, walking with smooth, confident steps as he entered the site, eyes open for any sign of movement in the shadow.
"I hear you friend, sleep would be nice. But it's not a necessity, we'll catch it at some point.".
Raikov's voice was always calm and serene, keeping one's composure on the field of battle was essential. Those with the calm mind were the ones who figured out solutions. Deft fingers undid the safety mechanism on his handgun, as he continued his patrol.
Then movement caught his eye, and he stopped dead, moving his eyes to the spot and focusing a little closer. Slowly a smirk made its'self visible to anyone in visual distance of the man, and he then looked over to Marek.
"I belive we already have visitors.".
Moving over to the spot, he looked down to see a group of kittens all nestled up, the mother protectively sitting over them as Raikov approached. He decided to leave them be though, shrugging slightly as he turned back around, just in time to have a bullet whiz by his ear.
"Well well, I was right.".
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Post by Baka on Feb 23, 2008 23:32:41 GMT -5
The safety mechanism on Marek’s gun hadn’t been on in the first place, some liked to think of that as being unprofessional; Marek liked to think of it as being prepared. Moving a step behind Raikov, Marek peered down at the area of kittens chuckling softly to himself.
“He he, ya think Gelt got us a little on edge?” He asked with a small smile. The bullet that had whizzed by Raikov’s ear missed Marek’s face by a millimeter, causing the hair on the side of his face to twitch as an after effect.
“Yup…and I hate it when you’re right.”
Moving behind one of the crates for cover, Marek chuckled softly to himself as he glanced at the kittens.
“Maybe if we took them hostage, the morons would stop shooting.” Another bullet flew over his head and slammed into the wall embedding itself in the stone.
As quickly as Raikov had switched the safety mechanism off on his gun, Marek’s face turned sober. “You got an eye on them yet?” He asked Raikov, not willing to leave his cover just yet. The time for goofing off was over, it was time to work.
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Post by Jamie on Feb 23, 2008 23:39:06 GMT -5
He sighed and nodded, jumping swiftly behind his own little barricade and pressed against it. He hadn't been able to get a spot on any of them yet, it seemed only one man was shooting, a sniper.
"No, chances are good it's a sniper with a silencer and that reduces his muzzle flash as well. Hold tight, I've got a plan.". Within the confines of his dark suit, he reached in and pulled out a pineapple shaped device, palming it.
"CLose your eyes, cover your ears, and hold on to your ass, this will buy us some time.".
He primed the flashbang and rolled it along the ground, and he covered his ears and closed his eyes tight. He could still see the flash of the grenade through his eyelids, and knew then he'd be able to move out.
"Move.".
With that, he stepped out from behind the wall and dashed forward. No shots rang out yet, and Raikov quickly ducked into a building.
"Split up and eliminate.".
All of his commands were short barks as he moved deeper into the building, he saw one of the men on the ground, finally gaining his sight back from the onslaught of light and sound, but Raikov put a bullet through his skull before he even knew he was there.
"Looks like the game's begun, hope they brought plenty of people.'.
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Post by Baka on Feb 23, 2008 23:59:02 GMT -5
At Raikov’s warning, Marek holstered his weapon and placed both thumbs in his ears while covering his eyes with his hands; a silly looking position, he was sure, but one that would leave him unfazed after the flashbang. The world erupted in sound and Marek heard the lowest of mumbles ordering to move out. Quickly drawing his pistol, Marek leapt over the crate and sprinted across the area veering left as Raikov entered the building. Splitting up would serve them well here.
Their sniper was on the roof, of that Marek was certain. The last bullet that had flown over his head had come at a downward angle. If the sniper had taken his time on the second shot, Marek’s brains would have probably ended up decorating the wall. The building wasn’t ridiculously high, but it was high enough to make Marek’s trip to the top interesting. Slipping the 9mm back in its holster, Marek began to scale the scaffolding that would take him to the top.
Leap, grab, pull, leap, grab, pull, Marek scaled the scaffolding far quicker than he’d thought possible and drew his pistol in time to see the slender frame of a young man wriggling around trying to recover from the flashbang. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Poor little bastard must have looked directly at the flash.
Briskly walking over to the boy’s position, Marek reached down and grabbed the boy by the back of his collar with his free arm. Lifting him into the air with relative ease, Marek hurled him off the edge and towards the streets below, there was no point in wasting bullets.
Once again putting his 9mm away, Marek kneeled down and used the scope on the sniper rifle to try and get a better look down the road.
What he saw surprised him.
“I’ll be d**ned…this is gonna get interesting.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 0:07:18 GMT -5
Raikov moved between the rooms of the building swiftly, like a wraith in his element. He quickly holstered the pistol and removed the katana from the confines of the wooden scabbard, revealing it's black full tang hilt and sleek, razor sharp silver blade. The shuffling of feet could be heard in the next room, they heard the shot and were going to come investigate.
