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[Athol]

The climb was more difficult than Milli had expected; the rungs of the service ladder were very tight to the wall, making it so she couldn't plant her feet a securely as she'd've liked, and every noise she made echoed pretty good, making her paranoid that some Conkie might hear her climbing and just blast her away while she was defenceless.

Eventually making her way up to the top of the shaft, she clambered aboard the top of the elevator car and crept over to a maintenance hatch. Now we just pop into the elevator, open the door, and kill anyone between me and Roberto's daughter...and here I thought it was going to be HARD... Before she could really get into chastising herself for attacking without a plan, the doors to the elevator opened, and she could hear a man and a woman speaking.

"It's bad enough you sent the rest of my boys out to get these bolillo el rulacho...but your dad is going to kill me if he hears I left you unguarded." The man said, in an almost pleading tone.

"I'll deal with daddy if needed. Anyways, the fifth floor is rigged and armed, and this elevator is the only way up, so I'll be fine...but if it makes you feel better, I'll go to the safe-room, and arm the traps up here too. Just tell the boys not to come back up without letting me know." The woman countered sweetly, obviously trying to placate the man.

"Fine." Came the long suffering reply. "I'll go down and see to things." "Good, because it's taking far too long for those fuckers to die!"

While the pair were talking, Milli had slid the hatch open, and was perched at the edge. Drawing her newly acquired knife, she waited for the guy to walk under her before she dropped in. Now in a Hollywood movie, she'd collapse her target under her weight and finish him off without anyone else being the wiser...reality rarely worked that way.

The reality was more like a cat-fight in a burlap sack, knees, fists, elbows, and a knife flailed about as Milli and her opponent struck at each other and fell to the floor; her in a desperate attempt to kill this fellow, and him in an instinctual reaction to get away from whatever had just landed on him. This went on for a minute or two before the Conkie let out a groan as Milli's blade hit something important. When that happened, his attacks ebbed considerably, allowing Milli to re-double her efforts with the blade. Untangling herself as she went, she stabbed the poor bastard about a dozen times in the head, neck, and upper torso, until he stopped moving.

Getting to her feet, Milli looked down in disgust at her blood covered clothes, but was interrupted before she could give them much thought. "Hey Raul? I heard-WHAT THE FUCK!" She looked up to see a Latino woman about her age standing in the hallway facing the open elevator. "You must be Ashley."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Drifter shot at several more gansters in the middle of courtyard, bodies began to pile as him and Monica tried to draw as much attention away from the attacking group as possible. But as the Conquistadors relented, suppressing and it was only for a few seconds did Drifter notice why. A group of them made their way to the parking lot and get inside their cars. Drifter cursed as he ducked behind a wall, seeing them get away but he wasn't done yet.

"Chloe, I need you to stay here. The drug runners are getting away." Drifter said, looking to her. "I'll be back, I promise!"

With that, Drifter sprinted back to his car. He dodged gunfire and explosions as she dashed across the street to the alleyway. He threw off his torn vest and shoved his rifle in the passenger seat as he peeled out of the alleyway.

"Let's dance." Drifter said as he let pushed his feet on the gas.

Cherry roared and surged forward through the littered streets. He spotted the fleeing cars, most of them were low-riders but modded to hell and back with a pimped-out van leading the pack. They tore through the streets, dodging traffic and occasionally mounting the curb to get as far away from Drifter as possible but he was faster.

Cherry caught up to the first one, trailing right behind the car as the driver tried to lean out and shot at him. Drifter responded kindly with a shot of his own but to the man's rear tires with his Skorpion. The burst from the submachine gun tore the tires apart and with only one hand on the wheel, the gangster lost control of the vehicle and flipped over. With the top down, the gangster flew into the air then onto asphalt as the car rolled over.

Cherry rolled up to the next one as well with relative ease. This one made the mistake of trying to ram Drifter off the street and into a wall as they sped down the road well over the speed limit. Drifter responded by ramming back, using Cherry's immense horsepower to beat this measly low-rider. The Conquistador's car failed him as Drifter pushed him into an oncoming truck. Shards of metal and glass flew every which way as Drifter pulled out at the right time.

Then Drifter intercepted two low-riders and the van in close proximity to each other, getting on the highway. Cherry roared as Drifter sped forward, weaving between cars. The gangsters saw Drifter approach and lit up the cars nearby to cause a traffic jam. Several motorists were shot and several more were injured as cars collided, clogging the road for Drifter but he spotted a stopped car carrier in the middle of the mess. The top ramp of the car carrier was down and Drifter knew exactly what to do.

Cherry sped off the ramp, clearing the jam in less than a few seconds. He landed behind the two low-riders, first opening up on the car on his left side. He riddled the driver with bullets before ramming into the second car, swiping the other car on the left side and spinning the conquistador out. As the car spun, Drifter opened up again as the second car was momentarily parallel with his car.

The van was ahead of him now as it plowed through a sedan and Drifter dodged a flying car. The rear doors flung open and inside he saw the inhabitants although not clearly because as soon as the doors opened, bullets started flying. Drifter swerved to avoid most of the damage but what bullets did come his way ricocheted off his armored hood and bulletproof glass. The barrage stopped when they had to reload so Drifter surged forward with an incendiary grenade in one hand. He got in range as they popped their clips in and with all the strength he could muster, Drifter flung the grenade into the van. The barrage poured again, grazing Drifter's arm but the grenade landed in the van and a few moments later the inhabitants were covered in flame.

