"The quarian? If you are referring to Sal, she went on the Gauntlet." Terina looked at Kryxus. "Was that the wrong decision?"
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Dregger stiff armed a human that was running towards him before he said, "What is the opposition inside? Are there any mercs or just bouncers?" then he holstered his shot gun and took out his sub-machine gun.
Ethan looked over at Kryxus. "I'm assuming Sal was pulled out because wherever they needed her had the kind of security they need a Quarian to get through. But if you need someone who knows tech, I've got a bit of experience."
Kryxus:
"The quarian? If you are referring to Sal, she went on the Gauntlet. Was that the wrong decision?"
"Wasn't my call, so I don't know," Kryxus said, a bit of disappointment tinged in his voice. "Could have used her help if she wasn't doing something."
"I'm assuming Sal was pulled out because wherever they needed her had the kind of security they need a Quarian to get through. But if you need someone who knows tech, I've got a bit of experience."
Kryxus looked over at him. His face looked a bit uncertain as he thought about the offer.
"You know how to deal with electronics inside of an A-61?" he asked. "Because if you do, I could use your help instead."
"The quarian? If you are referring to Sal, she went on the Gauntlet. Was that the wrong decision?"
"Wasn't my call, so I don't know," Kryxus said, a bit of disappointment tinged in his voice. "Could have used her help if she wasn't doing something."
"I'm assuming Sal was pulled out because wherever they needed her had the kind of security they need a Quarian to get through. But if you need someone who knows tech, I've got a bit of experience."
Kryxus looked over at him. His face looked a bit uncertain as he thought about the offer.
"You know how to deal with electronics inside of an A-61?" he asked. "Because if you do, I could use your help instead."
Sal entered through the door with Raven close on her heels, both looking for a terminal. "Alright let's see, terminal terminal...where are you?" Sal mumbled to her self as she kept an eye out for any kind of small blue glow that betrayed a terminal. "Aha! There's one. Alright Ray gimme a minute to hack this thing and I'll find the locker." She said as she typed furiously at the terminals control pad.
Raven shrugged, adjusting the placement of the det pack secured to his back. It's a good thing these charges are stable. Last thing I need is a explosive sinus clearing due to minor turbulence. Turning back to the Sal, he glanced at the data running rampant across the screen before shaking his head. "When that door opens we are going to move fast and hard. Expect some decent resistance and variable weaponry. Check your corners as we move, nobody wants to get turned into swiss cheese by some jackass with a hero complex."
"Got ya, speaking of the door....security in the terminals down....looks like we're looking for 378. One floor up, far end. Here I'll download the map." She said pressing a few more buttons and stepping away from the wall terminal. She readied her Tempest setting her ammo to disruptor shells.
When that door opens we are going to move fast and hard. Expect some decent resistance and variable weaponry. Check your corners as we move, nobody wants to get turned into swiss cheese by some jackass with a hero complex."
"Hey at least there's a chance you could survive being turned into cheese, I dobut my suit will be able to section off the many wounds." She said with a grim smile under her mask. "Anyways after you.
When that door opens we are going to move fast and hard. Expect some decent resistance and variable weaponry. Check your corners as we move, nobody wants to get turned into swiss cheese by some jackass with a hero complex."
"Hey at least there's a chance you could survive being turned into cheese, I dobut my suit will be able to section off the many wounds." She said with a grim smile under her mask. "Anyways after you.
Neil:
"I'm telling you, the whole thing's down!" Neil repeated as he kept switching between the three monitors in front of him. "Until it comes back up, I can't do anything! Alarms, cameras, even the damn turrets can't be activated!"
"You're telling me you didn't prepare for this?!" Paulson shouted back.
"I wasn't the one who set this system up in the first place! And these are a hell of a lot more than common fucking thieves!"
"Both of you, shut it!" Atara commanded, getting the attention of everyone in the security room. "Now, what you're telling me, is that there is no way to track them, or get an alert out to Arkus?"
"That is correct ma'am," Neil said as he turned to the third monitor. "We won't be able to get a location of..."
