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[booksv2]

Stripping wires and letting them hand Magics hands work quickly as he listens for more people coming towards the security room. Several groups already having run past and up the stairs or down to outside. Looking over as the talkie crackles and from it comes what he had been looking for.

"Cut it. Cut the power."


Smiling wide and picking up the handful of stripped wires he holds it at arms length as they start sparking on each other and turns his head away Magic shoves the sparking wires into the power box and yelps as sparks fly. As things pop and melt he jerks his hand away after letting go and dived under the table as the lights above him spark and blow up as triple the power surges through them. Pulling his gun under the table to make sure its still ok he can hear electrical things either exploding or melting. Everything that doesn't blow up turns off as the wires in the walls melt and spark more. Crawling out and looking around the door Magic grabs the tomahawk with one hand as he holsters the gun and says over the talkie.

"I shorted the system and pushed like 3 times the electricity through it so anything that doesn't explode is going to be hot."

Looking at the lobby and across the street he can see that everything is out. the alarm off now also.

"If you can don't touch anything electrical, any remnants will come out and you will probably get knocked out."

Looking up and dropping the talkie Magic pulls his gun out and points it at a door that starts to open at the back of the lobby. Moving quickly over and opening the door Magic pulls the trigger as fast as he can as a surprised looking gang member jerks his head up in surprise. Bullets hitting the bridge of the nose and through the mans eye he falls like a sack of potatoes, just as the doors crash behind him and he jumps into the hall and closes the door half behind him, looking at the hall he follows it towards a few locked doors and bloody floors.

 

[Athol]

"Milli! 2nd building! Tenth floor I think!"

"On it!" She called, bringing her gun to bear. Just as she was about to fire, a couple of shots from buddy with the recoil-less rifle slammed into the building. "Hot damn..." She muttered before firing a couple of short bursts into the area Drifter had called out.

"Milli, you alright? Wanna stay here or check on the others?"

"Me? I'm golden, but probably best if I stay here...with all this armour on I'm not very mobile." A few shots, from a shooter she couldn't see, came through the van she was in, one getting a glancing blow off of her back. "FUCK!" Oh that's going to be sore for a while...

During a lull in the shooting, she heard shouts and the sounds of a struggle ahead of her. From behind a piece of wall a Conquistador appeared, holding a teenage girl in front of himself. "HEY CHINGADO!" He yelled, pressing a pistol to the girl's head. "COME OUTTA THERE WITH YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP OR I SHOOT THIS LITTLE CHOCHO!"

Milli took her time, and levelled the sights on the beaner, and his hostage. "Hey Drifter." She said casually, knowing that the prick was too far away to hear her. "You know what the biggest danger with taking a hostage?" She applied just enough pressure to loose a single round, the bullet caught the girl in the dead centre of her chest, blowing through both bodies in a spectacularly gory fashion. "Assuming the other side gives two shits about your hostage."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"Assuming the other side gives two shits about your hostage."

"I don't think Granny is gonna like that one bit." Drifter thought aloud as he watched Milli blow away the gangster and his hostage. He should have stopped it but he couldn't help but watch. "Remind me never to cross you. Tell the others I'm entering the building."

With that, Drifter crossed the street. On the way, he double-tapped the bodies that lay sprawled on the street to make sure the job was finished. A few gangsters were trying to crawl away from the wreckage but only to receive a fresh bullet as Drifter crossed the street. As he got closer to the entrance, a gangster popped up from the stairwell but Drifter was quick on the trigger and dropped him with a quick burst. Then more figures started pour out of the stairwell, all running and screaming their heads off. These were the inhabitants of the building and all of them were scared out of their wits.

"Stay down!" Drifter yelled over the chaos. "Get out of the stairwell!"

But within the crowd of the panicked people came a strapped gang banger with a machete in hand and a grenade in the other. He tackled Drifter to the ground and brought his machete down to Drifter's head. Drifter's arm shot up to grab the man's arm with the blade kissing his face, leaving a scar on the other side of his cheek.

"Not today!" Drifter yelled as he drew his pistol with his other hand and pressed it to the gangster's crotch. He fired off a few rounds and pushed his wounded assailant off of him. As the gang-banger held on to what remained of his lower abdomen, Drifter fetched the grenade that the man dropped.

"I said..." Drifter said with clenched teeth as he grabbed the gangster by the head then forcibly shoving the grenade in the man's mouth. "Get out!"

