Mission 1.2, The Warehouse

[Jamie]

The black sedan came to a halt on loose gravel, on a cliff that overlooked one of ShinRa's older robotic warehouses. The driver's side door opened, and a perfectly polished leather shoe emerged, followed by it's twin as Raikov stood away from the car, shutting it's door only after retrieving the shotgun and katana from the backseat.

Everything was mighty quiet, something Raikov didn't like, but then again, his occupation was full of nice little surprises. He looked over the car at the passenger side as he waited for Eko to get out, adjusting his suit and tie so that they were neat and tidy. One always had to look professional on the job.

"These guys weren't exactly well trained, but they have numbers and even some of our own technology on their side, stay alert. We need a closer look, why don't you see about getting in without being noticed and then come back and tell me what you think our best course of action will be.".

[eko]

One of the backside passenger doors opened as well, allowing admitance of a polished leather shoe to emerge as Eko started to get out behind Raikov. As his figure exited the vehicle, he reached in, his hand emergin from the door withhis beloved Kusarigama in tow. Putting the weapon away in a concealed place on his person, he brushed a lock of his violet hair out of his eyes. A small grin was played on his features as he finished getting ready.

Adjusting his suit to his own definition of perfection, In reality, his suit jacket is open wide in a casual style and he wears a loose tie. With a sideways glance towards Raikov, his grin spread as he spoke "Can do Raikov, This facility looks simple enough to get into" a quiet tone to his voice, a side-effect of years of spy work before he joined the Turks.

His gaze returning to the warehouse below, he took a few steps forward, the polished toes of one of his shoes was peaking over the edge. "I'll radio if I see or hear anything" he called back before seemingly disapearing over the edge, moving silently and un-noticed as a phantom moving amongst the aphotic shadows.

[Jamie]

He watched as Eko dissapeared to do his own recon, sighing softly and watching till the man vanished completly from sight. He was definitely efficient, a trait required to be successful in ATIC. He cracked as his neck as he looked down, checking his watch to see how long had passed, when a shuffle caught his attention.

He diverted his eyes to the source, seeing a pair of men armed with assault rifles and body armor reveal themselves from the bushes, even as others surrounded him, a full circle around him and the car. So they'd actually managed an ambush against him? Impressive, they were clearly better trained then their comrades.

"Well...I guess this answers the question of whether we'd been spotted or not.".

He had a shotgun with a pack of fifty shells strapped to him, the nine mil beretta on his hip, and his katana attached at his waist. The ambushers had assault rifles, pistols, poles, daggers, and one even had a grenade launcher mounted to the bottom of his rifle.

"Give it up, you're outgunned, out numbered, and outclassed.".

Well, at least he knew who the leader of the little group was, that made things a bit easier.

"I'm going to unstrap my weaponry and lay it on the ground, don't shoot me, because if you do that...more men then you realize will be on you in seconds.".

It was a bluff sure, but bluffing was another necessary skill in a situation like this. With that, he removed his katana and laid it on the ground, doing the same with the shotgun and then the beretta. In seconds his weapons were on the ground beside him, and one of the grunts with a 4 foot long, steel rod approached him to pat him down and search for additional weaponry. His move had to be made quickly or he'd be dead in seconds. The man started at Rakiov's ankles, patting upward slowly and unsure, and as he began to stand, his nose was crushed by Raikov's elbow, who quickly removed the rod from his grip and threw it end over end at the leader, catching him full in the face.

With the leader unable to shout commands, he had seconds to get into the middle of them to prevent being the only target. With a swiftness he reached down and picked up the shotgun and katana and replaced the sword in it's scabbard as he ran into a group of the terrorist. He made it just in time, all the firing began.

A few of the men went down from bullets fired by their comrades, even as Raikov took them out in ones and twos with well placed shotgun blasts, though he didn't have time to reload the shotgun and tossed it to the side for now.

The man with the grenade launcher had loaded his weapon and was ready to fire, but didn't want to take out comrades in the process, so he bated his time. Raikov meanwhile unsheathed the katana and with quick and fluid movements, he began his lethal dance. With a spin he brought the katana up diagionally, slashing one's entire torso wide open, then with the down strike, he severed another's arm from his body.

This was getting more dangerous then Raikov would've liked, he was still vastly outnumbered, and they were getting smarted. The other side had quit firing, or were taking more measured shots and getting closer to hitting him, he couldn't stand still a moment. He managed to to remove a gun from it's owners possession, squeezing the trigger and allowing the automatic to spit bullets in all directions.