The flaming vehicle screeched to a halt as the gang members ran out, trying to extinguish themselves. Drifter stopped a few yards behind and calmly got out. He drew his pistol and began shooting at the flaming Conquistadors. It was like shooting flaming fish inside a concrete barrel. He finished off the gangsters quickly and moved to the van. Inside, there was one last gangster with the remains of a hoodie draped over his burned body. Drifter put his pistol to the man's head but to his surprise, the man tried to move the pistol.

"What's your name?" Drifter asked out of curiosity.

"L-Leon Torres." The man said dryly. For man without lips, he still spoke somewhat clearly. "Wh-"

Leon wasn't able to finish his sentence as Drifter shot a bullet between the man's eyes or what remained of his face. Drifter walked his way back to Cherry and sped back towards the apartments. Hopefully the place hadn't collapsed to the ground with all the fighting they've been having.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

"Chloe, I need you to stay here. The drug runners are getting away. I'll be back, I promise!"

Chloe bit back a comment as her savior ran off to get into his car, then began mowing down gang bangers with all the skill of a professional driver. Despite herself, Chloe couldn't help but stare, impressed.

"Damna..." She muttered to herself. Chloe then turned to the other girl, and said, "Hey, think we can get a few more shots in?"

 

[Ruedyn]

Even Raul had learned a long time ago fair fights had no winners. Both would end up bloody and beaten, unless one was of much greater skill. They were fun to watch, though, but Raul wasn't one to please cameras. He liked being far away from those. He knew the Matador was a gunman, from the loud fighting outside, and he liked having people around him despite being good at his job. In this case, nice little doggies coming closer and closer as the seconds flew by. But that was Monica's problem right now.

The pups funneled in, but Raul had picked up his tools. A sledgehammer on a man's face yielded a nice bunch of teeth and skull fragments. And the body itself was light enough. a nice Luchadore stink meant the dogs went for the source of blood and strange meat, and soon they all regretted that. He could hear the Matador trundling down the hallway towards them. He waited for him to get closer, turning the corner and holding the body as though in a waltz, the bullets... didn't start whizzing past. Raul thought little of it as he charged, the dog next to him following. He was a good doggie.

Raul stopped, throwing the body up, high enough for him to slip through it's legs, throwing a handful of gore into the Matador's eyes as his leg jumped up too, catching his crotch easily enough. The matador squeezed, either pain or some sort of tactical thing it didn't matter. Raul pulled himself up, his sledgehammer in both hands as he brought it straight down on the Matador, like a carnival game.

Raul... was not expecting him to growl. The sledgehammer did naught but clatter against the lieutenant's skull. Fredrick showed a bit of a smirk as he retaliated by grabbing Raul by the collar. "Impressive, no?" He replied simply, before shoving the boy through the nearest wall. Saintly just sat there for a second. That was not how that was supposed to go, this was supposed to be unfair to the OTHER guy. Raul picked himself up a bit, pulling out his submachine gun. Time to even the playing fields, he thought as he approached the hole.

Matador stood his ground, and smirked through the slivers of light that shone through. "Go on son, try me." He goaded. Saintly didn't bother with hesitation, figuring it a bluff. He unleashed a hailstorm of bullets, attempting to empty his entire magazine in the... man?

Ripping through the man like paper, Matador stumbled back into a wall, the bullets pushing him back. The drab white wall became slick with red as he caved into it, sliding down to the ground. For a pause, the ringing echo of submachine bullet fire reverberated through the hall. It died down in time, the battle won. "So...that what that feels like." Fredrick interrupted the quiet moment, raising his head. "Hm. Can barely feel it, now that I think about it." With a smirk, he rose to his feet. "Okay my son. Wanna try that again?"

Saintly's smile dropped instantly. "Uh. I brought one mag." Raul tossed the gun aside, and drew his crowbar and tekkan. "Your move."

"Hmp." He was upon the boy, seemingly quicker than before. With a rush of his palm, Matador pushed Raul skyward, embedding him into the roof of the shambled apartment. Saintly stunned, Fredrick pulled him down, holding the heavy boy in his grasp. "Go on, regroup with your friends. I'll be down there shortly to round the rest of you up." And with a mighty swing, he cast Raul from the apartment by way of the window, setting the boy for a one stop drop into the parking lot.

Raul barely made a sound going down, but he did let out a loud "FUCK" and a groan when he met ground, ass first. He looked around, and started off to find the rest of his team. This job got a lot harder...

 

[figment of mind]

Monica caught up just in time to see Raul get tossed out of a window by the Matador, setting up a long fall for the former. She was quite worried about the fall and if Raul had survived it...but that could wait until she got away from his attacker, preferably before she booked the same flight as him. Quickly, she ran past the apartment that the two had busted through and got to the stairwell, rushing down it and trying to avoid any dead bodies that could have been clogging the path. Eventually, after multiple stumbles, she made it back to the lobby. She didn't hear any loud footfalls or any indication that the Matador was right behind her so, quickly, she maneuvered over her and Magic's trap and ran outside.

The first thing she saw when she was out was all of the devestation caused by her allies. Seeing all sorts of burning cars and wreckage from the Conquistadors counter attack made her slightly glad that they had split off into three teams instead of two...though she hoped that they hadn't ruined Deeg's ride, and consequently her ride back. Putting that out of her mind, she went back too looking for Raul, or really anyone else out there that could tell her the state that he was in.

 

[blaze96]

David for his part was leaning against a building trying to ignore the massive amount of pain he was in. The adrenaline had worn off for the moment and being thrown around like a ragdoll had apparently not agreed with him all that well. He was covered in cuts, bruises, ash, blood, and what he prayed to god was just a combination of ash and oil with a slight hint of unburned gasoline. There was most certainly at least one bruised or broken rib while he was at it and it probably wasn't the only damaged bone. However he was not going to let Matador get away or be somebody else's kill. He forced himself back up and began walking toward the building all the rockets had come from.

