FWTM: Incursion
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xp_logsRemy and Sarah make their way towards the Prime Minister's Office, but have to get through a heavy guard to reach him.
In the halls, the sounds of gunfire outside barely penetrated the alarms inside. It was moving into full crisis modes, as guards sought to seal off vital areas and staff raced to their positions. It was the middle of the night, but in the midst of an attempted war, which meant the building was as full as it would have been in a normal working day. The damage done to the building had granted Remy and Sarah quiet access, and they picked their route carefully, avoiding the main corridors and working silently through the old servant halls which riddled the building. There were guards, but they were silently dispatched, non-lethally if possible, lethally if necessary. While the men were just soldiers in the midst of something larger, they couldn't risk discovery. Not with millions of lives on the line.
The way to the Prime Minister's extensive offices were blocked by a strong guard, and a man wearing a dark uniform that was similar to Dacoit’s. Obviously the attack warranted close security. Remy eased himself away from his careful viewpoint, down the long hallway and considered the options.
"Ugly situation, Marrow. Long hallway, clean fields of fire and not much between us and dem. Ideas?"
"I could push you in, and hope they use all their bullets on you? Make the best of a bad situation and all." Sarah didn't smile, but something in her voice hinted that maybe she wasn't seriously considering throwing Remy to them. Probably because she knew they would never use all their ammunition on one man, no matter who he was. Then she would be outnumbered, dead, and probably fired too.
"Remy think dat we need to be a bit more subtle." He said dryly. The Cajun tested the door that they were huddled against, and it opened into a small office. Typical in most respects; desk, filing cabinats, chair on wheels. Remy paused, looked at the chair and than at the open door, and finally back at Sarah. "You up for a little office Olympics?"
***
The guards on the door were nervous, both of the sounds of combat near them and of the grim faced Guardsman in command. They called him Bhat, and he was as fearsome as his name implied. Commando was the English word, and the Sandhurst educated man accepted it with the same seriousness. He had been the elite of the elite forces, until his abilities were finally identified as mutant in origin. He was known to break soldiers who failed to follow his example of professionalism, and they treated him as warily as any threat.
At the end of the hallway, a wobbling door made its way into the hallway. Accompanied with a rhythmic squeaking sound, it started towards the guards, speeding up and starting to glow purple. Bhat looked at the men beside him and nodded. They shouldered their submachineguns and fired a pair of bursts, which should easily punch through the interior door. Instead, the bullets ricocheted off.
Behind the door, Remy winced as he held it up, charging it with his powers. As long as he pushed kinetic force into the door, it would resist lesser force directed against it, making it bulletproof. He was kneeling on the moving chair, as it was pushed forward by Sarah.
The guards became increasingly agitated as the door moved closer. They were unable to see what was behind it, but the unexpected indestructible nature of the door suggested they had a fight on their hands. Sarah stopped the chair a few feet from their end of the hallway, and glanced down at Remy. "Now?"
"Now." Confirmed LeBeau, as he tossed the door at the group of guards and dove the other way. When the door made contact, it exploded in spectacular fashion, killing one of the guards and disabling two others. Sarah and Remy were now close enough to attack directly, neutralizing the advantage of the guns.
Bhat had avoided the explosion easily, and pulling out his pistol, shot Sarah twice. The rounds went cleanly through her right shoulder, spinning her around but far from disabling her.
Sarah laughed, pulling a bone from her shoulderblade and swinging it swiftly like a baseball bat towards his face. "Feel better now that you've gotten that out of your system?"
Bhat caught the end of the bone, and yanked forward, pulling Sarah off balance enough to shot her in the gut. "Yes, quite." He said accentlessly.
Remy lashed out with a card, nearly decapitating one of the remaining soldiers, and the man's burst went into the ceiling instead of towards them. One of the others lunged at LeBeau, his combat knife slashing a wide arc. The Cajun sidestepped the blow, caught the man by the throat, and snapped his neck with a twist of his hands. "You need help, Morrow?" Remy said, shouldering away the corpse as more security came up the hallway.
