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Post by Adalura on Dec 3, 2015 4:46:45 GMT -5
Being alone in the rain was always a melancholy feeling. Sitting alone in the rain atop a building in the middle of the slums held a special quality of 'sad' in the redheads mind. A friday night spent how every young woman would dream- getting soaked and looking over glorified thugs as they did their biweekly 'goods and service' exchanges. The men they'd been dealing with today were good, long standing customers. It was perplexing to wonder why Riona had even been here- soaking herself from head to tail in the downpoud and forced to watch a lengthy- boring conversation exchange before goods could follow the same route. At least- like many things in the slums, her hood and poncho were waterproof. It was a sad moment in life when that was the only positive Riona could think of in her life at that moment.
The redhead's rifle laid unassembled beside her- in a briefcase designed for inconspicuous transportation. She wasn't going to go through the effort of putting it together for a simple exchange like this. It wasn't like there was something bad or sketchy going down- this was routine business. Besides, if the inside of her brief case got wet it'd end up stinking. Riona's 'employers' were 'generous' enough to equip the red lion with a top notch eye, but they hadn't shown very favorable empathy towards minor spending in the past. For now, she simply sat and watched, looking up into the artifically generated clouds overhead and wondering if rain would feel the same outside- a couple hundred years ago? Sure, the concept of water hitting skin was basic but...it felt like something was missing. A certain controlled chaos that made curling up under the covers feel like a special kind of unparalleled safety. One Riona hadn't known for going on 9 years now.
Daydreaming, right.
Snapping back to reality, the marksman let out a long winded yawn and a shake of her head, cat ears flicking beneath her hood as she focused on the exchange taking place just a few hundred feet away. She closed her right eye, left glowing a sharp blue as the world around her faded away- replaced with a cybernetic magnification of the exchange happening before her. Everything looked normal, it was only a matter of time before this finished up and she could go back to enjoying some time alone. There was still grocery-haggling to take care of before it got too dark to wander the streets alone.
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Post by UrielIscariot on Dec 22, 2015 2:40:52 GMT -5
The rain was always something that Uriel had mixed feelings about. He always considered it to be a positive thing, a cleansing wash to everything that it touched. He liked the symbolism of it. That being said, he wasn't a fan of getting wet, preferring to watch the falling water tap against the window of his home or office instead.
He was doing exactly that when he received word that he was to oversee a police raid down in the slums. They had apparently received a tip that there was an exchange of some kind possibly involving one of the significant organized crime rings in the area. It was Uriel's task to act as a police adviser, oversee the raid, arrests, and determine who was involved and more importantly how much of a threat the parties posed to the government and Novus's order.
All of that however meant that he was going to be spending the later afternoon and evening out in the rain. Duty called, the SP officer walking out of his office and grabbing his black hooded cloak and the badge that would pass him off as a member of the police force. After all, nobody but the government and his colleagues were supposed to know he was a member of the SP.
He made his way into his car, a standard black government vehicle similar to the way they were used long in the past before humanity had to seal itself away from the world. He drove through the rain, crossing checkpoints into the slum areas of the city and soon rendezvousing at the tail end of the police convoy, four police cars and two armored police trucks carrying eight armed men in body armor each. With an expectation of a relatively small number of people attending the alleged exchange, including himself it would be a total of 25 officers to ensure a swift shutdown of the illegal activity.
It wasn't much longer until the convoy reached the area, Uriel and the lead officer agreeing over the radio to split the group in half, two police cruisers and an armored truck maneuvering to each occupy one side of the block as they drove towards the exchange point. Soon enough, the armored trucks, Uriel's car, and two of the police cruisers turned down opposite ends of the road and flooring it to the point where the tip said the targets would be located while the other two cruisers blocked off the two ends of the alleyway behind the buildings. By the time Uriel stepped out of his car, dawning his black and red trimmed waterproof cloak and pulling up the hood, the raid police were already pouring out of the vehicles and filing down the routes towards the alleged exchange point. Moments later one of the armored officers yells out.
"NOVUS POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!"