Drifter pulled the pin and pushed the man out of the entrance. Drifter went back and fetched his assault rifle as he heard the grenade detonate and the shrieks of the inhabitants as they were sprinkled by what remained of the gangster. With that, he proceeded upstairs.

 

[figment of mind]

Monica watched as Deegan scurried across the makeshift bridge into the second building, a bit too...late to say anything. She even had her mouth open when he sped off, unable to utter anything. Instead, she turned to Raul and asked, "Should one of us...go after him? We were told to keep an eye on him...and i'd rather not face Granny if we do let..."

She stopped as her phone vibrated. Seeing Deeg's text she let go of the feeling that he would need their help...for now.

"Alright, nevermind then. Come on...let's go see what Magic's up to...", she said, before bounding out of the room. She was about half way down the hall when she found out. Apparently Magic had made good on his threat, or Deeg told him to in that time that she couldn't see him (whichever), as lights started shutting down or exploding above her. She ducked down and covered her head with her coat, trying to stop any glass from hitting her. When she uncovered her head, the hallway was enveloped in darkness, making it near impossible to see, much less get down to the person who caused it. Still, she made her way down the stairs without incident, only stopping to introduce a confused gangster's head to the stairs and move his body out of the way so Raul wouldn't trip over it.

Monica opened the door to the first floor, looking about before heading in. Apparently, that was what the dead gangster on the floor was doing when he died, so she moved carefully, ducking into the lobby and heading over to where Magic was.

When she got next to him, she stood up and whispered, "Hey. Deeg sent me and Raul. He figured that you would need help, since people would be coming out due to the lights."

"By the way, did you cause that or are we supposed to look out for someone else?", referencing the dead gangster.

 

[booksv2]

"Hey. Deeg sent me and Raul. He figured that you would need help, since people would be coming out due to the lights."

"By the way, did you cause that or are we supposed to look out for someone else?"

Turning around and nodding at the girl who had just popped up behind him Magic waves at the dead body on the floor.

"Ya, that was me."
Breaking open his gun and replacing the spent bullets with new ones, closing it again and holstering it.

"If we are doing that we should move from here, the security room has a good view and the door is nice steel. Though we should tie some rope at the bottom of the stairs so anyone rushing down gets caught up in it and face plants."

Looking at the both of them Magic shrugs and smiles.
"It works in the games, see no reason it wont here. Try not to touch anything electrical, if you didn't hear me before."

Moving past them both and stopping just before walking more than a few feet he turns back to look at them.
"Rope... we need something to act as rope... I think i saw some power strips and an extension cord in the security room."

Sliding through the half open door to the hall they were in and back into the security room Magic dives under a table and comes back holding one end of an extension cord. Following it around the room and pulling the other end out of the wall behind where the door opened he pulled it out into the lobby and smiles at the two that followed him.

"Here we go, thank god for cheep gang bangers. Its old and covered in black electrical tape."

Handing one side to the girl who's name he still doesn't know he nods at one side of the railing on the stairs.
"Mind tying that off on there?"

Dragging the other end to the other side of the stairs and tying it on the railing close to the stairs so it'll catch on anyone's feet coming down the stairs, tying it several times to make sure its not going to be coming off.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Chloe's rapid firing forced her attackers to retreat somewhat, giving her time to reload as she crouched behind a wall. She also took a moment to admire her new weapons. "Let's see... I'll call you Delilah, and (this was said to the beretta) you'll be... Sampson."

With that done, Chloe turned her attention to the doorway the gangbangers had retreated into. Straightening up, she adjusted her weapons.

"Okay then... let's get going!"

 

[figment of mind]

"Mind tying that off on there?"

"Yeah, sure."

Monica didn't see any problem with the idea, glad that someone had thought of it since she wouldn't. Still, she expected something about it would go wrong...but she kept that bit to herself, not wanting to be the downer. She briefly entertained the idea of adding a tripwire rigged to some C4 but abolished that quickly, seeing as how it would cause more damage than good.

She took her end of the makeshift rope and tied it to the opposing railing, taking a note from Magic's notebook and tying multiple knots into the railing. Checking to make sure that it was tight, she grabbed on to it before trying to pull on it and jerk it around. None of her knots came undone and it seemed that none of Magic's did either. With that she turned back to him.

"Well, i can't think of anything to add to this so unless you have another idea, i guess we should head in and wait."

 

[booksv2]

Loosing around and watching the girl tug on the cable to make sure its firm Magic smiles as neither end come undone.