Growling, Sarah pulled a smaller bone from her thigh and sent it flying towards Bhat's hands. "You could help me get that fucking gun out of his hands," she muttered exasperatedly, "and later I'm going to make him swallow it."
"When Remy have de time." He muttered, tossing a card that arced and then curved to impact directly into the chest of more security coming around the corner. He pivoted, his staff snapping out to full extension, and lunged at Bhat, who improbably snaked out of the way. Remy had to duck to avoid being shot in the head, and Bhat yanked the staff to force him off balance. He spun, blocking Sarah's strike with a neat parry in at her wrist, stopping the sharpened bone tip from reaching him, and kicked out at her knee, looking to knock her to the ground.
"Oh, fuck no," came the annoyed growl from Sarah as Bhat kicked her legs out from under her. If she was going down, she was sure as hell bringing him down with her. She reached out in an attempt to hook her arm around the leg he kicked her with, ready to hold on for dear fucking life.
Sarah's grip put him off-balance for a moment, and Remy lashed out with a kick. However, Bhat moved almost impossibly fast, striking LeBeau on the inside of the knee, and for good measure, splitting open his eyebrow with the barrel of his pistol with a whipping blow. As the Cajun reeled back, Bhat stomped at Sarah, trying to dislodge her and finish her off.
Sarah smiled cruelly from the floor, and took Bhat's moment of distraction to grab the sharpened bone from where it had fallen as her knee had given out. Before he could react, Sarah slammed the bone into his groin, and pushed him backwards as he howled and flailed in pain.
He reeled back, clutching his injured self, and Remy mercifully put him out with a blow to the back of the head. "Someone been getting dere relationship frustrations worked out?" He said as he helped Sarah up from the floor.
Sarah shrugged, pushing herself up off the floor with a wince. "Yeah, those non-existent relationships are just hell. Personally, I like to think I did that because the fucker shot me."
"Fair enough."
In the halls, the sounds of gunfire outside barely penetrated the alarms inside. It was moving into full crisis modes, as guards sought to seal off vital areas and staff raced to their positions. It was the middle of the night, but in the midst of an attempted war, which meant the building was as full as it would have been in a normal working day. The damage done to the building had granted Remy and Sarah quiet access, and they picked their route carefully, avoiding the main corridors and working silently through the old servant halls which riddled the building. There were guards, but they were silently dispatched, non-lethally if possible, lethally if necessary. While the men were just soldiers in the midst of something larger, they couldn't risk discovery. Not with millions of lives on the line.
The way to the Prime Minister's extensive offices were blocked by a strong guard, and a man wearing a dark uniform that was similar to Dacoit’s. Obviously the attack warranted close security. Remy eased himself away from his careful viewpoint, down the long hallway and considered the options.
"Ugly situation, Marrow. Long hallway, clean fields of fire and not much between us and dem. Ideas?"
"I could push you in, and hope they use all their bullets on you? Make the best of a bad situation and all." Sarah didn't smile, but something in her voice hinted that maybe she wasn't seriously considering throwing Remy to them. Probably because she knew they would never use all their ammunition on one man, no matter who he was. Then she would be outnumbered, dead, and probably fired too.
"Remy think dat we need to be a bit more subtle." He said dryly. The Cajun tested the door that they were huddled against, and it opened into a small office. Typical in most respects; desk, filing cabinats, chair on wheels. Remy paused, looked at the chair and than at the open door, and finally back at Sarah. "You up for a little office Olympics?"
***
The guards on the door were nervous, both of the sounds of combat near them and of the grim faced Guardsman in command. They called him Bhat, and he was as fearsome as his name implied. Commando was the English word, and the Sandhurst educated man accepted it with the same seriousness. He had been the elite of the elite forces, until his abilities were finally identified as mutant in origin. He was known to break soldiers who failed to follow his example of professionalism, and they treated him as warily as any threat.