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Post by Adalura on Dec 22, 2015 4:41:52 GMT -5
The exchange went on as planned. Both groups appeared to be at ease- and any body language the enforcers were told to display in case of a tense scenario were absent. The men were in groups of 6, pre-arranged by both parties in order to facilitate a 'comfortable environment'. The leader of their avenues for the day a tall, middle-aged man with slicked back blonde hair. His bottom jaw and one eye were almost completely cybernetic- resulting from an incident few dared ask about. He acted as the signalman, opting to flip out a smoke if things were about to get hairy- or check his phone if the deal was smooth. Rechecking the time on that very device told the lion things were going well- and just about to wrap up. Credits were changing hands and warehouse information was being exchanged. All in all, a regular, albeit uncomfortably wet encounter.
What came next however, was not.
Her ears twitched, picking up the sound of hasty traffic before her eye could fixate on the source. Black cars, a sign of no good regardless of the source. With haste several men emerged from the vehicles clad in tech too expensive and clean to come from the slums. The announcement of the police force came soon after, clarifying Rio's worries. The man leading her operation grimaced angrily, sharing a brief look from the client they'd been dealing with before withdrawing the pack of smokes he'd been holding onto and holding it in the air with his other hand. As if she needed the cue. Both groups put their hands up silently- staring down the officers that had no doubt already aimed straight for the men involved. They were outnumbered almost two to one- it would be a bloodbath to start firing now. The leaders of both factions were silent, there was a strong bond of trust with this client- as far as the marksman knew they'd been dealing with each other for years. Nobody present would have been part of the tip off, the risk of being caught in cross fire was too high. Whatever rat they had- the groups would be sure to sniff them out afterwards.
Quickly adjusting in her cross-legged position, Rio laid down on the cold, wet surface of the building- mounting her sniper against her shoulder and stabilizing it with her robotic arm. The rain was cold, causing a mild shiver she stifled in order to maintain a good aim. Wet scope lens' and other hassles brought on by the rain had little effect here. Rio's eye was waterproof. There were a lot of targets however, and the seclusion of the area brought the lion to worry just how out of hand the situation could become. She couldn't possibly take out more than one or two before the firing started. Unsure of what to do, she simply waited- holding out in hopes that some factor would be decided for her. Once the pack of smokes had dropped casually from the male's hand however, she knew how this was going to play out.
"Well boys...try not to get killed I guess."
Rio took a deep breath, looking through the magnified eye that glowed dull blue against the melancholy gray atmosphere around her. A couple officers were unarmed- likely detectives or leading personnel in the raid she'd guess. That was good enough.
The first shot landed on an officer just above the chest towards the right shoulder. Even injured- as long as he couldn't fire, he was better than useless. The second shot followed immediately after the first- landing again in the right chest. The enforcers sharing Rio's employ wasted no time taking advantage of the shock of the moment- some diving for cover while others simply ran for what exits experience had taught them the police likely wouldn't know. Rio remained still however, rifle fixated on the scene before her as she waited to see just what would happen next.
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 10, 2016 11:41:55 GMT -5
Uriel was pleased to see that the raid was going rather smoothly. He walked in behind the police force, looking around and surveying those who would soon be under arrest. Guns trained on the men, a couple of officers started slowly moving towards them preparing to put them in cuffs. Uriel watched as one of the men held up a pack of cigarettes, his eyes narrowing and finding the item to be a bit out of place. There felt a moment of odd silence before the pack of smokes fell to the ground and a moment later the single crack of a rifle round shattered the relative calmness. Uriel could hear that the round didn’t come from the immediate area, which left essentially one option.
“SNIPER!”