He stopped as a pop-up flashed on the corner of the screen. He opened it, and looked at what it was alerting him to. "Someone's accessing one of the inventory terminals."
"Where are they?" Atara asked as she leaned over the back of Neil's chair.
"First floor, but whoever's on here is looking through the database for something," he said as he watched to see what was being searched. "They've stopped on locker 278."
"278?" Atara remarked with a hint of worry in her voice.
"Isn't that one belonging to Sieus?" asked Neil.
"Zatarn, Forvan," she said into her Comm, summoning her two Batarian guards. "Where are you now?"
"Third floor ma'am, what's---"
"Secure locker 278," she said, not waiting for him to finish asking. There wasn't time for questions.
"Moving there now," he responded.
"Paulson, Mark, get down there as well," she said as she turned to the two others in the room. Without hesitating, both ran out into the hall, towards the stairs closest in an attempt to reach the others as soon as possible. Once they were gone, she leaned again once more over Neil's chair. "I want this system on line three minutes ago, once it is, alert Arkus as to what's going on."
"I'm telling you, the whole thing's down!" Neil repeated as he kept switching between the three monitors in front of him. "Until it comes back up, I can't do anything! Alarms, cameras, even the damn turrets can't be activated!"
"You're telling me you didn't prepare for this?!" Paulson shouted back.
"I wasn't the one who set this system up in the first place! And these are a hell of a lot more than common fucking thieves!"
"Both of you, shut it!" Atara commanded, getting the attention of everyone in the security room. "Now, what you're telling me, is that there is no way to track them, or get an alert out to Arkus?"
"That is correct ma'am," Neil said as he turned to the third monitor. "We won't be able to get a location of..."
He stopped as a pop-up flashed on the corner of the screen. He opened it, and looked at what it was alerting him to. "Someone's accessing one of the inventory terminals."
"Where are they?" Atara asked as she leaned over the back of Neil's chair.
"First floor, but whoever's on here is looking through the database for something," he said as he watched to see what was being searched. "They've stopped on locker 278."
"278?" Atara remarked with a hint of worry in her voice.
"Isn't that one belonging to Sieus?" asked Neil.
"Zatarn, Forvan," she said into her Comm, summoning her two Batarian guards. "Where are you now?"
"Third floor ma'am, what's---"
"Secure locker 278," she said, not waiting for him to finish asking. There wasn't time for questions.
"Moving there now," he responded.
"Paulson, Mark, get down there as well," she said as she turned to the two others in the room. Without hesitating, both ran out into the hall, towards the stairs closest in an attempt to reach the others as soon as possible. Once they were gone, she leaned again once more over Neil's chair. "I want this system on line three minutes ago, once it is, alert Arkus as to what's going on."
Kronn:
Kronn leaned out from behind the pillar, taking a few carefully aimed shots towards the one opposite him, to keep the armoured human suppressed. As he leaned out, aiming his next shot, he saw the two Krogan at the doorway, and knew exactly what to do.
Taking two more shots at the pillar as he stepped away from his, he soon found a barstool knock him in the back of the leg. Not waiting for the Human to try and return fire, Kronn turned, vaulting the counter of the bar, and lowering his head as far as he could as he ran towards the connecting door. He could hear the human firing at him as the doors slid open, but they were too high for him, as he tucked down even farther under the counter. Once the doors were cracked open far enough, Kronn rolled through, sliding up the wall beside it, and activating the terminal.
"C'mon!" he yelled as the doors slid shut beside him. He engaged the locks on them, but kept looking through the options of the terminal before yelling again. "What do you mean I don't have clearance to initiate lockdown?!"
As he yelled, he drew his pistol, and fired it into the panel. Sparks erupted from behind it as the screen was destroyed. Examining it, Kronn could see his shot had gone through the panel, and the connecting one on the other side of the door, ensuring it couldn't be accessed from there.
"There's your fucking clearance!"
Deciding not to waste any more time, Kronn turned the corner to run down the hallway. He knew where it connected to, the offices for Mr. Mackenzie, the staff room and locker room, the DJ's booth, the behind the bar on the balcony of the second floor, and the storage rooms, where he'd be able to find a backdoor out into the alleys.