"Well, i can't think of anything to add to this so unless you have another idea, i guess we should head in and wait."

"I don't have another one, so heading inside before someone comes barreling down those stairs or in through the doors and starts shooting at us seems like a good idea. Where are we going? We cant use the camera's anymore and i have yet to be past this lobby. Plus i don't know how many of our targets we have killed you."

Looking around and hearing some fast and hard falling footsteps Magic pulls out his gun with one hand while pulling one of his double agent knives from the back of his belt just in case. Looking upstairs at what sounds like several people are racing across the floor above.

 

[figment of mind]

"I don't have another one, so heading inside before someone comes barreling down those stairs or in through the doors and starts shooting at us seems like a good idea. Where are we going? We cant use the camera's anymore and i have yet to be past this lobby. Plus i don't know how many of our targets we have killed you."

"Well...", she said, hearing the footfalls as well and staring upstairs, "...i guess once we've taken out this group, we head to the third floor and continue with the original plan. We found one guy already, he ran, so i'm guessing that there may be more still in the building. We have three people in this building and at least one in the other so it seems appropriate to do so."

Monica then tapped him on the arm and motioned to the camera room, before walking over to it herself. He had a point about getting pumped full of lead if they stood around to long, and since she'd hate for that to happen, she wanted to get in a quickly as possible. She also took out a stun grenade, just in case they all weren't tripped.

"Last person in has to bang something to get their attention!"

 

[Daft Sikes]

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SICK FUCK! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The Conquistador lackey back against a wall shouted fearfully at his tormentor, leveling a .32 revolver at his chest. "I'M WARNING YOU, PENDEJO! BACK OFF!"

"Oh? Now, why would you want me to go and do that?" The man said with a cold chuckle, and a crack of his knuckles, completely ignoring the gun that was aimed at him. "We were just having a little fun!" He gestured to the corpses of the thugs fallen comrades. "It wouldn't be fair to leave you out, now would it?"

The Conquistador reply was predictable. He pulled the trigger of his pistol, only to be met with a dull click, instead of the loud bang that he was expecting. Out of panic, the thug kept on pulling the trigger, and with every pull, the man took a step closer to him, his smile getting wider and wider as he did. He stopped a mere two steps away from the thug, who was still pointlessly pulling at the trigger.

"Do you know what the Sinclaire family does to people who go snooping around in places where they shouldn't?" The man asked the cowering thug, whose only response was to let his gun drop to the ground, and letting out a pathetic whimper. "No? Well, today is your lucky day, friend!" The man reached out, gripped the front of his stained tank top and violently brought the thug dangerously close to his face. "Because you're about to find out."


------------------------~Half an hour later...~----------------------------------


"Good evening Granny, Sonia. Please excuse my tardiness." Richard wandered into the restaurant, hands in his pockets, and a big grin on his face. "Just been doing a little 'pest control.' Those Conquistadors are a very stubborn bunch. They don't seem to understand the concept of territories," Richard paused, and scratched at his cheek sheepishly. "...Also my phone kinda got wrecked, so if I missed anything, I'm really sorry about that."

Granny, still cooking in the kitchen, couldn't hear him over the loud sounds of food being fried. "Well, it explains why you're so late." Sonia replied, taking up her usual perch behind the counter. "MA!" She yelled towards the kitchen.

"WHAT?!" One could hear be yelled back towards the front.

"RICK'S HERE!" The exchange continued.

"WHATCHU TELLIN' ME FOR?! HE KNOWS WHERE THE KITCHEN IS!" Granny yelled back. Sonia sighed.

"Might as well go back there. She might need help with something." She told the boy.

Richard's grin faltered momentarily, before giving his own sigh in return. He gave Sonia a slight nod. "...Right. Hope she doesn't try to smash me with a pan again. But before I do..." He fumbled around his back pocket before pulling out a silver necklace, with a blue gemstone pendant hanging off it. "Got this for you while making my rounds. Hope you like it."

Richard placed it on the counter, and wandered over to the back, peeking in through the entrance of the kitchen. Nothing unusual, by the looks of it. Just Granny cooking her wonderful food over the stove. He walked in with a big smile and his arms spread eagle. "GRANNY! How are you doing this fine night? Sonia told me you might need some help!"

"You're late." She replied sternly. "You missed my orientation, and you missed my plan of attack." She spun to face Richard. "Where've you been, boy?!"

