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xp_logsRemy and Nico launch the start of the trap for Bulat.
The Constanta docks were quiet in the night, punctuated only with the odd sounds of heavy machinery from a late shift moving cargo or the water slapping against the concrete piers. In many ways, it was optimal circumstances for a clandestine meeting – not particularly well lit, impossible to entirely block off or cover, and all of the local avenues were used to trucks coming and going at all hours.
Normally, Remy would have been with the main force, ready to swoop down on Bulat as he appeared. But tonight, with Nico in the field, he’d decided to take her with him around the location’s perimeter. It wasn’t as much about keeping out of the line of fire as it was a lesson in how a basic ambush set, and the best ways to counteract them. He had them both low, moving quietly as the others got into position. Bulat would have a couple of men with him, but if he was the operator that they thought he was, he’d also have men with rifles in elevated positions where they could cover the meeting place.
That way, if one of his business associates decided to try and remove Bulat in order to avoid paying for his shipment, he’d find himself swiftly outgunned and vulnerable.
Breathing quietly, Nico remembered herself for the hundredth time things were going according to their plans. Freaking out was out of the question. She had drawn her Staff of One earlier, concealed it so the shiny golden top didn't work against them; if somebody would spot her, all they could see would be a girl clenching her hand, the staff successfully reflecting light all around it; it had been one of the first things she forced herself to master, because she had come to realize it was easier to fight with a weapon your enemy couldn't identify. Not that she wanted to get into any fight. At all. But anyway, ambush.
Looking up at Remy, Nico wondered how long would it take for them to see something happen.
Unlike Nico, the Cajun looked totally relaxed, leaning against the side of a crate. He was completely still, save for the movement of his eyes, which tracked across the industrial space. They waited in silence until one of the shadows moved, revealing itself as a man, who pulled himself to the top of a shipping container quietly. A finger from Remy held them both in place, and less than a minute later, a second shadow detacted itself and started down towards one of the crane insets. Remy didn`t speak, but his fingers flickered in a kind of rough sign language that `she`d been taught for operations.
The man on the shipping container was the first target, followed by the man in the crane.
Watching the men for a moment, Nico replied in the same sign language she had spent a good deal of time learning. Was she to get the first guy? It was the first guy right? Given his position she had a clear shot from a number of directions. Or were they both going to take on him? That didn't sound like a good plan. Whatever the answer, Nico got ready to move.
Remy motioned her to the first man. Normally, they'd work in tandem, but he wanted to see just what she had learned. The sightlines were to their advantage. Unless she allowed the man to get off a shout, no one would see the attack. Remy melted back into the shadows, skirting the edges of the stacked cargo as he got closer to the first target. Nico would have to pick her own approach, and decide just how to handle him. Fortunately, he was concentrating on his rifle scope, watching the meet and not paying attention to his surroundings
After a few seconds of internal debate, Nico decided what to do. She would have preferred to send the guy away, but the complexity of such magic demanded more time than she could spare, not to mention it could backfire spectacularly wrong if she messed up. No time to mess up. So she lifted a hand, index finger pointing at the back of the man's head like as if it was a gun, eyes going completely black as she started to mutter, more a lip movement than any actual talking. Nico's free hand had grabbed a piece of wood, which was quickly deteriorating in her hand as she muttered, and by the time she was done nothing but dust slipped off her fingers. Closing one eye as she aimed, Nico made the usual motion of somebody who pretended to shoot a gun, a single, nearly completely transparent projectile speeding towards the man, hitting in on the back of his head and enveloping him on a soft, almost invisible mist as he slowly -and most important, soundlessly- slumped to the ground, already unconscious.
Turning to the place she knew Remy was, Nico motioned him she was done on her side, and proceeded to carefully advance.
Remy nodded, although he paused long enough near the man to strip the scope from the rifle and toss it to Nico. As the crept over the cargo piles, he led them obiliquely towards the crane, largely blocked by the tumble of crates and shipping materials. Near the base of the crane, they stopped, and he motioned her up the closest stack of containers. From there, she'd have a perfect view of the last man, and if something happened to Remy, she'd still be able to complete the assignment. He waited until she was almost in position before he began to scale the crane silently.
Catching the scope, Nico followed suit and took her position in silence. So now she had to keep an eye on Remy. Cool, she could keep an eye, it was better than risking her neck, she thought. A moment of concentration allowed her to discern the diverse energy sources around her, pinpointing the familiar "scent" of Remy; even if she lost sight of him she would be able to locate him with ease now. As the man made his way to the other target, Nico started to prepare another shot just like the last one, just in case.
He moved quickly up the exterior of the crane, his enhanced agility obvious as he went. The man had positioned himself on one of the maintainance platforms, and was adjusting the rifle when LeBeau reached him. He waited for a moment, hovering above the platform with the guard unaware of his presence before he dropped, weight landing squarely between his shoulder blades. He tried to struggle, but Remy's grip pinioned his neck, and his movements quickly grew heavy and then stopped as the thumb pressed against his cartiod cut off the blood flow long enough to render him unconscious. Remy had no qualms killing the men, but he perfered to leave as small a footprint behind as possible for the local law.
Well, that went well. Nico made a small hand movement, and the not fired projectile wrapped upon itself and around her index finger, where she knew she could keep it stored for a short whole. Just in case, as always. Checking that they hadn't missed anyone -of course they hadn't- Nico made her way towards Remy, as she tried to check how good of a vantage point they had now.
When she got close enough, he motioned her to stop. "Now, we wait." he said, and turned his attention to the square.