As he ran down the hall, he rounded the corner for the storage rooms and offices. As he did, he saw the side of another set of black and orange armour, as he planted his feet, trying to stop himself and turn back.
Kronn leaned out from behind the pillar, taking a few carefully aimed shots towards the one opposite him, to keep the armoured human suppressed. As he leaned out, aiming his next shot, he saw the two Krogan at the doorway, and knew exactly what to do.
Taking two more shots at the pillar as he stepped away from his, he soon found a barstool knock him in the back of the leg. Not waiting for the Human to try and return fire, Kronn turned, vaulting the counter of the bar, and lowering his head as far as he could as he ran towards the connecting door. He could hear the human firing at him as the doors slid open, but they were too high for him, as he tucked down even farther under the counter. Once the doors were cracked open far enough, Kronn rolled through, sliding up the wall beside it, and activating the terminal.
"C'mon!" he yelled as the doors slid shut beside him. He engaged the locks on them, but kept looking through the options of the terminal before yelling again. "What do you mean I don't have clearance to initiate lockdown?!"
As he yelled, he drew his pistol, and fired it into the panel. Sparks erupted from behind it as the screen was destroyed. Examining it, Kronn could see his shot had gone through the panel, and the connecting one on the other side of the door, ensuring it couldn't be accessed from there.
"There's your fucking clearance!"
Deciding not to waste any more time, Kronn turned the corner to run down the hallway. He knew where it connected to, the offices for Mr. Mackenzie, the staff room and locker room, the DJ's booth, the behind the bar on the balcony of the second floor, and the storage rooms, where he'd be able to find a backdoor out into the alleys.
As he ran down the hall, he rounded the corner for the storage rooms and offices. As he did, he saw the side of another set of black and orange armour, as he planted his feet, trying to stop himself and turn back.
"You know how to deal with electronics inside of an A-61? Because if you do, I could use your help instead."
That depends on the problem, if they're fried there's not much I can do to help you, but if it's not too serious I can fix it up. One of the advantages of living with a Quarian. So, what's the issue?"
Kryxus looked back at the gunship and replied, "I wanted to install a kick-ass sound system, get the base pumping while I'm behind the trigger. What do you think, easy install?"
"you're shitting me, right?" Ethan chuckled a little, the idea was impressively far fetched, "tell you what, you get Verahls go ahead to rip apart his gunship and install more speakers, give me a call."
That depends on the problem, if they're fried there's not much I can do to help you, but if it's not too serious I can fix it up. One of the advantages of living with a Quarian. So, what's the issue?"
Kryxus looked back at the gunship and replied, "I wanted to install a kick-ass sound system, get the base pumping while I'm behind the trigger. What do you think, easy install?"
"you're shitting me, right?" Ethan chuckled a little, the idea was impressively far fetched, "tell you what, you get Verahls go ahead to rip apart his gunship and install more speakers, give me a call."
John swore as two more shots hit his cover. As he returned fire he caught a glimpse of the guard disappearing through the staff door behind the bar. "Heads up people, one of the guards got away from me. He ran into the staff area."
Sliding out of cover John began to check the area for any hostiles, or civilians. Sifting through the debris created by the panicked exodus, he didn't find anything until he got near some of the booths. Following the sound of muffled sobbing, he found an Asari and a Human girl, barely out of her teens, clutching each other in terror.
"The shootings stopped for now, get out quickly." He said, as he approached. Both women took off like they'd been shot out of a mass relay. Satisfied the area was secure; John made his way behind the bar to follow the fleeing guard.
Sliding out of cover John began to check the area for any hostiles, or civilians. Sifting through the debris created by the panicked exodus, he didn't find anything until he got near some of the booths. Following the sound of muffled sobbing, he found an Asari and a Human girl, barely out of her teens, clutching each other in terror.
"The shootings stopped for now, get out quickly." He said, as he approached. Both women took off like they'd been shot out of a mass relay. Satisfied the area was secure; John made his way behind the bar to follow the fleeing guard.