Richard stood up straight at Granny's admonishment, still smiling. "Just doing some patrolling, ma'am. Had to deal with quite a few Conquistadors trying to barge in on your territory not too long ago." He fished out his broken phone, presenting it to her. "They managed to break my phone, so I'm afraid that I did not receive any of your messages." He tossed the useless chunk of plastic into the trash and moved over to the sink to wash his hands clean, humming all the while, before looking at Granny. "The lot of them seemed terribly agitated. I imagine it has something to do with the attack, no?"

"Well, I would hope so!" She shot back, hands placed firmly on her hips. "It's been a long time comin' for those damned Conquistadors! Roberto's gonna get his damned just desserts! And I'll be there to personally feed 'em to him!" She scoffed and turned back to the main stove. "The lineup we got to serve as our forces will help us regain control of this city, and I'm confident they'll do a damn good job at it, you included!" She pursed her lips, an idea reaching the forefront of her mind. "Actually, if you wanna make yourself useful, go out to Howie towers, and do some reconnaissance. Check up on my little soldiers. Don't get directly involved unless you really need to. I just realized that I could use some eyes on this situation, and you popped in at just the right time." The boxer wiped his hands dry with one of the towels hanging from the rack, his smile turning into a smirk before nodding to his superior.

"Of course, Granny. I'll get myself ready. We were expecting some new blood today, weren't we? Hopefully I won't need to return with a body count with them included." He made his way out of the kitchen, but stopped. He paused, looking pensive for a brief moment. "...In the case that one of our own goes off the handle, and I'm sure you know who I'm referring to, how would you like me to deal with it?"

"You don't. If anything thing goes sour for us, you tell me. I'll deal with it. Do you understand me, Rick?" She firmly asked.

"No worries, no worries! I understand perfectly," Richard replied grinningly. "You won't be seeing me meting out any punishments. Unless you ask me to, of course. Now, I won't hold you up any longer. I'll just grab some supplies before heading out. Doubt I'll be needing anything more than a pistol and few magazines, so I should be quick."

He turned on his heel, and made his way to the basement. After a few minutes, Richard came out wearing a leather chest holster which he hid beneath his button-up, a M1911 pistol, and a pair of magazines. He pulled at his black-gloved hands with a sigh and made his way out, but not before turning on his heel and giving Sonia a quick two-finger salute and a smile. "See you in a few, Sonia!" And with that, he was out the door and headed over to Howie Towers.

Granny proceeded to the front of the store, where she and Sonia watched the boy leave. "Get Tenshiro Oda on the line. I need to start making some negotiations." She told her daughter.

 

[NeoAC]

As Daryna plotted her next move in the stairwell, her phone buzzed. What? A look of annoyance passed over her face. Best not be Slava again. Micromanaging bullshit.

Hey, anyone else in the second building? Gomez Gonzalez ran in here, and I don't know which way he went. he's somewhere near the south end, probably in the staircase.

"What number is..." Daryna didn't have much time to try and figure out who sent the text, because an explosion rocked the side of the building. "WHAT was dat!?!" She looked around for a source but nothing was coming. "Artillery is here? I better move." As if self-preservation didn't inspire enough to move out of the stairwell, another explosion came, this one rushing up towards her just as she moved through the fire escape door. Daryna let the door slam shut as she barely avoided the rush of heat.

"I will keel that idiot..." she panted, "once I find out...who did dat..." Trying to steel herself back into the mindset of killing Spaniards and not her teammates, Daryna pressed onward on the second floor. The halls were mostly deserted as most of the Conquistadors had already rushed out to try and take on the invaders that were outside. But there could still be movement heard. Then voices.

"This way, Gomez! We can move up the second tower towards Rodriguez!"

"Good, we may survive this yet!"

Rounding the corner were two scrawny looking Conkies all decked out in gold in front of a man with a bit too much gel in his hair and a bit more sweat on his golden tracksuit then the others. The two in front had guns drawn, but it was unknown if the man behind was packing.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

Fuck. Diamond was slow to respond. Slava had her swear that this would be a covert mission. If she messed up being down 1 to 3, there would be backlash against the Bulls, no doubt. She had to play her cards right.

"Hey...ya'll," she said, in an accent-masking attempt that would make Liam Neeson roll his eyes. "I...dunno...wat's going on. Just...tryin' ta get outta here."

"Strapped like that! Bullshit!" exclaimed the first lackey.

