Post by blacknazgul on Jul 23, 2008 21:31:04 GMT -5
Shadows in the Dark
Chapter-04: Lone Assassin
Date: April 15, 2046
Time: 01:16:22
Location: Lith Harbor
~Mariah~
Footsteps echoed off the musty old bricked walls of the dark and narrow alleyway. Two figures sprinted down the cracked concrete, their breaths deep and ragged. But as soon as they came, they disappeared back into the night, leaving behind a simple trail of fluttering newspapers and trash.
“Dee, Frog!” Mariah panted into the communicator as she turned the corner of the concrete jungle. “Is anyone there?” Static. The silence was deafening.
Swearing to herself, she pulled Matt into a patch of shadows next to a dumpster. The smell of putrid and rotting food made her nostrils flare out in disgust. Mariah took a deep breath and sat down, resting her head on the brick wall.
“What… what the hell just happened back there?” Matt gasped, his hands on his knees as he stood hunched over in exhaustion.
“I don’t know…” Mariah whispered as she rubbed her temples with her fingertips.
“What? But you’re like, a league of assassins, don’t you know everything?” Matt pushed too far.
“Shut the f*** up okay!?” Mariah snapped loudly, “I don’t know what the f*** they want with us, besides wanting us dead! Please, shut your hole before I tear you a new one!” She fumed angrily, staring into Matt’s dark eyes. Mariah rested her head back on the wall and closed her eyes. She sighed and looked back up into the blackness. Millions of stars were shimmering brightly above her, happily burning away. A light breeze strolled through the alley, ruffling Mariah’s long blonde hair.
It all felt so nice, if not for the assassin’s assassin. Mariah smiled to herself at the irony. She didn’t know how long she sat there, motionless, but when she opened her eyes again, she suddenly realized they were by the ocean. The brine tingled her nose and the sound of waves crashing on the beach filled her ears. In the distance, there was a large warehouse silhouetted by the moonlight. Mariah straightened herself up and stalked off into the night as Matt trailed behind like a puppy dog.
Date: April 15, 2046
Time: 01:35:52
Location: Lith Harbor
~Spade~
Corporal Spade cradled his silenced MK9 in his hands as his eyes jerked around the night. The inferno was still fully ablaze, licking the top of the sky fervently. The captain was speaking with the head of the Maple Police, their conversation inaudible in the deafening roar of the fire.
Then, Sergeant Guosim turned around and met his squad by the MSAF truck. “Ok, so we are pretty sure who’s behind this. No one was in this abandoned apartment, but apparently the terrorist wanted to show us what he or she could do. There’s a lead linking the bombing to another mob leader named The Vice. Since the ten heads are dead, there was nothing stopping him from taking control. He has a stash of weapons, drugs, the works, in a warehouse by the docks off of Oceanic Drive. Looks like last morning all over again eh boys?” Spade chuckled forcibly and tightened his grip around his weapon.
One by one, they got into the back of the black MSAF truck and sped away towards the docks. Spade sat opposite of Darc, who was talking heavily with Des and Fen, who had a large gauze patch wrapped around his shoulder. Spade sighed and looked down at his boots. For a brief moment, he thought of what life would be like without them, without the unit. As he turned his MK9 in his hands, he grimaced and pushed the thought away. No, he would not see his friends die. Not now.
It took less than thirty minutes for the unit to arrive on station, and Spade soon found himself locking and loading in front of the warehouse, being briefed for the mission.
“Ok, Spade, Darc, Fen, and Des have got the rear flank. We’ll take the front and meet you half way at a chokepoint here made by the crates,” Guosim pointed at a holographic display of the inside of the warehouse on a display in the back of the truck. “Flashbangs where you can reach them, keep low, use the crates for cover, and don’t die.” He put a special emphasis on the last words. Spade rolled his eyes and smiled to himself.