At the end of the hallway, a wobbling door made its way into the hallway. Accompanied with a rhythmic squeaking sound, it started towards the guards, speeding up and starting to glow purple. Bhat looked at the men beside him and nodded. They shouldered their submachineguns and fired a pair of bursts, which should easily punch through the interior door. Instead, the bullets ricocheted off.
Behind the door, Remy winced as he held it up, charging it with his powers. As long as he pushed kinetic force into the door, it would resist lesser force directed against it, making it bulletproof. He was kneeling on the moving chair, as it was pushed forward by Sarah.
The guards became increasingly agitated as the door moved closer. They were unable to see what was behind it, but the unexpected indestructible nature of the door suggested they had a fight on their hands. Sarah stopped the chair a few feet from their end of the hallway, and glanced down at Remy. "Now?"
"Now." Confirmed LeBeau, as he tossed the door at the group of guards and dove the other way. When the door made contact, it exploded in spectacular fashion, killing one of the guards and disabling two others. Sarah and Remy were now close enough to attack directly, neutralizing the advantage of the guns.
Bhat had avoided the explosion easily, and pulling out his pistol, shot Sarah twice. The rounds went cleanly through her right shoulder, spinning her around but far from disabling her.
Sarah laughed, pulling a bone from her shoulderblade and swinging it swiftly like a baseball bat towards his face. "Feel better now that you've gotten that out of your system?"
Bhat caught the end of the bone, and yanked forward, pulling Sarah off balance enough to shot her in the gut. "Yes, quite." He said accentlessly.
Remy lashed out with a card, nearly decapitating one of the remaining soldiers, and the man's burst went into the ceiling instead of towards them. One of the others lunged at LeBeau, his combat knife slashing a wide arc. The Cajun sidestepped the blow, caught the man by the throat, and snapped his neck with a twist of his hands. "You need help, Morrow?" Remy said, shouldering away the corpse as more security came up the hallway.
Growling, Sarah pulled a smaller bone from her thigh and sent it flying towards Bhat's hands. "You could help me get that fucking gun out of his hands," she muttered exasperatedly, "and later I'm going to make him swallow it."
"When Remy have de time." He muttered, tossing a card that arced and then curved to impact directly into the chest of more security coming around the corner. He pivoted, his staff snapping out to full extension, and lunged at Bhat, who improbably snaked out of the way. Remy had to duck to avoid being shot in the head, and Bhat yanked the staff to force him off balance. He spun, blocking Sarah's strike with a neat parry in at her wrist, stopping the sharpened bone tip from reaching him, and kicked out at her knee, looking to knock her to the ground.
"Oh, fuck no," came the annoyed growl from Sarah as Bhat kicked her legs out from under her. If she was going down, she was sure as hell bringing him down with her. She reached out in an attempt to hook her arm around the leg he kicked her with, ready to hold on for dear fucking life.
Sarah's grip put him off-balance for a moment, and Remy lashed out with a kick. However, Bhat moved almost impossibly fast, striking LeBeau on the inside of the knee, and for good measure, splitting open his eyebrow with the barrel of his pistol with a whipping blow. As the Cajun reeled back, Bhat stomped at Sarah, trying to dislodge her and finish her off.
Sarah smiled cruelly from the floor, and took Bhat's moment of distraction to grab the sharpened bone from where it had fallen as her knee had given out. Before he could react, Sarah slammed the bone into his groin, and pushed him backwards as he howled and flailed in pain.
He reeled back, clutching his injured self, and Remy mercifully put him out with a blow to the back of the head. "Someone been getting dere relationship frustrations worked out?" He said as he helped Sarah up from the floor.
Sarah shrugged, pushing herself up off the floor with a wince. "Yeah, those non-existent relationships are just hell. Personally, I like to think I did that because the fucker shot me."
"Fair enough."
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