He was out of rockets and ammo for his LMG now, so he swapped to his pistol in his right hand resting on his left which was holding his knife. He was beyond being quiet now, a bit of old military false bravado kicking in.

"Matador, you fuck, get your ass out here! We aren't done yet and by god I'll kill you if it is the last thing I do! You and me, right in this damn parking lot you son of a *****, mono a mono! Don't you dare puss out on me and try to slink away or get killed by somebody else to avoid fighting me ya pansy!"

 

[Pm0n3y]

In the time it took for Diamond to roll to Deegan's side, the boy managed to whip out his guns in a fashion that looked practically synchronized. Looked like they had Ricky on the defensive. "'N I do to you...what I did...to fatty in tracksuit." The claim made him perk up, and bear a wild grin. "Ohhhh, so you were the one that took out Gomez! Holy shit, I am honored to be in your presence! Compliments to the executioner for such a grisly kill! Let me give you my regards." With a smirk, he slowly rose to his feet.

"If I'd knew you were the one, I would've thanked you proper while you were still in my grasp-" BLLL-LAT! Deegan didn't appreciate the clear disobedience, and sent some bullets through Ricky's leg. Taking a knee left him vulnerable, so Deegan rushed to meet him, bat first. "I thought she told you not to move!" With an echoing CRACK!, Ricky was sent flying backwards, to tumble down the stairs. "Yeah! Louisville Slugger, *****!" He yelled down. But, celebrations were short. Ricky only returned to his feet, spitting out only but a few shattered fragments of teeth.

"Meet me outside, girly, and we can discuss things proper. And ditch the kid." He replied simply, before proceeding downstairs. "H-how? That should've at least knocked him out...but instead he just laughed it off..." Deegan replied. "You should go finish him off, since he wants you. I'll see if anyone else is in this building." He told her, before bounding up another flight of stairs.

[hr]

Both Ricky and Matador exited their respective buildings, prompting to meet up in the courtyard. "Whoo boy, what happened to you?!" The executioner remarked with a laugh, commenting on all the new holes Fredrick acquired in his last skirmish. "Had a run in with a kid with an SMG. Seems like the gist of this group are in the parking lot." He replied simply. "Nah, there are still two of them in building two. A russian chick and some kid with guns too big for his hands. Kill the kid, but bring the girl to me if you see her."

Matador scoffed. "Like I take orders from you. And what're you gonna do during all this?" He asked his fellow lieutenant, the one already heading towards the parking lot. "Ain't it obvious? Imma go meet our new friends!" He laughed again. "This is fun, isn't it?" Fredrick chuckled as he entered the building Ricky exited. He had to admit to himself, it's been the most excitement he's had in awhile.

 

[Athol]

Milli and Ashley stared at each other for a moment before they moved. Ashley went for a weapon tucked into the small of her back while Millie, from her crouched position over Raul's corpse, threw her knife with an under handed flick at the other girl. Milli had been going for the 'Hollywood' style knife stick to stop the Conkie *****, but reality got in the way.

The knife flashed across the gap, and struck Ashley handle first, though it did buy her a moment. In that moment, Milli sprang forward and hit her with a full bore tackle. Got you no-FUCK! As Milli slammed Ashley into the wall, Ashley lost her grip on the weapon she was trying to grab, but she did counter Milli's tackle with a series of vicious rabbit punches to Milli's side.

Milli retaliated by slamming Ashley into the wall several times, before the repeated blows to her side made Milli break her grip. When that happened, Ashley returned the favour and slammed Milli into the opposite wall, before driving her to the floor, landing on top of her, and raining blows down on Milli's head. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Milli'd been expecting some soft little 'Daddy's Girl' not this...

Flat on her back, Milli desperately tried to shield her face while Ashley tried to pound her head into the carpeting. Tasting copper, she braced her feet and bucked her hips to throw Ashley off balance, she drove several hard blows into the other girl's side, before grabbing her around the waste and heaving her aside. Scrambling to her feet, Milli's hand snapped to her pistol, but she stopped herself. No, need her alive... Instead she went for the baton, extending it with a flick of her wrist. Attacking with the baton, she didn't give Ashley much of chance to recover, snapping blows at any exposed target. Five or six well aimed shots left Ashley bleeding and sobbing on the floor.

Baton in one hand, Milli grabbed a fist-full of Ashley's hair, and hauled her up. "C'mon *****, we've got some..." She was interrupted by Ashley trying to break free, which she cut short with swift blow to the back of Ashley's head with the butt of the baton. Retrieving her knife, Milli then hoisted the unconscious body over her shoulder and headed for an open door down the hall. Just hope she really was alone up here...though you think they'd've responded by now if she wasn't.

 

[NeoAC]

"Meet me outside, girly, and we can discuss things proper. And ditch the kid."

For someone who talked a big game about killing, Ricky was quick to beat a retreat to the outside. Bloodied knee and all, he got out quick. "Sick bastard," Diamond cursed as the Ukrainian accent returned.

"You should go finish him off, since he wants you. I'll see if anyone else is in this building."

"I'm not cyertain I should be flattered by that," Daryna answered, but the kid's reckless energy got the better of him as he flew up the next flight of stairs. She just shook her head. "Kids...I pray if I have...they not so stupid."

Daryna sighed as she moved to head down towards the stairs. Why I indulge maniac? Others are out there. They should take care of him. But...then I could not wipe smirk off his face myself. Still, is not smart to stick neck out just for that. Got to keep low...Fuck.