Just as they came close to the doorway, Raikov rounded the corner with his katana slashing at an upward angle, catching number one across the stomach and causing his innards to begin spilling out. Without so much as a second glance at the dead body falling at his feet, Raikov moved forward and caught the other guard with a knee to the groin, as he doubled over the blade of the katana severed his head from his neck and sent it across the floor.
They were all young, it was a shame they were on the wrong side. Raikov adjusted his glasses and then moved to remove his PHS, dialing Marek's number into it and pulling it up to his ear. He propped the phone between his ear and shoulder, then removed a pack of cigarettes from his front pocket, taking one out and lighting it.
When Marek answered, he'd be asked to report in on his status with the sniper.
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 0:26:24 GMT -5
Removing the firing pin from the sniper rifle, Marek dropped the gun and slid the long pin into his jacket pocket. A faint buzzing brought his attention to the PHS resting in his lapel pocket and Marek slid his thick fingers in and removed it with some difficulty. Flipping the device open, Marek cleared his throat.
“Sniper’s been eliminated…but we’ve got a heck of a surprise waiting for us down the road.” Marek said squinting at the large figure off in the distance. “I’ll be down in a moment, E T A 90 seconds.” Shutting the phone, Marek slipped it back in his pocket.
Making his way back towards the scaffolding, Marek made his way down with relative ease and hurried to the doorway of the building, waiting on Raikov.
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 0:33:46 GMT -5
He grunted as Marek mentioned a surprise, not liking the sound of it at all. He moved th rough the dark building swiftly, stopping as he ran upon another of the terrorists, one that had been disabled by the flash bang but was now up and ready to shoot, and already had his gun trained on Raikov's chest.
He never flinched as he stared the man down, holding his katana in his hand. He was right outside the door Marek was waiting at, he could see the man's shoulders through the window every so often.
"Don't move..or I shoot, all you have is a sword, you've got no chance.".
Raikov's pupils once again trained on the gunman as he spoke, a brow perking as he idly ashed the cigarette in his hand. He was not about to get into some match of wits with this fool, but the man did have a gun. Then a plan of action formed in the confines of Raikov's mind, and he nodded some.
Within a fraction of a second, he flicked the cigarette upward, watching it connect with the man's left eyeball, causing him to drop the gun and scream in pain. Then Raikov stepped forward and kicked the man square in the chest, right through the open window and outside where Marek was waiting.
Then Raikov stepped through the door, moving to his victim and stepping on his hand, mashing it with the toe of his shoe as he looked at Marek and asked.
"What's the situation?".
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 0:45:17 GMT -5
A window shattered sending glass in all directions and a body flew through it. Landing at Marek’s feet. The broad shouldered Turk leaned against the doorway and removed his 9mm from the holster at his hip, keeping it trained on the man as if he weren’t a threat at all.
”What’s the situation? Raikov asked stepping through the doorway.
Running his tongue along the inside of his cheek, Marek motioned down the road with a toss of his head.
“You won’t f ucking believe it.” He said with a doubting look on his face. “They’ve got a robo-guard. ShinRa technology if I’m not mistaken, which makes one wonder…”
Looking down at the terrorist, Marek pressed the heel of his shoe against the young man’s throat. “…where would a piece of s hit organization like these punks get a ShinRa robo guard?”
Pressing down, Marek applied pressure on the other’s trachea keeping him from getting air. “That just perplexes to no end, Raikov.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 0:52:44 GMT -5
Raikov's brows shot up in a perplexed look as he stepped away from Marek and the terrorist. It was pretty interested that they had one, and perhaps finding out would expose a potential leak in the company, something that was always a perk.
He removed his glasses and cleaned them with a kerchief he kept in the same pocket as his cigarettes, readjusting them on his face afterward and grinning.
"I must confess, it baffles me as well, friend. Perhaps our comprade there has some intel, why don't you find out?".
He grinned as he said this, knowing that if anyone could get info out of someone, it'd be Marek. He was a trusted asset to the team, and a very capable man by himself. But it seemed that when they worked together, which was often, it was Raikov who took charge, simply out of nature, rather then anything like thinking Marek couldn't handle it.
"Too bad, they don't realize it won't help them.".
His eyes darted around the site till he found exactly what he was looking for, an atv used to deliver materials from one point to anoher quickly and efficiently. He walked over to it, unloading the lumber in it's basket and grinning.
"And when you're done, I have another plan, do you have any explosives in the car?".
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 1:16:15 GMT -5
“Backseat passenger side.” Marek answered letting his foot up from the young man’s throat. The boy gasped for air, sputtering curses and obscenities at Marek and Raikov.
Sending a kick into the boy’s ribs, Marek looked down at him, his face as cold and emotionless as ever. He wasn’t enjoying this it was just part of the job. Marek had always known how to hurt people and where It hurt the most, it wasn’t something he was proud of.