The four of them crept quietly around the large storage building to the back exit. Spade splashed through puddles of stale rain, staining the side of the building a horrible shade of brown. Chuckling to himself for some reason, he parked himself in front of the back door and aimed his MK9 at the exit.
“Breaching,” he whispered into the communicator as Darc and Des scrambled up the low flight of stairs to the door.
“Alright, plant, wire and detonate!” Darc ordered as he glanced around to make sure there were no lookouts. Then, his eyes met Des, who hadn’t moved an inch. “What?”
“I uh, never did this before.” He grimaced goofily. “I only know the Victorian components. These are Ossyrian.
Darc rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation, “Victorian components, Ossyrian components, ALL MADE IN MU LUNG!” He pushed Des back down the stairs and set the charges. “Demo set, fire in the hole!”
A small blast shredded the metallic door apart, sending twisted metal flying in all directions. Spade led the way in as he charged in, his eyes looking through the heat seeking scope. “Weapons free!“ He quickly put down a lone guard sitting unsuspectingly in a chair and entered another door into a long hallway.
Darc fired another burst and hit another henchman in the chest. He whipped around and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Spade halted at the end of the T-intersection and unbuckled a flash bang from his combat vest. “Flash bang out,” he stated into his mic and pulled the pin.
The tiny canister rolled to a stop in front of two guards’ feet and exploded in a pure white light. Spade rushed around the corner and hit both mobsters in the chest with a single spray. As he reached their fallen bodies, Spade put his ear to the door. Muffled voices came back, a discussion of transferring money.
“Guo, we’re at checkpoint A. Standing by, over,” Spade stated in a hushed voice.
There was a broken static chain, then Guosim’s voice resounded in the earpiece, “Copy that. Give us thirty seconds and we’ll be…” there was a pause, “Wait what was that?” Spade pressed the earpiece closer to his eardrum. Guosim’s voice sounded again, “Tae you see that?”
Tae’s voice replaced the Sergeant’s, “Yea, that shadow?”
“Check that out, You and Ken.” Guosim ordered.
Spade listened intently, crouched against the wall in the shadows. His eyes scanned the three others who were all listening in on the com channel. He sighed and was about to stand back up to stretch his back when a sudden burst of suppressed fire resounded through the communicator.
“Sh**!” Spade whispered harshly into the communicator, “What the hell?”
Guosim did not seem too eager to reply, as he was already screaming profanities in a broken stream over the com channel, “F***ing! Tae! Ken! What the f***ing hell just happened?”
“Guosim what’s going on!” Spade said urgently, trying as hard as he can to not let the mobsters in the other room hear him.
“Tae! Sh**! Tae and Ken are dead! Another f***ing assassin!? What the hell is up with this!” Guosim roared over the earpiece.
Then, the voices behind the door suddenly stopped. Spade froze up, his finger resting uncomfortably on the trigger of his sub-machinegun. The hallway seemed to drop fifty degrees in a second as they stood there, the silence engulfing them.
“Spade you still there?” Guosim yelled.
“Shh! Hold on!” Spade whispered urgently and listened more closely. The other side of the door was dead silent, sucking them in. Dead quiet.
All of a sudden, the door was blown off of its hinges with a deafening explosion. The metal rectangle hit Spade full on and pinned him to the ground just as a cloud of pitch black smoke filled the hallway. There was an incessant ringing in his eardrums, annoying and crude in his mind. Spade struggled to push the door off of his body.
Grasping around wildly for his MK9, his fingertips finally wrapped themselves around a cold steel handle. Quickly, he dragged it into both of his hands and aimed it up at the doorway. Fen, Darc, and Des were all sputtering and yelling in the suffocating smoke. Spade covered his mouth as he switched on the flashlight mounted underneath the barrel of his sub-machine gun, revealing a figure silhouetted in the threshold leading into the meeting place.
“Sh** Spade what the hell is happening?” Guosim’s voice resounded faintly in his earpiece. Spade ignored him, as the figure proceeded to raise his right hand holding a sleek silver pistol pointed directly at his forehead.