"Get down on the ground now, puta!" the second said, aggressively pointing his gun at Daryna.

"OK. OK." Daryna said, raising her hands in the air. Her guns remained in place for the time being. "I do not want...any trouble..." The second one looked at the first one for a split second and that was all Diamond needed. She dropped to the floor, legs splayed out in a split formation as she raised and fired her weapons, catching the left Conquistador in the mouth while the second one took it in the chest. Reflex fires were buried into the ceiling as the lackeys fell to the ground.

Gomez was in disbelief as his compatriots fell by the wayside in front of him at the hands of this...blonde whore. He made a move to try and grab one of the weapons but another shot from Diamond came close to taking off his hand. The shock sent Gomez backwards as Daryna returned to her feet.

"OK OK, you win! You can go! Please!"

"Oooooh, I'm...so sorry. That stunt has just raised my demands." She moved in closer, standing over the Spanish dealer.

"OK! OK! Here!" He reached for his pocket. "You want cash! You can have cash!" He pulled out a few cards and a wad of cash. "Have cards! Have my car! Just let me go!"

Daryna smirked. "Hmmm, I think there is only one thing that I will want from you in payment." The accent was emerging with a vengeance. There was no point in concealing it for this man.

Gomez seemed to know that his fate was sealed at this point, yet he asked the question anyway. "What...what is that?"

Daryna shoved her right pistol into Gomez's mouth and grinned an evil grin. "Your blood, pendayjo."

Gomez didn't even have time to correct Daryna's pronunciation before he didn't have to think about such manners anymore. Kind of hard to do with your brain splattered along the cheap wall paper. Daryna looked for a spot to wipe the saliva off the end of her gun, but Gomez was disgustingly covered in body fluids. She settled on one of his underlings, cleaning it on the pants. She finally pulled her phone back out to look at the text again and respond.

I kill man in second tower. Is him? No picture because no face anymore.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Like, a second after sending out that text, the wall beside Deegan exploded. Granted, it was at the bottom of the stairs, but it was still enough to knock him off his feet. "Jesus-!" He scrambled up the stairs, being blasted off of his feet once another explosion rocked the complex, blowing another hole in the wall. "Who the hell-?!" There wasn't anyone he could really protest to. As he peered back down the staircase, he could see clear into the street from the gaping holes left in the wall, along with the giant gap of missing stairs leading back down to the ground floor.

"Welp, can't go back this way any more..." The sound of gunfire interrupted his thoughts. "Upstairs-!" He proceeded up, bringing forth one of the 93s. Though, by the time he got there, firefight had seemingly already stopped. He got a message as he entered the second floor hallway.

[b]"I kill man in second tower. Is him? No picture because no face anymore."[/b]

As soon as he looked up from his phone, he could spot the blond Russian girl, squatting at a couple of dead bodies. And as he got closer, he could spot what remained of his intended target.

"Fuuuuuck!" He exclaimed. Seemed a bit much, in his personal opinion. "Well, I guess that's him, he was definitely wearing a tracksuit like that when we spotted him." He holstered his gun, and offered his hand, to help the girl to her feet. "Well, that's one down. C'mon, we gotta lure some more of 'em out."

[hr]

On the roof of the first building, A massive brick wall of a individual approached the edge of the south side of his perch. He could look over the parking lot, and could see that his soldiers were currently outgunned by what seemed to be one person. Brandishing a drum fed RPK in each hand, he pointed out towards the assailant. "You have my attention. You should be proud of yourself, whoever you are." He muttered flatly, pulling on both triggers. "Let's see if the Matador can rile you up a bit."

 

[blaze96]

David had to immediately grab his gun and jump out of the scaffolding as the RPK rounds weakened the already battered structure enough it began to tip. He rolled when he hit the ground and stopped right next to an SUV as scaffolding came way too close to hitting him.

'God damn it, why couldn't the other fuckin heavy guy been in a car when I blew them up.'

He loaded the the recoiless rifle again and crawled under the already destroyed SUV. He took aim and fired just below the matador. He knew trying to hit the man with a rocket would fail, but he hoped to possibly make him fall or at least buy enough time to get to a better position.

He switched back to the M249 and continued to move until he was out from under the vehicle. Getting up and running to a new position before taking cover behind the wall of a building he readied himself to attack if the meathead either had to reload or overheated his weapon.

 

[Athol]

"I don't think Granny is gonna like that one bit."

"Well that's her problem...she knows how I operate."