Marek knelt down beside the boy, who rubbed his ribs in a vain attempt to make the pain go away. Keeping his gun on him with his right hand, Marek reached out and pulled the boy’s right hand away from his ribs with a soft, yet commanding grip. His finger were, at the same time, a vice and nonexistent. His touch was light and gentle, but the grip was inescapable.
Running his thumb along the boy’s palm, Marek fixed the boy with an even look, his thumb tracing little sideways eights across the hand. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know…” he said in a calm nonthreatening voice. “…because I’m going to hurt you, bad.” He stated this as a matter of fact, not as a means of intimidation. “And then, after you’ve told me all I want to hear…I’m going to hurt you even worse…just to make sure.”
His fingertips held the boy’s hand in place, and his gun kept him from striking out with his other hand. Moving his vice-like grip further up on the hand, Marek pressed his thumb against the boy’s pinky. Holding his index finger up, he used his thumb to snap the bone over it.
The boy writhed and screamed and Marek simply nodded his head. “You see?” Wriggling his own fingers, Marek moved his thumb to the boy’s ring finger.
~*~
Fifteen minutes, 4 broken fingers, and two bullet infested knee caps later Marek had all the information the boy had regarding the robo-guard. It wasn’t of much use though, the boy wasn’t anyone of importance and thus only knew that it was ShinRa and that they had gotten it from an old warehouse near Kalm.
Staring down into the boy’s tear streaked face, Marek blinked once before putting a bullet between his eyes. Wiping his hands clean on the boy’s shirt, Marek stood up and slipped the pistol into the holster.
“Shall we?” he asked motioning towards the road with his hand, as if suggesting an afternoon stroll. He was fairly cure he knew what Raikov’s plan was.
“Yes, this will be most definitely interesting.”
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 10:56:49 GMT -5
He walked to the car as Marek began his work, getting any information he could from the boy. He opened the door and pulled out a block of the explosive material, handling it delicately as he placed it in the basket of the atv, turning to Marek as he put the bullet between the boy's eyes.
"Alright, Marek. Set these charges to go off at the press of a remote, we're going to take out as many of them as we can at once, and maybe even some of that robot's munitions and artillery.".
With that, Raikov moved and keyed the ignition, the engine rumbling to life as t he vehicle sat in park. Once Marek finished setting up the demolition charges, Raikov would disengage the parking brake and send the atv rolling down the hill, right at the group of terrorists and the robot.
With that part of the plan, complete, the two would stalk silently down the hill, guns at the ready, taking out any who rushed up the hill to see what caused the commotion. Raikov came behind one and quickly snapped his neck, dropping him to the ground and moving on.
He was no ordinary man, he'd never existed according to public record. A wraith, a black angel swooping down upon those who would wrong his superiors, to make them pay with righteous anger. They'd probably swear they were being swooped down on by a group of twenty men, when it was truly only two, efficient killing machines.
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Post by Baka on Feb 24, 2008 11:42:25 GMT -5
After setting the charges in place on the four wheeler, Marek set about moving a few crates aside. It would take a few more minutes but it would make the job that much easier.
Looking down the steep road that led to the ambush, Marek winced hoping the ATV wouldn’t be hindered by any of the small obstacles. In theory the vehicle should have been able to plow over anything, but then again a normal ATV didn’t usually have explosives strapped to it.
Taking off after Raikov, Marek rammed a new ammunition clip into the 9mm. That was the only sound they would hear besides the quick ‘pit-pat’ of feet on concrete. Marek crossed a two lone figures surprised to find a man of his stature moving with suck speed; he dropped them without breaking his stride.
13 shots left
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Post by Jamie on Feb 24, 2008 12:24:52 GMT -5
Out of a 15 bullet clip, Raikov had used one to eliminate someone else, so he still had 14. Marek was a little more sparing with his bullets, but that was alright, they would complete the objective anyway. The atv rolled down hill, hitting one of the robo guards legs. Raikov looked over at Marek and nodded.
"Hit it.".
Before Marek even could hit the button, Raikov darted across the path, moving swiftly and not so silently anymore as he raised his gun, catching one of the terrorists in the back of the head with a shell, laying him out face first. Two more heard the commotion and turned around with shotguns, letting shells fly in Raikov's general direction, even as he ducked, rolled, and weaved to avoid being hit.
He hit a patchy, overgrown area of grass and took refuge for a moment, popping out for a moment and removing a kneecap from one of the gunners, before another bullet caught the other right where his heart lay, instantly killing him. He then moved forward and stood over the one still alive, th riving in agony as his leg bled profusely.
Without even a second thought, a bullet was placed between his eyes, and he lay there motionless, as Raikov reached down and removed the shotgun from his grip. He checked to see how many rounds were in it, then pilfered some from the other man's gun and made sure he was fully loaded. Then he cocked the slide action lever of the shotgun and grinned. Now the fun began.
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