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Quote: from Dieter on 9:09 am on Nov. 14, 2003


"I'll be right back. (glancing over to Brian) Care to join me?"

"Love to. Lead the way."

(Side Note: Goons in the garage scene will be signified by G1, G2, and G3 respectively)

Marilyn and Brian stride over towards the thuggery as the glass smasher (G1) unlocks the doors. He sits down in the driver's seat as the others scramble around the vehicle, one (G2) going into the back seats and one (G3) looking in the rear cargo area. Their motive appearing to be a search rather than GTA.

They seem oblivious of the agents' approach but become (literally) deathly aware as Marilyn starts with a harsh hit to the back of G3's neck and a finishes with a strike to the back of his knees. G3 is momentarily stunned and struggling to remain upright as Brian moves in on G2 with his silenced SOCOMM. He fires two aimed shot at him, putting one in his upper thigh and the other in the small of his back. G2 drops like a bad habit, screaming in pain from a shatter femur.

Jess looks on as the two agents systematically begin to take out the bad guys with little effort. As she keeps her eyes peeling for more trouble, two other figures appear closeby (less than 5m) from out of a dimly-lit area of the garage. These men (we'll call them G4 and G5) are wearing full black camo and armed with SMGs.

Move and you're dead!

Marilyn moves towards G1, unfortunately getting caught on the business end of size-12 combat boot. The force isn't enough to knock her down but enough to send her baton astray and foil her attack this round.

Brian catches out of the corner of his eye the two Ops moving in on Jess, sighting down on the closer one and firing two rounds in quick succession. Both bullets hit their marks, the target (G4) reacting as if he'd just been stung by a couple of subsonic wasps. He winces in pain saying something to G5.

(in Russian, translated because of Jess' language skill)

Argh! Dammit! Just plug the bitch and let's get out of here!!!

The following actions happen simultaneously:

Not being one to ever like being called a bitch, Jess pulls her PDW on G5, spraying a narrow burst. G5 is stitched up his leg. He clenches his fist in severe pain, squeezing the trigger of his weapon and shooting a needle-like projectile which penetrates Jess' right leg. The agent begins to feel a loss of her faculties as the drugs take almost immediate effect.

G4 speaks into his radio then sprays suppressive fire at Brian. A few seconds later, a car appears from the upper level of the parking garage heading right for the two Ops.

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Quote: from admiralducksauce on 12:54 pm on Nov. 14, 2003
Artis leans low like he's trying the engine again, whispering "Agent Goose. Quixote about to hit windmill, request backup," and then to Carla and Ayumi, "Shitballs."

"Well, it's not quite the action I was looking for, but sometimes you gotta take what you can get."

Ayumi nods as she loads her pistols.

Artis quietly turns over the transit's ignition system, activating the "usual refinements" that befit an Agency vehicle.

Across the street, the gunman start brandishing their weaponry while Artis pulls into attack position. Before they get a chance to draw down on the agents, the plan is executed...literally. Goose lays down a thick blanket of small-arms fire as Carla and Ayumi go into "Spring-Loaded Agent"(TM) mode.

*Brrr-rap* *Brrr-rap* *Brrr-rap* *Brrr-rap*

*Keee-yaaaah!*

*Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!*

Artis' shots spin a goon about as he falls to one knee, his pistol skittering on the cobblestoned street with Ayumi and Carla wade into the pool of hired muscle.

The alternating ballet of bullets and blades sends up a thick mist of blood with the double-threat combo yielding a gruesome series of grazes and wounds to the gunmen. In the perilous glare of pure death and wickedness, the goons struggle to make heads or tails of what just happen. They open fire almost blindly, shooting at whatever may be in front of they..may it be friend or foe.

A dizzying display of frantically aimed firearms and muzzle flashes illiuminates the poorly-lit street, sending bullets flying in all directions..a few grazing Ayumi and Carla...a lucky round finding a home in between one of Ayumi's ribs.

She holsters one gun, grasping the grievous wound with her free hand. A guard stands before her as Carla retracts her tiger claws from the other half of the security detail.

As the smoke and flash dissipates on the gunfight, the goon which Artis initially hit slumps to the ground with a bullet in the noggin as the other helplessly leans up against a wall, bleeding from multiple GSWs...the two drivers taking refuge behind the far side of the truck.

Meanwhile...

Brian sees his chargee quickly going from a protective assignment to a recovery mission.

No friggin' way...not on my watch[/b]

Mr. SAS charges through the two Ops, making a formidable obstacle between them and Jess. The Ops recover from the bum-rush, adjusting their sights on Brian.

(in Russian, but universally understood)

DIE!

They fire point-blank, Brian taking a needle to the arm and full-auto stitching to the lower extremeties. Fortunately, the sedative effects of the drug are currently counter-acting the searing kiss of multiple gunshots to the legs and feet.