She stopped in her tracks when a new shooter entered the picture. Definitely wasn't Ricky. The scar-riddled body was replaced with something more akin to a brick house on legs. Actually, less of a house and more of an armory considering the guns he was carrying. He seemed to be progressing at a good pace so it was a quick decision to not run headlong into this mammoth being and turn tail. Diamond tried to be as quiet as possible, but it's tough to be quiet when something like that is emerging I can't take myself. No way that happens. I get kid as backup. Might work.

 

[figment of mind]

"Matador, you fuck, get your ass out here! We aren't done yet and by god I'll kill you if it is the last thing I do!"

That made Monica's job of finding at least someone easier. Considering the fact that, by her knowledge, noone in their group was called Matador...heck, she was pretty sure that noone else was alive out here besides her allies, she figured that it had to be one of them. She ran over to where she heard the sound coming from and soon enough found David, shouting at the top of his lungs. He seemed pretty pissed off at whoever he was yelling at. From the look he was giving the building she came out of, she guessed that she may have seen him...he was probably the big guy that Raul tried to take on.

It seemed for a moment that the big guy, the Matador, was answering, as he stomped out, causing Monica to hustle a bit away, towards David some. Luckily (maybe not) he chatted a bit with a slightly smaller but still quite large man before moving into building two (what's in there, a freaking party?). The other man decided to walk out to them instead, though he didn't seem to be in any move to cover Fredrick. Despite being a bit smaller than the Matador, he still seemed bigger than most of the group...and seemed a bit to jolly for her liking.

"So...i'm guessing that your not the person he was yelling at..." she said to the man, backing up a bit more and pulling out a couple of incendiarys.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Drifter drove back to the apartments where the fighting was still raging. He tore down the street and aimed at a fleeing Conquistador. The car sent the man flying as Drifter stopped Cherry on a dime and turned, drifting so that the Cherry would be facing the bullet-scarred apartments. He grabbed his assault rifle and began unloading on some figures he saw in the courtyard. He knew they were Conquistadors by the way they scurried away from his gunfire...except for one who stood defiantly. This one was larger than the others and covered in scars. Drifter steadied his rifle before firing but a incoming blast sent him to the ground, seeking cover. He left Cherry and sprinted to a burning wreck of another vehicle where he took cover as more bullets rained down on him. Drifter gave a quick glance at Cherry to make sure she wasn't damaged and sure enough, there were a few pock-marks where high-caliber bullets came towards him.

Now he was mad...

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Tired of just waiting, Chloe began reloading her guns, glancing up every now and again. When she was sure she was ready, she got to her feet and began running towards the building. A few Conquistadors seemed to be inside, waiting for anyone foolish enough to just rush in, but Chloe's charge caught them off guard, and they soon fell to her bullets.

"Too easy," she scoffed, "Wonder how everyone else is doing..."

Spoiler: OOC

Yeah, sorry for the lack of posts, I've been having a bit of writer's block with this one. Lemme know if I need to change anything.

 

[Athol]

Pushing into the apartment, Milli did a quick survey of the apartment, while looking for a place to set Ashley. Fortunately upon entering the living room she spied two things she needed, an old kitchen chair, and on top of a pile of BVPD gear, some hand-cuffs. Dumping Ash onto the chair, she snagged some cuffs and locked her in place, before checking out the rest of the place. Her search revealed little of note, save a stash of personal drugs and a couple grand in cash that she stuffed into her tac-vest. Spying what appeared to be a chin up bar, in a doorway facing the other building, Milli smiled as a plan came together while she went to retrieve her knife from the hall.

Returning, she checked to make sure Ashley was still out before she removed her from the chair, and cuffed both her wrists to the chin up bar. Using another set of cuffs on Ashley's feet, Milli then cut the other woman's shirt off and fashioned it into a crude gag. Once that was in place, Milli patted her down until she found what she wanted...Ashley's phone. Stepping behind her captive, Milli scrolled through the contacts until she saw one labelled ?Daddy?. Hitting

SEND

she grinned.

"Hola Corazoncito Is this important? I'm kinda busy." An older male voice answered. "Ay Papi Best you come to the window..." She replied, still grinning. 'Who the fuck is this? How did you get this number?." The voice spat, the anger instantaneous. "Now, now." She chided. "You shouldn't used such language where children can hear that...I'll have to fix that." Setting the phone to 'Speaker', she set it on the floor, then took up her knife. Using one hand to hold Ashley's head steady, Milli placed the blade against the top of Ashley's right ear, and with one fluid motion, sliced it off. THAT woke Ashley in an instant, her screams muffled by the gag. Profanity flew from the phone, while Mille switched to the other side. "I told you, you should come to the window." She said calmly, cutting the other ear off.

The curtains in the building opposite had been drawn, but now several flew open, and angry men with guns stood in place. Once again a mix of Spanish and English insults and threats spewed from the phone, but Milli ignored it, she'd simply wanted to get their attention...and now she had it. Keeping behind the bleeding and sobbing Ashley, she stroked the other woman's hair. "Poor thing, I'm sure when you were little you used to think your daddy was the most powerful person in the whole world; but now here we are, he's so close, but powerless to do anything...no child should have to see that." Grabbing a fistful of hair once again, Milli stuck the tip of the bayonet into one of Ashley's eyes, and then the other.

Releasing Ashley to flail about in blind agony, Milli picked up the phone, keeping behind her victim to deny anybody a shot. Ignoring what was going happening on the other end, she spoke clearly and loudly. "This is your penance for FUCKING WITH THE WRONG PEOPLE!" She barked, before tossing the phone away. Going back to Ashley, she stabilized her head once again, then drew her blade across the throat. With Ashley now bleeding profusely, she exited the apartment, heading for the elevators.