"Remind me never to cross you. Tell the others I'm entering the building."

"Heh...will do." She replied. Digging her phone out from underneath her armour, she sent a 'heads up' text to the others. She was just starting to think about abandoning the van, it was kinda obvious she was there now, when a burst of fire from an SMG tore up the van from the rear.

Cursing, she collapsed onto the floor of the van as best she could, a couple of bullets grazed her through a gap in her armour, over top of that she could hear the distinctive sound of a pair of RPKs firing. "Titim gan éirí ort!" She yelled at her attacker, while fumbling to get her 74 free; once the gun was in hand, she rolled onto her back, flicked the safety off, and emptied the magazine through the back of the van. She was rewarded with the sound of somebody screaming in pain.

After a bit of a struggle, she got herself back up right, and exited the van. About 20 feet behind the van she found two Conkies laying on the asphalt. One had died when he caught a bullet through the throat, while the other clutched at spreading bloodstain to his stomach.

"Tu madre es puta y pendeja..." He gasped as Milli looked around for other threats. "Pinche carbon. You fucking whore...I don't know who the fu-" His final words were cut short when Milli shot him between the eyes with her CZ. "Feis ort" She said softly, holstering the pistol, and swapping in a fresh AK mag. Going back for the KORD, she swore under her breath...a shot from one of the two newly dead 'bangers had smashed the breach; now it was just dead weight.

Thinking quickly she made her way back to Drifter's Nova, rummaging around until she found a box of road flares. Taking a couple back to the dead machine gun, she lay it on the floor of the van along with what .50 cal ammo she hadn't used yet; popping the flares and tossing them onto the pile and she started walking toward the Conquistador's towers.

 

[NeoAC]

"Fuuuuuck!"

Daryna turned at this exclamation, although the lack of a Spanish accent kept her from bringing her recently cleaned gun out front with her. It was the old lady's blood, and judging from his exclamation, he wasn't used to seeing so much of it.

"Well, I guess that's him, he was definitely wearing a tracksuit like that when we spotted him. Well, that's one down. C'mon, we gotta lure some more of 'em out."

She took the offered hand and stood up. "I hope I have enough bullets for all dis trash den. May have to start just beating heads of eediots in. Is no problem, but messier on clothes. Also, speak of beating, who fired rocket? I need to have...friendly chat...with them..."

 

[Daft Sikes]

Around three blocks away from the tower, Richard's bike came to a sudden stop, nearly catapulting him from his seat. From his perspective, he could see smoke billowing from the location of the towers, and could hear the sound of gunfire and shouts echoing both from above and down on the street. 'Well, looks like it's time to go on foot from here. Continuing on through the main road may invite some... unwanted attention.'

With a light chuckle, he dismounted his bike and brought it into a nearby alley. Maneuvering a dumpster, along with several cans and bags of garbage, his bike was soon hidden behind the trash that littered the area. Richard weaved through various alleyways, quietly making his way to the towers.

 

[Pm0n3y]

"Also, speak of beating, who fired rocket?" Daryna asked. "That is a goooood question." Deegan retorted. "And, considering that person almost blew my ass up, we might just have to tag team 'em." He raised his fist and smirked. After a beat, his smirking lips curled downwards. "No but seriously, I survived that by the skin of my teeth and that staircase is now totally unusable. Like, there is a ten foot gap between the first floor and this floor."

"There is also now crispy Spanish. I shoot other idiot in back," Daryna stated matter of factly as she finished reloading her pistols. "So since no going down, we go up?"

"Well, no, there are other ways down...but we do have a mission to keep up." Deegan mumbled a reply through a fit of pondering. "So to the third floor we go!" He lead the way, proceeding back into the staircase. The Ukrainian could only shake her head. "Such happy ignorance in youth," she said to herself. Pistols at the ready, she followed after him.

The second floor went silent after the two proceeded up. Then, footsteps could be heard rushing down the hallway before slowing down to round the corner. It was a man wearing a bloody white wifebeater, a yellow stripe riding own his black track pants. Bald and covered in heavy scars, he could only laugh as he approached the beheaded body of his fellow lieutenant.