Chaos took hold as the officers took to cover, trying to keep themselves mostly protected from bullets that they didn’t know where they could be coming from. Uriel as well took some significant precautions, activating the magix code administer in his jack and letting out a hard breath as the iron in his body was pulled to the surface, mixing with the carbon in his skin and a couple of other elements within him. Soon enough, most of his skin had darkened into black plates of organic steel, various sizes to ensure coverage over everything but his palms, fingers, toes, and head. Separated at his joints and areas of movement by flexible gaps of normal skin, it was as though his body had formed natural plate armor. He looked up and around, trying to spot the gleam of light reflecting from a sniper scope or anything that might tell of a position to fire from. He needed to take command however, making sure not to allow any of their targets to escape. He pulled his sidearm and began barking orders, pulling one of the shot men back behind some hard cover while the second did his best to crawl into some of his own.
“A-team get into formation and pursue the ones that took off! B-team covering fire and advance on the enemy here! Arrest those who surrender, kill those who don’t!”
He made sure that last line was easily heard by everyone in the area before he raised a handgun that seemed quite a bit too large for a normal person to handle, pulling the trigger and firing white-blue bolts of energy that burned hard into surfaces and would lance through flesh with little difficulty. It was built not to kill unless with an intentionally fatal shot, any other hit instantly cauterizing and stopping any bleeding for a while. The other officers in team-B quickly joined him, making sure that the men who stayed in the area would not be able to fire from their cover at the officers that moved to pursue.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 10, 2016 18:26:43 GMT -5
Rio was silent amidst the ambient chaos of the rainfall around them. Motionless under her dark tan poncho as she observed the scene unfold in front of her. Chaos had broken out after the first two shots as she expected, the novelty of an under-armored pair of detectives working well to her advantage. A couple of the police, more seasoned she'd suspect, reacted in a much more uniform fashion however. They pulled to cover, but immediately started investigating her shots. One in particular appeared to shudder under his armor. A magix user maybe- she'd have to be especially careful moving forward.
Those looking for the flash of a rifle scope would be sadly disappointed to see Rio's rifles had no such attachment. The only light that came from the lion was the dull blue glow from her eye- easily mistaken for anything from a night light to an LED at a distance. Still, she didn't put it past the team to have a counter-marksman among them. Honestly the number of police on this raid was borderline comical as it was- to say they had all their bases covered would be standard to assume at best.
Rio watched as the police closed in on her 'comrades'. They were using a swarm tactic, and one lone marksman was looking less and less likely to change the tides of this raid. It was a known plan to evacuate the most important members of their organization first if things went wrong. The contacts first, then the enforcers, and the grunts would eventually be bailed out or rewarded for their prison-time loyalty with support given to their families. You had to give men in the slums something worth dying for if you expect them to follow a plan like this. As long as you stayed on their good side, the mafia wasn't all that bad really. But Rio fell somewhere around the 'enforcer' chain in the evacuation route. Her knowledge was minimal at best, and by choice no less. What she was aware of however, were tendencies. She knew where the meets took place, she knew with great detail all the contacts her employers had met with through the focus of her eagle eye. An asset as much as she was a liability. There was little more she could do to help this situation, it was looking about time to bug out and report what had happened. There was just one more thing to take care of first.
Shifting in place to get into a kneeling position, Rio ejected the clip from her scout rifle and reloaded it. 6 shots altogether, had to make every one count. Bringing the rifle up to her shoulder, the lion took several deep breathes as she picked out her prospective targets. They would likely know her position after the first or second shot, and if there were any veterans present they'd return fire by number 4. 2 shots to risk getting hit, they'd better appreciate this.
The first shot chirped out of her rifle, roaring through the damp, musty air of the slums and into the upper thigh of one of the advancing officers. She gambled on the shock factor stopping them for at least a few moments, as chaos was still the number one priority. Another shot rocketed out, slamming into the street light above the majority of the units. She didn't expect much, but nobody wanted to look up with falling glass around them. The next 3 shots came in rapid succession, targeting every soldier that appeared to be wearing a recon visor of some sort- leaving the marksman with her sights fixated on the suspect magix user. The hair on Rio's tail stood on end when her scope locked on the male. Something about him made her nervous, like she should have taken the extra effort to bring a bigger rifle today. Without that luxury to her advantage however, she shot off the last of her clip- sending a bullet through the melancholy downpour and towards the upper-right portion of Uriel's chest.