Chapter-04: Lone Assassin
Date: April 15, 2046
Time: 01:16:22
Location: Lith Harbor
~Mariah~
Footsteps echoed off the musty old bricked walls of the dark and narrow alleyway. Two figures sprinted down the cracked concrete, their breaths deep and ragged. But as soon as they came, they disappeared back into the night, leaving behind a simple trail of fluttering newspapers and trash.
“Dee, Frog!” Mariah panted into the communicator as she turned the corner of the concrete jungle. “Is anyone there?” Static. The silence was deafening.
Swearing to herself, she pulled Matt into a patch of shadows next to a dumpster. The smell of putrid and rotting food made her nostrils flare out in disgust. Mariah took a deep breath and sat down, resting her head on the brick wall.
“What… what the hell just happened back there?” Matt gasped, his hands on his knees as he stood hunched over in exhaustion.
“I don’t know…” Mariah whispered as she rubbed her temples with her fingertips.
“What? But you’re like, a league of assassins, don’t you know everything?” Matt pushed too far.
“Shut the f*** up okay!?” Mariah snapped loudly, “I don’t know what the f*** they want with us, besides wanting us dead! Please, shut your hole before I tear you a new one!” She fumed angrily, staring into Matt’s dark eyes. Mariah rested her head back on the wall and closed her eyes. She sighed and looked back up into the blackness. Millions of stars were shimmering brightly above her, happily burning away. A light breeze strolled through the alley, ruffling Mariah’s long blonde hair.
It all felt so nice, if not for the assassin’s assassin. Mariah smiled to herself at the irony. She didn’t know how long she sat there, motionless, but when she opened her eyes again, she suddenly realized they were by the ocean. The brine tingled her nose and the sound of waves crashing on the beach filled her ears. In the distance, there was a large warehouse silhouetted by the moonlight. Mariah straightened herself up and stalked off into the night as Matt trailed behind like a puppy dog.
Date: April 15, 2046
Time: 01:35:52
Location: Lith Harbor
~Spade~
Corporal Spade cradled his silenced MK9 in his hands as his eyes jerked around the night. The inferno was still fully ablaze, licking the top of the sky fervently. The captain was speaking with the head of the Maple Police, their conversation inaudible in the deafening roar of the fire.
Then, Sergeant Guosim turned around and met his squad by the MSAF truck. “Ok, so we are pretty sure who’s behind this. No one was in this abandoned apartment, but apparently the terrorist wanted to show us what he or she could do. There’s a lead linking the bombing to another mob leader named The Vice. Since the ten heads are dead, there was nothing stopping him from taking control. He has a stash of weapons, drugs, the works, in a warehouse by the docks off of Oceanic Drive. Looks like last morning all over again eh boys?” Spade chuckled forcibly and tightened his grip around his weapon.
One by one, they got into the back of the black MSAF truck and sped away towards the docks. Spade sat opposite of Darc, who was talking heavily with Des and Fen, who had a large gauze patch wrapped around his shoulder. Spade sighed and looked down at his boots. For a brief moment, he thought of what life would be like without them, without the unit. As he turned his MK9 in his hands, he grimaced and pushed the thought away. No, he would not see his friends die. Not now.
It took less than thirty minutes for the unit to arrive on station, and Spade soon found himself locking and loading in front of the warehouse, being briefed for the mission.
“Ok, Spade, Darc, Fen, and Des have got the rear flank. We’ll take the front and meet you half way at a chokepoint here made by the crates,” Guosim pointed at a holographic display of the inside of the warehouse on a display in the back of the truck. “Flashbangs where you can reach them, keep low, use the crates for cover, and don’t die.” He put a special emphasis on the last words. Spade rolled his eyes and smiled to himself.
The four of them crept quietly around the large storage building to the back exit. Spade splashed through puddles of stale rain, staining the side of the building a horrible shade of brown. Chuckling to himself for some reason, he parked himself in front of the back door and aimed his MK9 at the exit.