"Daaaayyum, Gomez! They straight murked ya!" He was more impressed with the way his comrade was dispatched, rather than disappointed at the brutal passing of his ally. He kneeled to the corpse, further examining the exit wounds. "Wooo-wee! What an execution!" He chuckled some more. "Whoever fucked you up, I might have to get some tips from 'em! Before I gut 'em like a fish, of course. Or maybe after? Oooh, or maybe during!" He stood upright, and kicked and stomped at the corpse's chest, breaking the ribs. "Ahh, you useless fucking puta! You could've at least gotten their number!" He shook his head before bring forth the walkie talkie that sat on his waistband. "Matador, it's Ricky. Gomez got fucked. Went out like a fucking pussy, I bet."

Back in Building One, Fredrick was quite enjoying his little skirmish with David. He found himself a little surprised at the heat the young man was carrying, as it was more than enough to rip through the concrete roof he stood on. "Wonder where a guy like you could get such firepower..." He pondered under his breath. With the ground under his feet substantially weakened, Matador took the incentive and jumped. Not off the roof, of course, but straight up. His bulky body provided more than enough weight to assist with causing the roof to crumble. He fell, landing feet first in somebody's apartment. Without a break in his stride, he continued to rain bullets onto his adversary, the walls of the house providing him with extra cover.

As soon as his ammo drums were empty, a message patched in, informing him of the death of a fellow lieutenant. "Hmp." He wasn't much impressed with the outcome. "Bolster our forces. Release the dogs." He replied shortly, turning his attention back to the task at hand. With a sharp whistle, a collection of mooks rushed into the apartment, each carrying an RPG. "Drop 'em here." He grabbed for one as they placed the rockets beside him. Just then, he could watch David scurry behind a wall. Fredrick smirked as he took aim. "You ain't the only one with rockets, kid." PHFWSSH! His rocket blasted towards its target.

"Really? It's getting that serious, huh?" Ricky replied to no one. With a shrug and a smirk, he meandered down the hall, switching to another channel before bringing the walkie-talkie back to his mouth. "Take the doggies for a walk." He said simply, before proceeding into a nearby staircase. After the call, one door opened on each floor of each building. The once quiet hallways were filled with the reverberating growls and barks as these massive, rabid pit bulls began to occupy them. They had targets, and they were hungry.

 

[blaze96]

David heard the rocket leaving the tube and immediately broke cover, looking just long enough to see the window the trail of smoke came from. He was just barely able to escape the worst of the blast but he was sent flying and bounced of a vehicle, falling to the ground. He got up and shifted position again, switching to his M249 he was glad that he had picked the armor piercing ammunition. The wall wouldn't mean much to the caliber of bullet combined with the design of it.

He moved behind something that wouldn't explode if hit by a rocket and opened fire on the window the rocket had come from. If he didn't duck or move he would probably be hit multiple times.

 

[Athol]

Milli slowly made her way forward, she heard the first of the .50 cal beginning to cook off. Such a waste. She could see the tracers from the RPKs hammering David's position, and she considered taking a shot or two; but with the elevation of the target and her 74s stubby barrel, she'd just waste more ammo.

Making her way to the 'courtyard' between the two buildings she was surprised, but not exactly upset, that no-one was taking any shots at her. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised though...between my display with the heavy and me lookin' like the Michelin Man's psycho cousin makes sense they're keeping their heads down. Just as she finished that thought, the door to building two slammed open and a bunch of low grade Conkies came spilling out...but they weren't rushing to attack Milli, they were running from something. "What the hell?"

Her curiosity was answered a moment later when several quite large and very pissed off dogs came bursting outside. " Póg mo thóin." She muttered, trying to take aim. She started firing bursts into the approaching mass, hitting gang-banger and attack dog alike, but neither broke off their charge; the humans where more afraid of the dogs, and the dogs just seemed to get angrier.

The remaining Conkies flew past her at a dead run, and she was about to drop the last dog, when the bolt snapped open...empty mag. "FUCK!" Not having time to reload, she stuck her armoured forearm out and let that take the hit, while she fought to maintain balance as a pissed off 90 pound Pit Bull slammed into her.

Letting the 74 fall on its sling, she staggered as the dog tried to worry her Kevlar wrapped arm. Finding her balance, she drew her CZ again and shot the animal twice at point blank. Tossing the body aside, she slumped against a weed infested planter to reload her weapons, and send warnings via text and radio about the dogs. Don't care what Granny says...next time I'm fucking mortaring the target back to the goddamn stone age!

 

[NeoAC]

As she followed the kid up the stairwell to the third floor, a noise started ringing through Daryna's ears. A bad noise. A feral noise. "Do you hear?" she asked Deegan quietly. "Not good sound. Sound like...dogs."