Raven and Sal ran through the parallel hallways leading to their prize as rapidly as they could. We have a small window to get this shit done. By now they will have already figured out that they have been hacked and will have dispatched some guards. Noticing the steady increasing proximity towards the objective, he paged Sal over their private com letting her know to slow up in case of a likely ambush that could well be awaiting them. Catching the glint of the chrome off an assault rifle at the branch, he through a lift at the likely position of the ambusher and smirked as he saw his would be assassin ragdoll into the air. The second guard, sufficiently suppressed by a hail of gunfire from Sal was torn to shreds by Raven's Shredder.
"No mercy for the merciless." Nodding to Sal, he came to a stop in front of the storage locker pausing momentarily to break the lock before beginning the process of blowing this place to hell. "Watch for any more guards while I get this charge ready to go. We should be moving in 3 minutes." Satisfied, he lowered the det pack from his shoulder and began the careful process of arming the charge.
"No mercy for the merciless." Nodding to Sal, he came to a stop in front of the storage locker pausing momentarily to break the lock before beginning the process of blowing this place to hell. "Watch for any more guards while I get this charge ready to go. We should be moving in 3 minutes." Satisfied, he lowered the det pack from his shoulder and began the careful process of arming the charge.
Neil:
"Neil!" Atara snapped. "Neil! What just happened?!"
Neil's hand was shaking. He heard the shots over the Comms as Forvan reported in. He heard the screams from Zatarn as he was torn from his feet and thrown into the air.
He heard both of them die.
"Forvan," he whispered once more into his Comms. "Forvan, c'mon tell me you're there."
"No mercy for the merciless."
Neil could hear someone faintly over Forvan's channel. He could barely make out the words, but he knew someone was there. He could hear a loud snap as a nearby lock was broken, and a message popping up on the screen in front of him, telling him that locker 278 had been breached.
"Neil, what the fuck is happening?!"
"Locker 278 has been accessed," Neil said in a monotone voice. "Forvan and Zatarn though... They're... They're gone."
Atara's eyes widened as she let go of Neil's chair. She couldn't believe that within second, both had been killed. Never had she believed that there would have been a day like this for her.
"What do I do?" Neil asked meekly to her, as he turned his chair to face her. He was as confused and shocked as her.
"Tell Paulson and Mark to get out," she said as she moved over to her chair. "Have them get out as quick as possible, and avoid the second level. You go as well Neil. I want you to get into contact with Arkus or anyone from the Splits as soon as you can."
"What about you?" he stammered as he rose from his chair.
"I'll continue working on rebooting the systems from here," she said as she walked forward, towards his empty seat. "See if I can reach them before you can."
Neil looked at her, concerned for her safety as she sat back in his chair.
"Mark," she said as she opened her Comm Channel up. "No, continue past the second floor. No, they have not moved somewhere--- Just get out Mark. Both of you, as soon as possible. Your safety is your number one priority now. Go!"
Neil crept slowly back as Atara kept talking to Mark and Paulson. He wanted to stay, but every sense he had was telling him to run. When he could finally feel the door against his back, he turned to open it, but before he could, the locks were already disengaging.
"Neil!" Atara snapped. "Neil! What just happened?!"
Neil's hand was shaking. He heard the shots over the Comms as Forvan reported in. He heard the screams from Zatarn as he was torn from his feet and thrown into the air.
He heard both of them die.
"Forvan," he whispered once more into his Comms. "Forvan, c'mon tell me you're there."
"No mercy for the merciless."
Neil could hear someone faintly over Forvan's channel. He could barely make out the words, but he knew someone was there. He could hear a loud snap as a nearby lock was broken, and a message popping up on the screen in front of him, telling him that locker 278 had been breached.
"Neil, what the fuck is happening?!"
"Locker 278 has been accessed," Neil said in a monotone voice. "Forvan and Zatarn though... They're... They're gone."
Atara's eyes widened as she let go of Neil's chair. She couldn't believe that within second, both had been killed. Never had she believed that there would have been a day like this for her.