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 11, 2016 3:26:25 GMT -5
Uriel was getting tired of this sniper. He was now trying to figure out specifically where the shots were coming from, watching as one of the officers was shot in the leg. From the way he fell back, Uriel was zeroing in on where the fire was coming from, somewhere in front and above them. He tried to see if he could get a sign of any figures in the readout of his scanner, but Rio was still too far away from them for it to pick up.
“Call for medical and a third team for cleanup along with the prisoner transport!”
A moment later, the streetlight was shot out, casting more darkness on the area. Uriel felt a couple pieces of glass bounce off of his shoulders, but was relatively unconcerned. In fact, that was the first mistake that the sniper had made tonight. He continued firing on the cover that their target criminals hid behind, but he was hardly concerned with looking at where he was shooting. He pulled the trigger repeatedly while scanning the rooftops ahead of them. It was then that three more shots cracked down towards the officers, one of the rounds knocked one of the police to the ground, grazing his helmet but fortunately leaving him a bit shaken but unharmed. The other two slammed into the cover that the other officers took just after the first shot of the trio was heard. With the streetlamp destroyed, the lower light level made it that much easier for Uriel to see the muzzle flash of her rifle, the large man facing her and eyes looking right towards where he saw the shot flashes originate as though trying to look Rio dead in the eye.
“3 and 5! Rooftop two o‘clock high! A third from the left!”
A moment later he felt an impact on his chest, a hard one that cause his foot to step back and brace himself against the force of the round that attempted to penetrate the natural steel plate. He grit his teeth and stepped forward again, training his handgun to match his line of sight and pulling the trigger. The white-blue bolt of energy streaked out like a flare to show where he’d identified the enemy position and immediately the two officers in cover stood up and started firing on the same location. The officer shot in the leg stood back up, a couple of electrical discharges visible from the hole where the bullet had penetrated, and was joined by the fourth who’s helmet had a nice new gash in the galvanized plastic layer as they advanced again on the enemy position in front of them.
Uriel’s eyes narrowed as he fired a few more rounds at the sniper’s position, then looking to the other troops for a second.
“Continue operations here, and make sure this makes it back to my car. That sniper is mine. ”
With that, he took threw off his rain cloak and tossed it over a barrel before starting to charge towards the building where Rio was.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 11, 2016 3:59:49 GMT -5
Fucking cybernetics.
Rio scoffed when she assessed her shots, finding they'd avoided the crippling zone of flesh and instead landed on synthetic. It wasn't nearly as disabling as she'd hoped- and that point was sent home when multiple soldiers began returning fire in her direction. A few stray bullets hit the building she'd been on. Soldiers aiming without electronic aid she suspected, but then blue lightning crackled out from the crowd of police, impacting the marksman directly in the thigh.
"Son of a bitch! I wouldn't pull shit like that!"
Obviously sarcastic as she was, Rio was pissed. She put an arm down to stabalize herself, bringing a magnified eye up to spot the man she'd pegged square in the chest standing with a look that just about matched the Lion's right now.
"Shoulda brought the fifty.."
She needed to get out of here. Now. The fire was coming down like the rain above her, and even attempting to retreat further back towards the center of the roof saw the sniper catch another stray bullet in the shoulder. She cursed audibly. Both the pain and the enforcers could go to hell for all she cared now. This was too much of an investment for one marksman.
She parted one last gaze at the scene before her, only to catch Uriel discarding his cloak and, with a very unsportsmanlike look, beginning to sprint towards her. It was definitely now time to run, and Rio fell to the idea as quickly as she could. She strapped the rifle to her back, tightening the gun sling tightly to her chest in anticipation of a rather high fueled chase. The pain was roaring in her shoulder and thigh, demanding the Lion stay still and wait for a miracle instead of running away. A miracle wasn't coming however. 4 years of prison and a potential mafia assassination was the only thing making its way to her right now. The pain would have to wait.