Using the emergency release for this floor, she pried the door to the un-powered open and swung onto the maintenance ladder. Now to get the fuck outta here. She thought as she began her decent.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Fredrick only sighed as he saw the brief silhouette the girl run off, with the echo of her boots striking ground bouncing through the quiet lobby. "That might've been the one Ricky was talking about...hmph, i'm not his messenger boy." He scoffed before heading in an opposite direction, going up a flight of stairs that weren't demolished.

Daryna finally caught Deegan as she sprinted up the next floor. "Keed," she said, slightly out of breath as she tapped him on the shoulder. "We hawe problem. Crazy man replaced by Tank man. Not as easy to take out. May be need more firepower." Deegan, almost startled by the girl's sudden reappearance, didn't immediately know what to make of her words. "More firepower? D'you think some of these guys won't go down with regular ol' bullets?" He took a beat to reconsider what he said. "Then again, Ricky got up and ran off like it was nothing, even after I put three bullets in his knee..." As he pondered, a door creaked open from behind the two. Slow, heavy steps rounded a corner. From the dim glow of the emergency lights, Matador could see the faces of those he was sent to oppose. His eyes widened at the sight of Deegan, while the boy's guise instantly crumpled into an ugly scowl. His mind cleared. He remembered why he was here.

Spoiler: Music of the Moment: Drumroll by P.O.S.

"Ahh, so you're behind all this, eh? I'd have to admit, i'm actually impressed." Fredrick began. Deegan opted out of formalities, rushing towards the man with his bat in hand, and yell that echoed through the hall. "I mean, it took you people quite awhile to retaliate, but wow. When you take revenge, you definitely grab it by the horns." He ended the boy's brief barrage, yanking the bat from his hands before snapping it in two. Daryna watched the kid once again charge foolishly into the fray and quickly get dispatched by the hulking mammoth.

"Told you," she said, trying to get the American accent back on. "We needed more firepower."The massive man grabbed at Deegan's shirt in the same motion, lifting him to face level. "Lemme get a good look at ya..." As the Matador lifted Deegan up by the shirt, Diamond shot the cloth away, causing the kid to fall back to the ground. "I do not think so."

Deegan rolled away, causing a rollicking chortle to escape from the massive man. "Who is this girl, chico? Did you actually look for help outside of your pathetic gang? I'm surprised. Didn't think this little event could be a Royal's plan. What is she, russian? An Iron Bull? And all the other kids, do they belong to gangs too? Or did you and some of your schoolyard friends decide you wanted to finally get back at us?" He remarked. "Don't worry about that." Deegan spat back. "Worry about me." He produced his batons.

"No Russian here," Diamond replied as she aimed her pistols at the massive target before here. She smiled at the large Hispanic man. "Just a girl hawing some fun." She was hoping to draw some attention as Deegan moved into position but with some disappointing weaponry. Batons? Really? Homeland people use them for kindling, kid!

Fredrick laughed again. "Ohh, the two of you are just too much for me." He was upon Deegan, much faster than the boy anticipated. "This speed-!" He was back in his clutches yet again. "But I think I can manage." He looked to between the boy and Diamond. "Come to me. Both of you. Show me just what you two bulls can do." He replied, using a mighty swing to toss Deegan through an apartment door. Said door collapsed in with the boy, throwing it off of its hinges, and bringing further light out into the hallway.

A sigh escaped Diamond's lips as she shook her head upon seeing the Kid get dispatched through another door. "Idiot," she commented as she turned her attention to the Matador. "All right, I guess no way to bargain out of this, hmmm? You seem intent on ending our little march right now."

"Well, I initially intended on keeping you all alive so I could learn just who planned this attack. But things started getting out of hand once I saw droves of my men die at the hands of your task force. Besides, I have all the evidence I need with just my little friend over there." In his reply, he looked into the apartment, to see the door where Deegan once laid, but no Deegan. "Heheh, chico can take a hit, huh? 'Specially for a guy of his size." He replied with a laugh.

"Well," Daryna laughed with him. "he has to hawe something to justify his recklessness, no? Anyway, enough pleasantries. You want me to come over there to kill you," as she brought the guns back up to eye level, the fake American accent slipped away, "Or will you come here and make it easy for me?"

"You're free to do whatever you like." He replied simply, crossing his arms. "Meh, all this time in America has made me lazy," she reasoned, firing a shot at Matador's shoulder. Naturally, the bullet planted itself in the massive lieutenant, causing him to stumble a little from the immediate force. "One bullet? That's it? Are you out of ammo or something?" He asked, now deciding to approach the girl. Diamond was a little stunned that the bullet had minimal effect on the burly man. She took a step back but tried to maintain her presence. "Just seeing what hurts," she explained. "Even the great Achilles had his heel." She fired another shot, this time from the left gun, aiming at the Matador's stomach.

The bullet did nothing more than break his stride. "I've already been pumped full of lead. I don't think single bullets work on me anymore." Within half of a blink, he'd have her suspended in the air by straps on her vest, and a number of jabs planted in her stomach. "To be honest, I just don't feel it anymore. I gotta admit, these drugs were way more potent than any of us might've expected."

Keeping ones composure is very hard once the breath starts getting punched out of you. For Daryna it only took a couple before she was doubled over. However, she could still hear the conversation. Once he took a break, she was able to gasp out, "Drugs? ...What...drugs?"

"Not entirely sure, to be honest. Roberto said something about them being highly unstable...experimental...nano whatevers...micro somethings...I don't know." He slammed her into a wall. "But you shouldn't worry about that right now." He walked into the apartment, with Diamond still airborne. "Now? You should be worrying about what's going to happen to you next." He looked ahead, towards the windows. "I tossed one of your other guys out a little bit ago. He was big, and his armor was durable, but I wonder if you'd survive the drop like he did."