Then he was caught with a bullet to his shoulder, grunting as it hit. His body armor under the suit had stopped it for the most part, but it stung like a son of a b*tch. Eventually, after twenty minutes of juking, leaping, rolling, spinning, stabbing, shooting, and bone breaking, all that was left was him and a pair of men, one of them with the grenade launcher.

He fired, aiming right for Raikov, even as he began loading another round in the launcher. Raikov dodged the first, but with the second following so closely, he couldn't get that lucky twice. So as the second one lazily moved for him, he extended his foot forward and caught the grenade with it, launching back at them and shooting the last of his bullets to meet the grenade, causing it to explode and killing the two men with it's explosion.

The car was dinged up, dented, and had even caught a bullet or two, and Raikov had a few wounds from the battle as well, but overall..they suffered worse for the wear then he did.

[Jamie]

He sighed as he waited for a report from Eko, rotating his now sore arm as the other reached into the confines of his suit coat. He withdrew a PHS unit and flipped it open, hitting the number 4 speed dial and holding it to his ear.

"Alright, make your way in, we're almost ready.".

[eko]

Eko's gaze turned over his shoulder as he reached the base of the hill due to the gunfire he heard ringing over the air. He grinned as he started walking, knowing Raikov could handle it, and if not he could radio one of the other opretives, maybe Marek or Anax. He stopped at the main entrance, thoughts moving in his mind as he figured some things. If Raikov was ambushed.....then maybe there was a trap behind this door. He grinned figuring this out and deciding to find another entrance.

Crouching low to the ground he moved silently around to the other end of the complex, finding a simple door, an unlit light bulb mounted above it, un-used because of the time of day. 'Perfect... he thought as he reached into a pocket on his pants, his hand returning with a simple machine used for cracking doors. Though it was anything but simple, it had the technology to crack even the hardest of security locks. As he plugged it in he yawned, letting the machine do its work, every now and then moving to type in his own security code.

After a few moments the electronic pad beside the door beeped, signaling that the deed was done. With a smirk, he moved to open the door, turning the handle with ease and swinging it open silently. He froze, for on the other side were two armed guards, one with a bewildered look on his face, the other with his back to Eko. Both were armed with pistols. It took a few seconds for the one who saw him to register what was happening, enough time for Eko to arm himself, pulling his baby out of its place and moving swiftly, swinging the weight around just as the man brought up his pistol.

The razor edged protrusions catching the man's head, sending him crumpling almost instantly as the weight was pulled free of his skull. Fluid movements flowed into each other as Eko cought the chain, simultainiously throwing the scythe end towards the other man, aiming slightly to the right of his head. The blade moved as planned, missing the mans head by inches. The man tensed, but was to late, with a quick jerk on the chain, the scythe jerked downward, imbedding itself into the man's heart.

With a sigh, Eko moved towards the man as he slumped to the ground, bending down to pull the weapon out of his chest. A quick glance around and Eko was assured he was alone now, alone with the two dead men. His attention returned to the fallen men their pistols registering in his mind. 'Those can come in handy...' he decided, bending down to prey each out of their dead, cold hands.

Now his attention turned to his suroundings, his mind registering a hallway leading off to the right, fairly well lit. A room he figured was a comm room lay in front of him and another hallway lead to the left, turnign abrubtly a few meters down. As his grin returned he reached into his jacket, pulling out a simple comm radio to inform Raikov the he was in and was going to travel deeper into the complex. And with the message sent, he headed down the left hallway.

[Anaxagoras]

Anax gazed through his helmet's visor as his PHS rang. He brought it up in front of his face and hit the accept button. Raikov's voice told him to make his way in and Anax responded with a simple "Affirmative". While replacing his PHS to his pocket he turned the ignition switch on his favorite vehicle.

Silent and deadly. That's the way he liked it and that's what his bike was all about. With a super quiet engine Anax could cover ground quickly without alerting the enemy. Also the bikes handles were designed to fold forward a bit to allow him to use his blades, which protruded four feet out his elbow from the mount on his fore-arm.

Anax wasn't far behind so it wasn't long before his bike and himself were rolling up next too Eko and Raikov's black sedan. He stopped his bike and pulled off his helmet, his long silver hair flowed down around him as his straddled the bike. Anax leans off the bike a walks over to where Raikov is standing leaving his helmet on his bike.