"What do I do?" Neil asked meekly to her, as he turned his chair to face her. He was as confused and shocked as her.
"Tell Paulson and Mark to get out," she said as she moved over to her chair. "Have them get out as quick as possible, and avoid the second level. You go as well Neil. I want you to get into contact with Arkus or anyone from the Splits as soon as you can."
"What about you?" he stammered as he rose from his chair.
"I'll continue working on rebooting the systems from here," she said as she walked forward, towards his empty seat. "See if I can reach them before you can."
Neil looked at her, concerned for her safety as she sat back in his chair.
"Mark," she said as she opened her Comm Channel up. "No, continue past the second floor. No, they have not moved somewhere--- Just get out Mark. Both of you, as soon as possible. Your safety is your number one priority now. Go!"
Neil crept slowly back as Atara kept talking to Mark and Paulson. He wanted to stay, but every sense he had was telling him to run. When he could finally feel the door against his back, he turned to open it, but before he could, the locks were already disengaging.
"Watch for any more guards while I get this charge ready to go. We should be moving in 3 minutes."
Sal nodded as she stood off too the side just inside the locker. She allowed her Quarian instinct to kick in long ago, now was the time Aegis needed her at her at her best. She couldn't let the thoughts of those who would be hurt in this mission weigh her down. There would be time for that later, for now there was a threat that needed to be dealt with. She knelt down and readied her tempest aiming down the hall way, and prepared for whatever, if any, guards tried to stop them.
Sal nodded as she stood off too the side just inside the locker. She allowed her Quarian instinct to kick in long ago, now was the time Aegis needed her at her at her best. She couldn't let the thoughts of those who would be hurt in this mission weigh her down. There would be time for that later, for now there was a threat that needed to be dealt with. She knelt down and readied her tempest aiming down the hall way, and prepared for whatever, if any, guards tried to stop them.
Brooks:
Brooks felt the shotgun recoil into his shoulder. He didn?t even register turning, and pulling the trigger. It was just instinctive to him, catching the sudden movement in his peripheral vision lacking the distinctive orange markings of Aegis was enough for him to have him fire.
As Brooks clicked back into reality, he finally registered what had happened. The Turian had turned the corner quickly, and had been carrying a pistol, but he was just as surprised as Brooks to find someone standing directly around the corner. He didn?t even get a chance to say something, or raise his weapon, before Brooks had put him down. The Turian now lay on the hallway floor, with several holes perforating his chest. Brooks stood still for a few seconds, still keeping his shotgun ready as he looked down on the Turian. He could hear a few gasps and dying wheezes coming from him, and could see the small flickers and movements in him as he writhed on the floor.
?Fuck,? Brooks said as he let go of the grip of the shotgun, lowering it to his side, and raising his freehand to his brow. He had killed Vorcha before, but they were little more than animals, he hunted them like he had game on Liberty?s Harvest. A Turian though was different. His mind raced back to the only other time he felt he had murdered as he looked down on the Turian.
He couldn?t bring himself to shoot him once more. He still felt horrible for firing. The Turian might have attempted to surrender if he had been given the chance. He might have not use his pistol, instead wanting to get by Brooks with little incident. Brooks shook his head as several other possible situations entered his mind. He needed to focus on what to do next. He could reflect on the possibilities after the mission was through.
Turning back to the door, Brooks gripped his shotgun once more. He accessed the panel on its side and watched as it slid open. Brooks kept his back to the wall as he walked forward, turning and training his shotgun across the wall as he tactically entered the room. He didn?t find anyone inside though. At the wall opposite him was a desk and office chair, spun around facing away from him, as it had been left spinning when its occupant jumped out of it when the firefight started. Behind the desk was a small enclave in the wall, where a safe had been placed. The door to it was still swung open. Brooks approached it, looking inside to see what he could find. It was empty though, hastily ransacked when the owner had left. A few of the desk drawers had also been left open, but their contents weren?t notable. Whatever had been valued by the owner had been taken when they left.