With a grimace, the redhead stood up, leg shaking before the adrenaline began numbing the white hot pain in her muscles. She ran, gaining what speed she could before jumping off the rustic roof and onto another. Luckily the favila-like buildings in this area made running at heights simple, but it made giving chase even easier. Normally, the limber Lion would have no trouble evading most anyone from the police or mafia alike, but an injury like this slowed her down considerably. Rio's run was more like a fast hobble at best- it wouldn't be long before she'd have to hide away somewhere- dis-assemble her rifle and try to blend into the crowds in the slums beneath her. Having a chase at length wasn't beneficial to her- and something about that man had her hair standing up on end. She still couldn't peg exactly what it was, an animal instinct telling the hybrid to distance herself from an entire unit of police that sent just one person to run after her. One person, that was probably the scariest part, and to top it all off- her rifle clip was empty.
just her luck.
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 12, 2016 6:09:56 GMT -5
Uriel wasn't wasting any time, his footsteps heavy as he sprinted as fast as his 512 lb body would allow him. He was going to get his hands on that sniper one way or another to get them back for taking shots at unarmed officers. He wasn't a sharpshooter like Kendra was, and he preferred it that way. With his own comrades like her exempted, he didn't like the distance that was inherent when it came to combat such as that. It was too impersonal and he believed that if you were going to strike down or kill someone, then you should have the decency to look them in the eye. See who you're about to kill and let them see who is about to kill them. In that way there was at least some honor to be had, knowing who was the stronger and more skilled of the two.
The rain was coming down, and although it didn't keep him exactly dry, his uniform clothing at least was hydrophobic, the water beading and falling off of him as he barreled through the slums. He needed to get to the building as fast as possible if he was going to pick up the trail of the sniper before they got away. It wasn't too long before he'd gotten to the corner of the building he had spotted her on, and he didn't waste any time starting to climb his way up an old fire escape towards the roof. He was certain that anyone in his target's position wouldn't even bother considering getting down to ground level. It would waste too much time in the same area you were last seen. He was certain with the close proximity of the buildings to each other and the makeshift shacks and structures built up in between, that the sniper would have tried getting across the rooftops before dropping down and into the streets and alleys.
The metal of the fire escape creaked and moaned under his weight, but soon he hoisted himself up, jumping from it onto the closest and consequently the third highest roof he could reach. He didn't worry about checking the top of the building he had been climbing. Surely they wouldn't have been stupid enough to stay there when he was sure they should have seen him starting towards them. He stood up and looked around, trying to spot any sign of his target. His scanner tracing for any nearby NUIPs or heat signatures while he focused on the sound of footsteps, shifting objects, or even the movement of a shadow...anything that could give him a lead.
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Post by Adalura on Jan 12, 2016 7:23:06 GMT -5
Steps echoed around her like thunder as the Lioness pushed herself from rooftop to rooftop. The gaps between each building were getting bigger and it was getting harder to run off what adrenalin was still left in her system. Every puddle she stepped in echoed out through her sensitive hearing like a gunshot, fearing the near future when the familiar sounds would yet again return as they zinged past her. She had to get out of the area and find some cover, a place to hide out until things blew over. Unfortunately, this area wasn't home territory. Rio couldn't use her influence to take shelter anywhere- and her knowledge of safehouses in this area was minimal at best. Certainly none within her ability to travel under pursuit.
Turning before another attempted jump, Rio activated her eye and took sight of the man who'd just finished climbing the fire escape. The speed he had for such a large man was borderline frightening, but the way he looked around like a sentry searching for clues made her even more concerned. He'd found her at shooting distance already, she had absolutely no idea what kind of recon gear the male possessed. Running was no longer an option, she had to get down and find some cover.
Taking a few steps back, Rio attempted her jump to the next building. Attempting to launch off her bad leg on instinct had terrible repercussions however, as her power gave out just as she left the point of no return- resulting in a half-assed jump that just barely managed to land her with a cracking thud onto the fire escape alongside the building. Not the strongest of creatures by nature, Rio coughed several times, clutching her ribs and trying to mentally stave off the growing rush of pain coming from every direction she could think of. Maybe a crack or two- she'd find out soon enough.