He walks past a few bodies without interest and stands there facing Raikov. "So...having fun yet?" he says displaying his amused reaction to the look of the area with a smile.

[Jamie]

He watched as Anax made his entrance with his bike, completely silent. He allowed the man to disembark and remove his helmet before a grin twisted upon his lips, nodding some.

"Yeah, they're a little more prepared then the last group was, makes it indeed a little more interesting. Eko just radioed to confirm he's inside and going deeper, that means there is an open entrance. Let's find it and follow.".

Without waiting for confirmation, Raikov replaced the shotgun over his shoulder and resheathed his sword. He began his descent down the hill and across to the factory, walking around the perimeter slowly. By now guards were patrolling the outside as well, and Raikov managed to sneak up on one, snapping his neck and discarding the lifeless body.

As he came upon the door already opened by Eko, he readjusted the black leather gloves and then reached down for the door handle, throwing it open and walking in. He looked at the two lifeless bodies, seeing indeed Eko was already at work, before looking around to see if he'd left any clue as to his direction.

But the Comm Room caught his attention, he grinned and waited for Anax to show up, if you had back up you may as well stick together.

[eko]

As he stalked down the hallway, a good 20 meters down it, he began to hear voices. He slowed to a stop as he reached another turn in the hallway. Pushing his back up against the stone wall and bringing out one of the pistols, he cautiously poked his head around the corner, instantly spotting the owners of the voices. With a grin he pressed himself back, a hand moving into the confines of his jacket once more, this time returning with a small listening device.

With the bud in his ear he slowly fed the conspicuis wire around the corner. As he stopped feeding the wire, a hand moving up to his ear, his left index finger pressing the activation button on the side of the small ear bud. Instantly voices flooded over him as he began his spy work.

The voices sounded clumsy and strained, hinting at the inexperience and and the lack of sleep the two men had. "You heard about the two from sector 8 right? Well these men are of the same orginazation." came a frightfull toned voice. "Yeah and so what if these men are profecient killers....what we got planed for them will-" he was cut short as the sound of the door banging open down the hall ringed through the air. 'D*mnit Raikov....Can't you be a bit more discrete?' asked himself, already pulling out his blade and stowing the gun away.

The two men, one behind the other began to run towards his hiding place as he stood, weapon in hand. With looking, he swung the weight around the corner, felt it connect and instantly jerked it back, catching it as it swung towards his awaiting palm, the weight covered in crimson blood. He heard an audiable thud and the halting of the second pair of footsteps, causing a sly grin to spread his features. Without aiming, he swung the weight again, aimed about his knee-kap height and felt it connect, though not losing momentum as it shattered the bone of it's victim.

And with that he turned the corner, peering down at the gore, the man obviously the first victim had a rather large hole where his eye used to be, his brains protruding slightly. The other man was not offered the luxury of death, instead his lower leg was bent sideways and he was out cold, possibly from the sudden fright and the pain. "D*mn, My aim was a bit off..." he scolded himself as he bent down to cheak the vitals.

The man, or rather the kid for he couldn't have been any older then 17, was still alive, breathing feebly as Eko dragged him around the corner before returning for his dead comrad. As he propped the boy against the wall he pulled out his Phs and hit the 3, calling Raikov. As soon as the man would pick up, Eko would talk calmly into the receiver "I'm down the left hallway, possible interregation victim here....One man dead....Before his termination I heard him speak of a big surprise supposedly held for us..." He relayed before flipping it closed and stood to wait, pulling one of the pistols back out to keep watch over the boy.

[Anaxagoras]

Anax gave a nod to Raikov's response and watched as Raikov gathered himself and dispatched a clueless guard. Anax followed behind him but opted to try to stay far enough back so that they could both give assistance to each other without worrying about them both being caught in an attack. He walked the distance between him and the door way and stopped just inside the door. Anax stepped inside a shadow that was next to the doorway and made his presence known to raikov by waving his hand, although his was certain Raikov was aware of him.

"I'm with you," Anax said from the shadows, offering Raikov the lead.

[Jamie]

He reached into his coat to withdraw the PHS unit, sighing some as he closed it. The news didn't thrill, or suprise him, and he turned to look at Anax.

"Eko is in the left most corridor, go help him with whatever he needs. I'm going to do a little sabotage work.".

He grinned as he slipped into the communicatons room, looking around at all the patch panels, as well as the transformer that fed the electrical panel. He began unplugging the wires and prying the ends off with his pocket knife, making them useless till a technician came in to replace all the RJ-45 connectors.