Too enticed with the girl's inevitable demise, Matador failed to prepare himself for Deegan, the one who rushed up behind him to shove his tazer into one of his wounds. Such a steady shock caused Fredrick to drop Daryna. She was stunned from the wallbanger, but not as stunned as the Matador was after taking a tazer hit from the Kid. She fell hard to the ground, but was able to act before Fredrick could break free of that electric feel. She swept the leg, trying to get the hulking Conquistador down to her level, and she was successful as he fell like an Italian on a football field.

It was hard to move but she was able to get her gun pointed at the Matador's neck. "You won't surwife that drop. Drug or no drugs." As the quickly as Matador jumped back to his feet, Deegan fired his pistols and Daryna followed suit, pumping as many bullets as she could carry into the behemoth to try and ensure his demise. It was enough firepower to keep the man from gaining any footing. He stumbled further and further away from the two. He began to press up against the window he planned on sending Daryna out of. Out of ammunition, Deegan tossed the pistols to the side, and crouched into a sprinter's position. "We're ending this!" Like a bullet he sped towards Fredrick, screaming all the way.

Daryna's incredulous realization that the Kid had such agility even after breaking a door with his back was overwhelmed by the exacerbated realization that he was going to try and body check the Matador out of the window. "Eedyot!" She looked around and grabbed a nearby chair and convinced she wasn't going to be able to beat the speedy Deegan, she hucked it at the staggering Fredrick.

As she expected, the chair never reached the two, as Deegan was much closer. CRASH! the sound of shattering glass rang through the apartment, as Deegan tackled the Matador out of the fourth floor window. Much to his surprise, the fall was much briefer than he expected. FWRASH! Said fall came to an instant stop atop an SUV, in which its cabin was capsized by the weight of the massive brick house lieutenant.

The two managed to land in the parking lot, where the battle with Ricky still raged on. Deegan, more sore and exhausted than anything, rolled off of Fredrick's bloody, hole riddled body, and quickly met the black pavement. "Benji...I did it...we..did it-" His sentimental hero spiel was cut short as he looked on in sheer horror, and watched Matador sit upright. "Not yet you haven't." The lieutenant picked up the boy, and rammed him through a windshield. "Stay. I'll be back for you after we've finished off your friends." As he walked into the fray, Deegan did as he was told, and his eyes fluttered shut.

As the two fell, Daryna ran to the window, mostly to check and see if there were any signs of life from the two, but they were quickly answered when the Matador sat up, like some unstoppable zombie Frankenstein. After seeing him drive the Kid into the SUV glass like a nail in a board, she dug around in her jacket, desperate to dig out some bullets to reload, but by the time she got them out, the Matador had moved on.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," she cursed as she thought about her next course of action. The only thing she could think to do was not be in the same apartment once the Matador came back up here, so she bailed, moving past the broken off door to find some place she could think.

 

[booksv2]

After dealing with those who had rushed down the stairs and taken care of them and the aftermath dogs Magic had started to follow the girl up the stairs when he had turned to look at a door that had floated open. Turning back and starting to follow her again he stops when he realizes that she is gone, vanished. Looking around and cursing under his breath he doesn't want to call out for her just in case someone who is looking for his blood came instead. Looking back up and down the dark hallway he is in Magic slowly walks down the hall towards the door that had floated open before and holding one of his knives in one hand and his gun in the other he slowly opens the door to find a cowering woman holding her baby who starts to scream when the door is opened and puts her hand over her own mouth when she sees him.

Looking down at the woman and wincing to himself Magic slowly and quietly shuts the door behind him and keeps walking down the hall. Almost half an hour he is still impossibly lost and had only met the one woman even with the several explosions he had heard and the shaking of the building along with the screams that has been going on all around him. Even though he had heard the screams and yelling along with the guns and what sounded like tanks taking pot shots at the building Magic was pretty relaxed, if for no other reason than he had yet to meet anyone in the last half hour and no had been going after his blood. But the tickling of the hairs on the back of his neck said something was wrong, very very wrong.

Swallowing and wiping his forehead which was now drenched in sweat Magic starts walking faster. Quick walking down the hall he had found himself in he looks out the window in one of the apartments and sees he is on the ground floor. Running faster and looking around he smiles in triumph as he sees a door ajar at the end of the hall with sunlight streaming through. Sprinting down the hall towards it he hits the door with one forearm making it slam open as he runs into the sunlight and into the parking lot. Not paying attention where he is or where he is going as he enjoys being outside the dark hotel his eyes are blinded as he runs into what feels like a wall. falling to the ground and looking up as his eyes adjust and he takes in the giant he had ran head first into, and had not moved an inch.

 

[blaze96]

David saw Matador enter the parking lot and saw that he had already been shot quite a few times. Apparently none were kill shots but the sane part of him was glad that this might be just slightly more fair. He tossed the pistol to the ground keeping only the knife.

"Alright Matador, you and I got a bit of unfinished business. I'm not one to leave unfinished business, so let's get to it then."

Matador raised an eyebrow at the man that opposed him. It was the one that he had a shoutout with just a few minutes prior. "Ah, so you managed to survive all that? This team of yours is just full of surprises." He raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms. "But what do you think you can do to me in my current state?" He leaned in close, his inquisitive guise stiffening into a arrogant grimace.

"Unlike my friends here, I know how to actually kill a person. Not just put some new holes in their chest to jump start a rap career." David had kept himself a measured distance away from Matador and kept his knife at the ready.