?Office and back hallways clear,? Brooks said into his Comm as he walked back into the hall. ?The owner, or manager, or whoever was in charge fled. Took everything from his safe with him.?
?Got that,? Lux responded. ?Report back to the dance floor if everything else is clear.?
?Copy that,? Brooks said as he began to walk towards the DJ booth he had come from. He looked down on the Turian as he passed by him. His breathing and writhing had stopped, now replaced with a stillness that send chills up Brooks?s back.
Just keep pushing forward. You can come back to this later when the time is right.
Brooks felt the shotgun recoil into his shoulder. He didn?t even register turning, and pulling the trigger. It was just instinctive to him, catching the sudden movement in his peripheral vision lacking the distinctive orange markings of Aegis was enough for him to have him fire.
As Brooks clicked back into reality, he finally registered what had happened. The Turian had turned the corner quickly, and had been carrying a pistol, but he was just as surprised as Brooks to find someone standing directly around the corner. He didn?t even get a chance to say something, or raise his weapon, before Brooks had put him down. The Turian now lay on the hallway floor, with several holes perforating his chest. Brooks stood still for a few seconds, still keeping his shotgun ready as he looked down on the Turian. He could hear a few gasps and dying wheezes coming from him, and could see the small flickers and movements in him as he writhed on the floor.
?Fuck,? Brooks said as he let go of the grip of the shotgun, lowering it to his side, and raising his freehand to his brow. He had killed Vorcha before, but they were little more than animals, he hunted them like he had game on Liberty?s Harvest. A Turian though was different. His mind raced back to the only other time he felt he had murdered as he looked down on the Turian.
He couldn?t bring himself to shoot him once more. He still felt horrible for firing. The Turian might have attempted to surrender if he had been given the chance. He might have not use his pistol, instead wanting to get by Brooks with little incident. Brooks shook his head as several other possible situations entered his mind. He needed to focus on what to do next. He could reflect on the possibilities after the mission was through.
Turning back to the door, Brooks gripped his shotgun once more. He accessed the panel on its side and watched as it slid open. Brooks kept his back to the wall as he walked forward, turning and training his shotgun across the wall as he tactically entered the room. He didn?t find anyone inside though. At the wall opposite him was a desk and office chair, spun around facing away from him, as it had been left spinning when its occupant jumped out of it when the firefight started. Behind the desk was a small enclave in the wall, where a safe had been placed. The door to it was still swung open. Brooks approached it, looking inside to see what he could find. It was empty though, hastily ransacked when the owner had left. A few of the desk drawers had also been left open, but their contents weren?t notable. Whatever had been valued by the owner had been taken when they left.
?Office and back hallways clear,? Brooks said into his Comm as he walked back into the hall. ?The owner, or manager, or whoever was in charge fled. Took everything from his safe with him.?
?Got that,? Lux responded. ?Report back to the dance floor if everything else is clear.?
?Copy that,? Brooks said as he began to walk towards the DJ booth he had come from. He looked down on the Turian as he passed by him. His breathing and writhing had stopped, now replaced with a stillness that send chills up Brooks?s back.
Just keep pushing forward. You can come back to this later when the time is right.
Rook:
Rook whipped the Human in the back with his pistol. He could hear the Human gasp as he fell, sprawling out on the floor. Rook quickly stepped forward, drilling his foot into the Human?s back as he trained his pistol on the Asari sitting in front of the terminal.
?Get up, slowly,? he said as he gripped the pistol, keeping the sights locked on the Asari. ?Don?t force me to do something we?ll both regret.?
Rook kept his aim following the Asari as she pushed her chair away from the terminal. She raised her hands and stood up, taking a step out and away from the chair and towards Rook.
?That?s enough,? Rook commanded as he walked forward, off of the Human. ?Now, the two of you, against the fall wall, face down on the ground. Haley, make sure they don?t act out.?
The Asari watched as Haley entered, keeping her rifle aimed at the Human that was slowly getting to his feet, careful not to make any sudden movements or provoke his assailants. The two complied, and were soon both laid on the ground by the far wall, with their hands behind their head. Haley stood behind both with her rifle at the ready as Rook took his seat at the Terminal and opened his Comms.
