"I got some inspirin' shit ta' say over here!"
Amy, who had just re-entered the room, quickly moved over back to her old place and sat down, looking at Pixie expectantly. She made a point to not let her gaze drift to Bennie even for a moment.
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The Gentleman was sent into full on flight, as heavy machine gun rounds punched into the dirt and rubble, licking at his heels. Troops of both sides were encroaching from everywhere now, their being seemingly no route out of the street that didn't run him into one squadron of hostile fighters or another. Amidst the chaos, he was pretty certain no-one left was trying to kill him specifically, but that wasn't much comfort, when a stray bullet could find him at any moment, and he had no means of escape.
'I have to deal with that blasted tank!'
Crouching in the gutted shell of what used to be a store front, The Gentleman peeked up just long enough to take not of the monstrosity's position at the end of the boulevard, tearing through the Bejic forces who had yet to bring up their own heavy weapons. The Boikov's were heavily outnumbered, their tank was the only thing holding down their position. If The Gentleman could get close enough to destroy it, then they would start to break, and he would have a small opening to make his getaway before the area was swarmed by the Bejic's.
Keeping low, the Gentleman advanced slowly up the street, crouching in side-alleys and vaulting through now-paneless windows, moving from building to building. Twice, he came across snipers belonging to one side or the other, it didn't matter which. He dispatched them before they had time to raise their weapons to him, much less alert anyone else. Finally, all that remained was one dash across open ground, beyond the Boikov barricade, for him to reach his goal. Committing to the move once he had made it, The Gentleman broke from cover and sprinted, ignoring the exchanges of fire that blew up dust all around him as he closed the gap. Two loyalist soldiers who were crouched behind a wall saw him, and he shot them, As he drew closer, he put another bullet through the head of the man controlling the machine gun on top of the tank, the only crew member not fully enclosed inside the metal shell.
He had approached from well to the side, in the tank's blind spot, and now that he had reached the armour, The Gentleman removed his top hat, and peeled the velvet away from the top of the rim, before placing the rim against the flank of the vehicle. The metallic click, as the magnetic disk inside the hat latched on to the armour, was his signal that it was time to go.
Fleeing headlong across to the other side of the street, not daring to look back as bullets flew this was and that (surely some of them were being aimed at him by now, The Gentleman threw himself bodily into the cover of the blasted buildings once more. Taking out his pocket watch, The Gentleman moved the setting dial three twists to the left, and pushed down.
A flash, and a shockwave that reverberated all around the street as the shaped charge inside the hat detonated, burning its way through the armour of the tank in a split second, and super-pressurising the air inside, ripping the contraption to pieces in a shower of shrapnel. The Gentleman didn't stay to admire his handiwork, but did allow himself a smile as he moved once again.
'I've always wanted to use that one.'
Amy, who had just re-entered the room, quickly moved over back to her old place and sat down, looking at Pixie expectantly. She made a point to not let her gaze drift to Bennie even for a moment.
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The Gentleman was sent into full on flight, as heavy machine gun rounds punched into the dirt and rubble, licking at his heels. Troops of both sides were encroaching from everywhere now, their being seemingly no route out of the street that didn't run him into one squadron of hostile fighters or another. Amidst the chaos, he was pretty certain no-one left was trying to kill him specifically, but that wasn't much comfort, when a stray bullet could find him at any moment, and he had no means of escape.
'I have to deal with that blasted tank!'
Crouching in the gutted shell of what used to be a store front, The Gentleman peeked up just long enough to take not of the monstrosity's position at the end of the boulevard, tearing through the Bejic forces who had yet to bring up their own heavy weapons. The Boikov's were heavily outnumbered, their tank was the only thing holding down their position. If The Gentleman could get close enough to destroy it, then they would start to break, and he would have a small opening to make his getaway before the area was swarmed by the Bejic's.
Keeping low, the Gentleman advanced slowly up the street, crouching in side-alleys and vaulting through now-paneless windows, moving from building to building. Twice, he came across snipers belonging to one side or the other, it didn't matter which. He dispatched them before they had time to raise their weapons to him, much less alert anyone else. Finally, all that remained was one dash across open ground, beyond the Boikov barricade, for him to reach his goal. Committing to the move once he had made it, The Gentleman broke from cover and sprinted, ignoring the exchanges of fire that blew up dust all around him as he closed the gap. Two loyalist soldiers who were crouched behind a wall saw him, and he shot them, As he drew closer, he put another bullet through the head of the man controlling the machine gun on top of the tank, the only crew member not fully enclosed inside the metal shell.
He had approached from well to the side, in the tank's blind spot, and now that he had reached the armour, The Gentleman removed his top hat, and peeled the velvet away from the top of the rim, before placing the rim against the flank of the vehicle. The metallic click, as the magnetic disk inside the hat latched on to the armour, was his signal that it was time to go.
Fleeing headlong across to the other side of the street, not daring to look back as bullets flew this was and that (surely some of them were being aimed at him by now, The Gentleman threw himself bodily into the cover of the blasted buildings once more. Taking out his pocket watch, The Gentleman moved the setting dial three twists to the left, and pushed down.
A flash, and a shockwave that reverberated all around the street as the shaped charge inside the hat detonated, burning its way through the armour of the tank in a split second, and super-pressurising the air inside, ripping the contraption to pieces in a shower of shrapnel. The Gentleman didn't stay to admire his handiwork, but did allow himself a smile as he moved once again.
'I've always wanted to use that one.'