"Oh yeah?" Fredrick stood up straight. As if he were looking for a hug, he held his arms out. "Go on then. Try me." He said simply.

"Oh don't worry, I will. But before one kills a monster they must first weaken it." Before he'd finished the sentence he moved forward rolled and slashed the matador's ankle before backing off again.

David cut deep, enough to drop the massive man to a knee. But his face showed no pain. "Mmm." The act seemed more trivial than anything. Matador stood up once more. "Alright. Now do it again." He commanded.

David was still running on the adrenaline at this point and while some part of him realized this was an obvious trap he didn't listen to it much. It did however keep him from attempting the role again, he ran towards matador getting ready to slash at the man's knee but also gripping the knife as hard as he could to get ready forwhatever retaliation awaited him.

Fredrick simply reached out, grabbing David by the neck. As he lifted him up, Matador's free hand grabbed for the man's armed hand. "Fast, huh? Just like you and all your friends, I'm full of surprises too." He put immense pressure on the wrist he had in his grasp. "Wanna drop the knife, or do you want me to take your arm? You're about to lose your wrist either way."

David loosened his grip on the knife but at the same time used his position to swing his body foward and kick him in the crotch with all the momentum he could muster.

"Knew it was a trap." he choked out.

"Not a trap. Rather, an inevitability. Especially the way you were handling the attack." He released his grip on David's neck, but swung him into a nearby sedan by his wrist. "Now, your first attack failed. And that's okay. It's still early in the fight. Got anything else?" He asked.

David bounced off the Sedan and released the knife only to pick it up with his other hand and stab Matador's wrist with the Bowie Knife, twisting the blade as he did so to maximize the damage and remove the knife cleanly.

"How's that one?" He asked as he gasped for breath.

"RRRGH!" Fredrick grabbed David again. The knife twist made the lieutenant's teeth clench. "Not bad." He slammed David down onto the car's hood. "But I thought I told you to let go of that knife?" He slammed him into the hood several more times, the metal beginning to crater as he did so. "Now I gotta punish you." Fredrick tossed David upwards. In one rapid motion, he grabbed him by his legs.

"Drop it." Yanking him out of the air, he slammed the man once more in the hood, and then once into the windshield. "Drop the knife." His voice was calming as he slammed David into the glass once more. "Let it go, Chico. You won't like it if I take it from you myself." The glass had broken by this point. He had crashed David through the car by now.

David coughed up some blood but enough adrenaline was going through him that he was able to keep pushing forward.

"Go fuck yourself." He then pushed his legs out before immediately pulling them back in, using the Matador's inclination to keep him held in place against him. Causing him to stumble and hit his head on the car, David sat up and stabbed the knife into the Matador's back as close to the man's spine as his position allowed. He didn't twist this time knowing the knife wouldn't come out easily thanks to the serrated back end. David held on for dear life, knowing that thanks to the design he wouldn't lose his grip on it with at least one hand. If matador wanted the knife out, he would be taking a large chunk of his back with it.

"Cling to that knife if you want, boy. It will be your downfall." Fredrick replied through a groan. The had to admit, the boy was tenacious. But he had really grown tired of that knife. "You've lost your knife privileges, kid." As quickly as he could, Matador reached for the hand that held oh so tightly to the knife driven into his back. CRRNCH! The fingers grasp on to the weapon were crushed, relinquishing the grip on the knife. "Nothing else for you to hold on to." He grabbed David's legs again. Like a baseball player up to bat, he swung the ex-solider into the sedan's door. He did it once. Then twice. And even a third time. "Gotta say, you got me good with this knife, kid." He dropped David, reaching for the knife still in his back. "Ooh. Now this, I can feel." He decided to leave it in. It felt like it was holding on to quite a bit.

"Serrated...blades...are a...*****...aren't...they?" David choked out through clenched teeth, pain wracking his body as he tried to gather himself to continue.

"Funny...that...you were...so sure...my knife...wouldn't...matter." With every breath he forced his body to get up yet again. He had no idea just in how bad of shape he was in currently, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep going like this. He grabbed a shard of broken glass clutching it in his one good hand as he got up. He gritted his teeth as it dug in and he forced himself forward and lunged for Matador's chest, sinking the jagged glass as far as it would go. He aimed for the heart but was hoping it would hit anything that would be important enough to slow matador down enough that he couyld regain himself even a tiny bit.

As if it were a minor inconvenience, Matador tossed David away once more before casually plucking away the shard of glass. Before he could approach David any further, a call broke through on his blood soaked walkie-talkie. "Fredrick." It was different. It had been awhile since his leader addressed him by his real name. "Roberto?"

"They found her, Fredrick. They killed Ashley." Matador was shocked. "Wha-...how?!" He replied with clear concern. "Some red headed *****...she made a whole fucking show out of it...fuck...who are these people, man? Who's been killing my men this whole time?" The despair was clear in Roberto's voice, even as he tried to keep his demeanor calm. "It's the Royals, Roberto. A kid managed to spring a surprise attack...they hired mercs I guess, people from outside the gang." Matador explained. It took a second for Roberto to reply properly. "I'm leaving with Maria. Make sure we aren't tailed. And make sure none of these people leave here alive." He said.

"I know." Matador replied simply. His composure was held for only so long. Soon enough, he clenched on the walkie-talkie, squeezing it hard enough for it to crumble in his hand. His blood was pumping, a seething rage had began to boil from within. "My goddaughter...dead. I thought we hid her well, I thought maybe she could handle herself if it ever came down to it...GODDAMIT!" with a monstrous roar he grabbed for David, whatever he could get his hands on, and launched him straight up with all of his strength. "Alright. I'm done playing around. These kids have to die." He began off, leaving David to deal with gravity.