His bag of tools was in the trunk of the Sedan, he'd definitely need those in order to do his work. Silently he moved out, getting back to the Sedan and reaching in to grab a nondescript black bag, once again returning to the Comm Room and opening it.

Within moments, the panel and transformer were disabled, and communications along with them. He grinned as he replaced all of his tools into the bag and moved outward again to replace them in the car. He then pulled out his PHS.

"Communication's disabled, but since they have a surprise for us, let's give them one too, eh?".

[eko]

As he waited for one of the others to show up, the boy began waking up. Out of instinct he reached for the now absent automated rifle that lay on the ground by Eko's feet. He grinned and crouched down, the pistol shoved into the boys forhead. "Well what do we have here?" he asked reaching out a palm to touch the boy's face. The boy withdrew as if struck. "Aww come on now son, Don't be like that I just saved your life. It would be a shame to be the one to kill you" a slight mocking tone twinged his voice.

His features turned wicked as a shadow fell across his face, the only visable part of his face was the light that his teeth reflected. With a slow hand, he reached out and took the boy's hand in his own, his fingers moving to grip the middle finger. "Tell me....Whats your name boy And with that he bent the finger backwrods, the bone snapping with little resistince. The boy let out a muffled cry as he bit down. "Well....?"

========15 minutes later========

He stood and wiped the dust from his hands, the boy below him looked rather bad. "Can always beat things our of people" And with that he point his pistol at the boy's head, fearing for his life, the boy feebly tries to protest but to no avail. With one shot, brains painted the wall infront of Eko. He grinned as he bent down to pick up the asault rifle at his feet.

As he slung it across his back, he felt a slight vibration against his chest. He reached in and opened his PHS as he pulled it out, receiving the slightly ironic message. "Cancel that last request for back-up. I handled the situation, I was able to discern that these guys have robotic monstrosties, similar to the ones in your earlier report. I am once again on the move" and with that he was off, slinking down the hallway silently, his mind slightly buzzing about the information he had gleamed.

[Anaxagoras]

Anax heard what Raikov said and decided to follow Eko and aid him in his duties. He pushed off of the wall, his long white hair lagged behind just enough for someone who was looking to catch it's full length, and proceeded to walk on down the left corridor. Anax always kept his hands in pockets, the blades on his arms tended to get heavy when the missions lengthened, and because of this Anax adopted a more casual approach to working missions. He continued down the corridor until he heard the foot fall of someone further ahead. Anax stepped up his pace ready for an accurate and deadly one hit kill attack, when he turned the corner and noticed Eko stalking the other way, dead bodies in his wake.

"Hey Eko! I'm your back up!" Anax said loud and clear.

[Jamie]

He nodded as he listened to Eko's newest report, sighing softly. The security spiders would be better armed and fortified. He thought about it for a moment and decided that it was best not to take too many risks. As he hung up the PHS with Eko, he opened it back up and hit the number two speed dial, finding Marek on the other end.

"We're gonna need back up, asap".

[eko]

He turned his head, his purple hair moving in unison with his skull. There was a bewildered look on his face as he looked at Anax. ”Are you stupid?” he hissed and moved his hand a signal to crouch down. His hand withdrew from his jacket, letting got of his precious weapon. And with that he continued moving, confident that Anax would keep quiet and follow in his lead.

[Baka]

(This is an NPC post, Marek's whereabouts are still unknown)

While the Turks settled securing the inside of the building, the terrorists were busy celebrating their newest victory. The fools from ShinRa had taken the bait and entered the building. The guards and soldiers they had slain had all been plants to draw them in and they had fallen for it; hook, line, and sinker.

From within the confines of the abandoned warehouse the three Turks would soon be able to feel the ground reverberating and be able to hear the walls creaking from the force of the shaking.

OUtside of the warehouse, four large spiders emerged from the ground surrounding the construct one on each side of a respective wall. These spiders were much larger than the one Marek and Raikov had faces, their legs being thicker and more heavily armored. The large reflective eye that had rested in the center of the guard-spider's head was not present in this model,. Rising up from the dirt, the spiders gave off mechanical clicks before reaching out with their pincers upon their faces and tearing the roof off the of the warehouse.

(Also note, these do not have the sqame control panel the other one did. If one of the Turk's is up to date on ShinRa weaponry they'll realize it as ShinRa's newest design, IE something not just anybody could get ahold of)