The Constanta docks were quiet in the night, punctuated only with the odd sounds of heavy machinery from a late shift moving cargo or the water slapping against the concrete piers. In many ways, it was optimal circumstances for a clandestine meeting – not particularly well lit, impossible to entirely block off or cover, and all of the local avenues were used to trucks coming and going at all hours.
Normally, Remy would have been with the main force, ready to swoop down on Bulat as he appeared. But tonight, with Nico in the field, he’d decided to take her with him around the location’s perimeter. It wasn’t as much about keeping out of the line of fire as it was a lesson in how a basic ambush set, and the best ways to counteract them. He had them both low, moving quietly as the others got into position. Bulat would have a couple of men with him, but if he was the operator that they thought he was, he’d also have men with rifles in elevated positions where they could cover the meeting place.
That way, if one of his business associates decided to try and remove Bulat in order to avoid paying for his shipment, he’d find himself swiftly outgunned and vulnerable.
Breathing quietly, Nico remembered herself for the hundredth time things were going according to their plans. Freaking out was out of the question. She had drawn her Staff of One earlier, concealed it so the shiny golden top didn't work against them; if somebody would spot her, all they could see would be a girl clenching her hand, the staff successfully reflecting light all around it; it had been one of the first things she forced herself to master, because she had come to realize it was easier to fight with a weapon your enemy couldn't identify. Not that she wanted to get into any fight. At all. But anyway, ambush.
Looking up at Remy, Nico wondered how long would it take for them to see something happen.
Unlike Nico, the Cajun looked totally relaxed, leaning against the side of a crate. He was completely still, save for the movement of his eyes, which tracked across the industrial space. They waited in silence until one of the shadows moved, revealing itself as a man, who pulled himself to the top of a shipping container quietly. A finger from Remy held them both in place, and less than a minute later, a second shadow detacted itself and started down towards one of the crane insets. Remy didn`t speak, but his fingers flickered in a kind of rough sign language that `she`d been taught for operations.
The man on the shipping container was the first target, followed by the man in the crane.
Watching the men for a moment, Nico replied in the same sign language she had spent a good deal of time learning. Was she to get the first guy? It was the first guy right? Given his position she had a clear shot from a number of directions. Or were they both going to take on him? That didn't sound like a good plan. Whatever the answer, Nico got ready to move.
Remy motioned her to the first man. Normally, they'd work in tandem, but he wanted to see just what she had learned. The sightlines were to their advantage. Unless she allowed the man to get off a shout, no one would see the attack. Remy melted back into the shadows, skirting the edges of the stacked cargo as he got closer to the first target. Nico would have to pick her own approach, and decide just how to handle him. Fortunately, he was concentrating on his rifle scope, watching the meet and not paying attention to his surroundings
After a few seconds of internal debate, Nico decided what to do. She would have preferred to send the guy away, but the complexity of such magic demanded more time than she could spare, not to mention it could backfire spectacularly wrong if she messed up. No time to mess up. So she lifted a hand, index finger pointing at the back of the man's head like as if it was a gun, eyes going completely black as she started to mutter, more a lip movement than any actual talking. Nico's free hand had grabbed a piece of wood, which was quickly deteriorating in her hand as she muttered, and by the time she was done nothing but dust slipped off her fingers. Closing one eye as she aimed, Nico made the usual motion of somebody who pretended to shoot a gun, a single, nearly completely transparent projectile speeding towards the man, hitting in on the back of his head and enveloping him on a soft, almost invisible mist as he slowly -and most important, soundlessly- slumped to the ground, already unconscious.
Turning to the place she knew Remy was, Nico motioned him she was done on her side, and proceeded to carefully advance.
Remy nodded, although he paused long enough near the man to strip the scope from the rifle and toss it to Nico. As the crept over the cargo piles, he led them obiliquely towards the crane, largely blocked by the tumble of crates and shipping materials. Near the base of the crane, they stopped, and he motioned her up the closest stack of containers. From there, she'd have a perfect view of the last man, and if something happened to Remy, she'd still be able to complete the assignment. He waited until she was almost in position before he began to scale the crane silently.
Catching the scope, Nico followed suit and took her position in silence. So now she had to keep an eye on Remy. Cool, she could keep an eye, it was better than risking her neck, she thought. A moment of concentration allowed her to discern the diverse energy sources around her, pinpointing the familiar "scent" of Remy; even if she lost sight of him she would be able to locate him with ease now. As the man made his way to the other target, Nico started to prepare another shot just like the last one, just in case.
He moved quickly up the exterior of the crane, his enhanced agility obvious as he went. The man had positioned himself on one of the maintainance platforms, and was adjusting the rifle when LeBeau reached him. He waited for a moment, hovering above the platform with the guard unaware of his presence before he dropped, weight landing squarely between his shoulder blades. He tried to struggle, but Remy's grip pinioned his neck, and his movements quickly grew heavy and then stopped as the thumb pressed against his cartiod cut off the blood flow long enough to render him unconscious. Remy had no qualms killing the men, but he perfered to leave as small a footprint behind as possible for the local law.
Well, that went well. Nico made a small hand movement, and the not fired projectile wrapped upon itself and around her index finger, where she knew she could keep it stored for a short whole. Just in case, as always. Checking that they hadn't missed anyone -of course they hadn't- Nico made her way towards Remy, as she tried to check how good of a vantage point they had now.
When she got close enough, he motioned her to stop. "Now, we wait." he said, and turned his attention to the square.
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