...Or, he would've began off, if his vision hadn't began to blur. He fell to his knees. "Ggk...hhh..." The world began to spin, as blood leaked from every hole. His heart began to hurt. The immense loss of blood finally caught up with the brick wall lieutenant. He clutched at his chest. "No...not now...UUUURGH!" With one last push, he tried rising to his feet, only to fall forward, a thunderous rumble accompanying the collapse. Blood pooled around the lifeless body, a sign of a sure defeat.

"Oh hell." Was all David managed before he landed on top of the man, feeling the hilt of the knife land one last hard blow into his side. He rolled off, twisted the knife to remove it, and for good measure stabbed the Matador in the side of the head, the neck, and the heart. He wasn't going to pretend like the guy couldn't be playing with him once more.

Once the blade was back in its sheath with the blood wiped off, David coughed up a not inconsiderable amount of blood and felt everything hit him all at once. The pain was intense enough that he didn't even have time to process a thought before he immediately went unconscious.

 

[Ruedyn]

The fight with the massive Matador was shameful, and it cost him his crowbar and sledgehammer. Saintly was smart enough to make sure there wouldn't be any fingerprints, and the two were just tools. Nothing to trace them back to Granny, he could come back for them later. After dragging himself back to the car, he went with his old reliable and the new thing, a club with shards of some sharp shit on the sides. Leaving the empty and apparently useless gun behind, he began stalking through the parking lot.

There were less men, and on an even happier note no dogs sniffing around, but there were still some targets to go, no? Hopefully not the bullet sponge. Maybe the psycho with knives... Raul found someone, anyways. Shouting something Raul tuned out. Not too difficult considering his ringing ears, how people could use guns without ear protection scared and confused him. Saintly drew his macuahuitl and used the cars ti get closer, drawing closer and closer...

Bald, covered in scars, holding a box cutter and a razor. Seemed like him. He stopped talking, Raul hid behind a car and quieted his breathing. Footsteps, towards him? Yep. Of course, Saintly looked around, and had a sudden realization.

His hood was seen over the hood and you could see his shoes under the car.

'Well. Whatever.' Raul sprang up, faster than a man who just fell out of a building had any right to move as he climbed on to the top of the car, giving a wild slash to keep Ricky away from him. He was sure he said something, and Raul decided to nip the in the bud with a quick lunge forward and a kick to the jaw. Raul stepped back, and climbed to the trunk of the car, hopping off and circling around. Ricky slashed at him relentlessly, making the kid back up, trying hard to stay out of range and dodge those attacks. The two danced through the lot, the sound of somebody repeatedly getting smashed echoing through the lot, Raul wound up an attack as his back pressed up against a wall. Saintly sidestepped, bringing down a massive overhead swing.

Ricky's arm flopped on the ground, and the executioner could only look at him with a shocked expression and a glare, before slowly being overwhelmed by pain. Raul gave an approving nod to the aztec weapon with a hard to pronounce name as he cautiously and quietly stepped to his nub side. Raul was always one to press an advantage. Literally disarming someone was always pretty good. Saintly hesitantly raised his weapon, as Ricky inched forward. As he was about to bring the weapon down, Ricky sprang up, trying to get a desperate stab at his throat. Raul acted from reflex, bringing his knee up in time to catch him at the throat, and swinging his weapon down. It caught him at the shoulder, a strong enough strike to go all the way through.

Ricky attempted to airlessly scream, spraying blood and trying to crawl away. Raul felt bad for him. He placed a foot inbetween in shoulder blades, bringing the weapon to the back of his head to aim. Despite bloodloss and shock, the executioner struggled as he realized what was going on. Raul raised the weapon, and dropped it. The sound was... unpleasant. He tried to not kick the head around as he went off to look for his friends.

 

[Ruedyn]

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[Athol]

Milli reached the ground floor much the same way she'd gotten onto the top floor, via the roof of an elevator car, though this time without the ensuing fighting. Once again using overrides, she pried the elevator doors open and stepped into a darkened hallway. Right...the emerg lights must'a run out of juice. Picking her way down the poorly light halls, rifle in hand, she waited for an ambush but one never came, those that might have fought either died, ran away, or weren't as brave as they thought themselves to be; regardless of the reasons, she made it back outside without getting attacked.

Slowly making her way around the complex in search of the others, she came across a surprising but not unwelcome sight, the Matador face down in a 'too-large-to-be-healthy' pool of blood. While she'd never crossed paths with the man personally, she had heard plenty of stories. "Kinda always figured the Gov would have to nuke his ass...oh shit!" Lying next to the battered corpse of the Mexican giant was David.

After checking for a pulse, and letting out a sigh of relief when she found one, she lifted him up. After a bit of effort to both get him up, and get her feet back under herself, Milli started making her way back to where Drifter had dropped her off, carrying David ?fireman? [http://politedissent.com/images/jan07/carry4.gif] style.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Drifter raised his hammer and brought it down on the conquistador's head, busting it open like a watermelon. His drugged-out buddy tackled Drifter from behind and pinned Drifter against Cherry. He brought the sharp end of the hammer into the conquistador's shoulder then yanked it forward. Blood and bone covered the end of Drifter's hammer as he pulled it loose and making the gangster's arm go limp. Drifter kicked him off and swung his hammer into the man's head, cracking his head open. Drifter took a breather before noticing Milli arrive with an unconscious body on her. Drifter went and opened Cherry's trunk, fetching a first aid kit as he realized it was a badly wounded David.

"Put him in here." Drifter said oddly calm while he opened the door for David. "We need to take him to someone now by the looks of it."