?You really did make a mess of their systems Sal,? Rook relayed as he opened the channel and began working on the Terminal. ?It?ll take me at least another couple minutes to gain control full control of their systems. How about the two of you? You?ve almost tied things up on your end??
Rook whipped the Human in the back with his pistol. He could hear the Human gasp as he fell, sprawling out on the floor. Rook quickly stepped forward, drilling his foot into the Human?s back as he trained his pistol on the Asari sitting in front of the terminal.
?Get up, slowly,? he said as he gripped the pistol, keeping the sights locked on the Asari. ?Don?t force me to do something we?ll both regret.?
Rook kept his aim following the Asari as she pushed her chair away from the terminal. She raised her hands and stood up, taking a step out and away from the chair and towards Rook.
?That?s enough,? Rook commanded as he walked forward, off of the Human. ?Now, the two of you, against the fall wall, face down on the ground. Haley, make sure they don?t act out.?
The Asari watched as Haley entered, keeping her rifle aimed at the Human that was slowly getting to his feet, careful not to make any sudden movements or provoke his assailants. The two complied, and were soon both laid on the ground by the far wall, with their hands behind their head. Haley stood behind both with her rifle at the ready as Rook took his seat at the Terminal and opened his Comms.
?You really did make a mess of their systems Sal,? Rook relayed as he opened the channel and began working on the Terminal. ?It?ll take me at least another couple minutes to gain control full control of their systems. How about the two of you? You?ve almost tied things up on your end??
"It'll take me at least another couple minutes to gain control full control of their systems. How about the two of you? You've almost tied things up on your end?"
Sal allowed herself a little smile. "We're at the locker and Raven's setting up the charges now. It shouldn't be much longer, so we'll be outta here soon." She said over the comm not taking her eyes off the hall ways. "And thank you Rook, if there's one thing I pride myself on it's taking down our targets systems."
Sal allowed herself a little smile. "We're at the locker and Raven's setting up the charges now. It shouldn't be much longer, so we'll be outta here soon." She said over the comm not taking her eyes off the hall ways. "And thank you Rook, if there's one thing I pride myself on it's taking down our targets systems."
Rook:
"We're at the locker and Raven's setting up the charges now. It shouldn't be much longer, so we'll be outta here soon."
Good, things are going as planned then.
"And thank you Rook, if there's one thing I pride myself on it's taking down our targets systems."
"Remind me not to annoy you or else I'll probably find myself locked out of my mail for weeks," Rook chuckled as he slid back a bit in his chair as he watched the monitor's reset progress.
"We're at the locker and Raven's setting up the charges now. It shouldn't be much longer, so we'll be outta here soon."
Good, things are going as planned then.
"And thank you Rook, if there's one thing I pride myself on it's taking down our targets systems."
"Remind me not to annoy you or else I'll probably find myself locked out of my mail for weeks," Rook chuckled as he slid back a bit in his chair as he watched the monitor's reset progress.
Raven exhaled lightly as he finished the last wiring the last set of charges in the demolition pack. 12 gel chargers routed to a single thermite detonators will not only erase the contents of this locker but vaporize the lockers on either side. Nothing like a slice of hellfire to send a message is there? Arming the detonator, he stood up and motioned for Sal to get to a safe distance away before he distanced himself as well. Detonator in hand he mentally counted down before saying, "And here we go." The single click spawned a chain reaction of overpressure and molten metal that shook the floor mightily reducing the three lockers to nothing more than slag. Nodding at the completed job he opened his company wide comm, "This is Raven. Team three's objective has been secured. Moving to regroup."
Rook:
"Guards bound and secured, we'll be waiting in the lobby in a minute," Rook said as he destroyed the monitors with a few pistol rounds, and walked with Haley back down to the lobby of the security facility.
"Guards bound and secured, we'll be waiting in the lobby in a minute," Rook said as he destroyed the monitors with a few pistol rounds, and walked with Haley back down to the lobby of the security facility.