Standing up with a shaky set of legs and panting breath, a look above told the marksman there was no way back up to the roof from this fire escape. This building would have to be her hiding spot. Luckily enough, the building appeared to be abandoned- but that thud was loud. If the male had sensory hearing she'd be in trouble. Every part of her instincts told her to expect the worst, and with how today was going Rio was obliged to believe it. She looked over, elbowing the window nearest to her and clearing all the glass alongside it. That looked like an entry point if nothing else, potentially a good diversion. With that bait set, she hurried down the fire escape as quick as she could. Another 3 stories down, Rio made a much smaller hole in the glass with her cybernetic hand, just enough to undo the lock and lift the window up. She crawled inside, landing on the floor with an ungraceful thud and a moan of agony before shutting the window and backing up against an inside wall.
"Gotta get out of here...If this guy tracks me down to the building then he's gotta have some serious gear. Better than police issue if he came alone. Fuck, I hope I'm not dealing with some SP bullshit today."
Rio needed a breather. The pain and swelling from her injuries was reaching its peak. Knowing she still had to pack her rifle away before disappearing into the crowd sounded like a death sentence to the Lioness' motivation. Every muscle in her body was screaming for her to stop, lay down and wait for whatever fate awaited her. This time however, she didn't have the energy to fight it. Although the bolt that shot through her thigh had practically cauterized itself, she'd lost blood from the wound in her shoulder. If she didn't do something about it, the problems could start stacking on top of one anot-
"....I hope the rain washes away that blood trail."
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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 14, 2016 3:02:16 GMT -5
Uriel's initial search turned up essentially nothing. He looked around but saw nothing in terms of any movement, and nothing was picked up on his scanner. He was starting to get frustrated by the thought that he might not have made it in time, but he wasn't going to give up that easily. He thought he heard footsteps coming from the south, but it was difficult to really pick them out among the sound of the falling rain. He briskly walked towards that edge of the roof, looking around again, but seeing nothing.
It wasn't long after though that the sharp sound of impacted metal echoed out through the cool night air. Uriel's attention immediately focused on it as he took a couple of steps back. It wasn't much, especially considering it could be most anything in the slums, but currently it was his best lead of finding the sniper and so he charged forward, leaping onto the next roof in the direction that he heard the sound coming from. He made his way from one rooftop to the next, keeping on the lookout for any other signs, but having to focus a bit more on his movement as the large man was having some difficulty with his weight and the increasing spans of distance between the buildings.
He heard the sound of breaking glass coming from the same direction and it only strengthened his resolve that he was on the right course. After a little while longer, he stopped at the edge of the roof, looking at a fair span, a partial fire escape held against the outer wall of the next building and lo and behold a broken window at the top level that it reached. He looked down at his feet and thought he saw red discoloration on the old concrete, perhaps blood but it was heavily diluted by the rain to the point where it could barely be seen. Either way, that broken window was his best and only bet on where the sniper could have gone and so once again he backed away from the edge, trying to gauge how much speed he'd need to work up to make the jump he wanted, though with his intention he had a fair bit of margin for error.
Uriel took a deep breath, grit his teeth and charged, keeping his eyes on the broken window, stepping hard on the edge of the roof, and leaping. As he made his way across, he brought his knees loosely up to his chest and crossed his arms in front of his face. A second later, the metal armored Uriel broke through the window and tore out the frame and a little of the surrounding brick as he crashed into the building, rolled to his feet, pulled his handgun again. He swung his arm and focus around looking for the sniper, the sound of the rain outside quiet now as he saw no one was waiting to try and shoot him. He knew he had made a particularly loud entrance and he was keen on making sure he found this person as fast as possible before they could get away, thinking they had moved into the building to hide in or cover their decent to street level. If that was the case, then Uriel figured they were incredibly skilled or incredibly light-footed as he didn't see any tracks or sign of movement on the dusty floor of the abandoned building. He wasn't about to give up the chase however, and he turned, barreling for the stairwell and checking his corners with his handgun as he ran, footsteps as heavy as ever.
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