“Breaching,” he whispered into the communicator as Darc and Des scrambled up the low flight of stairs to the door.
“Alright, plant, wire and detonate!” Darc ordered as he glanced around to make sure there were no lookouts. Then, his eyes met Des, who hadn’t moved an inch. “What?”
“I uh, never did this before.” He grimaced goofily. “I only know the Victorian components. These are Ossyrian.
Darc rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation, “Victorian components, Ossyrian components, ALL MADE IN MU LUNG!” He pushed Des back down the stairs and set the charges. “Demo set, fire in the hole!”
A small blast shredded the metallic door apart, sending twisted metal flying in all directions. Spade led the way in as he charged in, his eyes looking through the heat seeking scope. “Weapons free!“ He quickly put down a lone guard sitting unsuspectingly in a chair and entered another door into a long hallway.
Darc fired another burst and hit another henchman in the chest. He whipped around and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Spade halted at the end of the T-intersection and unbuckled a flash bang from his combat vest. “Flash bang out,” he stated into his mic and pulled the pin.
The tiny canister rolled to a stop in front of two guards’ feet and exploded in a pure white light. Spade rushed around the corner and hit both mobsters in the chest with a single spray. As he reached their fallen bodies, Spade put his ear to the door. Muffled voices came back, a discussion of transferring money.
“Guo, we’re at checkpoint A. Standing by, over,” Spade stated in a hushed voice.
There was a broken static chain, then Guosim’s voice resounded in the earpiece, “Copy that. Give us thirty seconds and we’ll be…” there was a pause, “Wait what was that?” Spade pressed the earpiece closer to his eardrum. Guosim’s voice sounded again, “Tae you see that?”
Tae’s voice replaced the Sergeant’s, “Yea, that shadow?”
“Check that out, You and Ken.” Guosim ordered.
Spade listened intently, crouched against the wall in the shadows. His eyes scanned the three others who were all listening in on the com channel. He sighed and was about to stand back up to stretch his back when a sudden burst of suppressed fire resounded through the communicator.
“Sh**!” Spade whispered harshly into the communicator, “What the hell?”
Guosim did not seem too eager to reply, as he was already screaming profanities in a broken stream over the com channel, “F***ing! Tae! Ken! What the f***ing hell just happened?”
“Guosim what’s going on!” Spade said urgently, trying as hard as he can to not let the mobsters in the other room hear him.
“Tae! Sh**! Tae and Ken are dead! Another f***ing assassin!? What the hell is up with this!” Guosim roared over the earpiece.
Then, the voices behind the door suddenly stopped. Spade froze up, his finger resting uncomfortably on the trigger of his sub-machinegun. The hallway seemed to drop fifty degrees in a second as they stood there, the silence engulfing them.
“Spade you still there?” Guosim yelled.
“Shh! Hold on!” Spade whispered urgently and listened more closely. The other side of the door was dead silent, sucking them in. Dead quiet.
All of a sudden, the door was blown off of its hinges with a deafening explosion. The metal rectangle hit Spade full on and pinned him to the ground just as a cloud of pitch black smoke filled the hallway. There was an incessant ringing in his eardrums, annoying and crude in his mind. Spade struggled to push the door off of his body.
Grasping around wildly for his MK9, his fingertips finally wrapped themselves around a cold steel handle. Quickly, he dragged it into both of his hands and aimed it up at the doorway. Fen, Darc, and Des were all sputtering and yelling in the suffocating smoke. Spade covered his mouth as he switched on the flashlight mounted underneath the barrel of his sub-machine gun, revealing a figure silhouetted in the threshold leading into the meeting place.
“Sh** Spade what the hell is happening?” Guosim’s voice resounded faintly in his earpiece. Spade ignored him, as the figure proceeded to raise his right hand holding a sleek silver pistol pointed directly at his forehead.