(Edited by Dieter at 7:50 pm on Nov. 21, 2003)

"Anyone who don't wanna get shot throw down your guns RIGHT NOW and PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"

Bullets skitter off the armored exterior of the transit followed by a reply from the drivers,

"Ach...go shag a goat yer skelly bastirt!"

"I would but it looks like your father got there first!" Carla calls out. She's gotten the hang of this whole scottish insult thing, and punctuates this by coldcocking Guard 2 with the butt of her pistol.


(Edited by Threadbare at 8:54 pm on Nov. 21, 2003)

Back in the parking garage...

Jess collapses to the ground, the injection finally overwhelming her immune system.

Brian depresses the Panic Button(TM) on his phone and snatches Jess' weapon, bringing it to bear on one of the Ops. The PDW's rate of fire is staggering, groaning like a buzzsaw as the spent brass flies out at an alarming clip, the bullets tearing chunks out of the Ops chest cavity. Now suffering from a horrible sucking-chest wound, he falls to his knees in utter shock as their getaway vehicle pulls up to the scene.

From Brian's vantage point, he can see two men in the backseat. One is exiting the vehicle with an SMG in hand while the other remains inside, pistol draw and at the ready.

Nearby, Marilyn is just about done with G1, slamming his head between the door and its jam. She looks over to find Jess unconscious and Brian fending for his life.

"Awww....love. You saved some fer me. How kind?"

She quickly moves to the back of the SUV, producing a cut-down SPAS-12 from beneath the rear bumper.

Marilyn racks the shotgun back, firing two shells at the last standing Op. A spray of buckshot flies over his head, blasting apart the cement ceiling above him with the second raking him in the back of his neck. The injury is modest, but does set the Op up for a flanking attack from Brian.

The SAS Officer sees the Op take the shot to his head and chooses to press the attack on him. Brian fires two quick bursts from Jess' PDW. Bullets trace a path across a concrete support pillar and into the Op's left hand.

Caught in a crossfire, the Op looks considerably injured, grimacing in pain as the man from the car opens up on Brian with his SMG. His shots skitter off the pavement, arcing up and into the meaty part of Brian's arm. And despite their quickly dwindling numbers, the bad guys seem to want Jess bady enough to jeopardize their own lives.

A concerto of small arms fire and shotgun blasts resonates through the parking garage. Marilyn goes to a kneeling position, sounding off another 12-gauge duet towards the one remaining Op. The pellets rip gaping holes in the Op's armor, severing his right arm in the process.

With his last gasp of life, the Op slowly turns about facing Marilyn and pulls a grenade...which drops at his feet.

(Insert Russian and English Expletives as needed)

The man in the car recoils at the sight of the live grenade, yelling at his cohort:

"Enough of this! Stun the bodyguard and let's go!"

His cohort nods, pulling out a tazer and jamming it into Brian's side. The agent shakes violently as he is momentarily stunned. His vision blurs slightly as he sees Jess being pulled into the Jaguar and the door slammed shut...just as the grenade goes off.

A few long seconds later it erupts, engulfing the fallen Op and everything else within its radius in fury of molten metal and smoke. Fortunately for Brian and Marilyn, the dead Op's body shielded them from most of its damage.

Brian and Marilyn slowly come to with a pair of terrible headaches and slightly singed extremites as they see the Jaguar exiting the garage at a (dare I say) fast and furious velocity.

Inside the Jaguar, the paralysing effects of drugged needle start to wear off of Jess. She awakens from her slumber to find herself in the backseat of a speeding automobile flanked on either side by unknown characters of probable ill-repute. They are speaking fluent Russian.

Jess struggles to suppress a moan, rather closing her eyes and trying to make out what the two men are talking about.

Brian rests up against a pillar of the parking garage, angry and bleeding.

"Shit." He gets to his feet, moving rather deliberately and in a great deal of pain, going to check on Marilyn. "Bloody russians."

(Edited by CrazyIvan at 9:57 am on Nov. 21, 2003)

Staggering over to Marilyn, Brian finds her about 3m from her previous stance. She pretty banged up, but still alive. As Brian gives her the once-over, Marilyn instinctivly reacts with a hard prod with the business end of her shotgun to his solar plexus.

"Gah...Ag...Agent Osprey. Wh...where's? Shite! Dammit! Bugger me with a hot poker! W...we gotta get going!"

Barking of machinegun fire does nothing to me now...

Artis delivers a wide burst over the brow of the truck, spraying a family of 7.62mm bullets in the drivers' general direction. A corner of the cargo container is taken off in process, shredding the steel into a mangled mass of metal and continuing into their intended target. Goose isn't sure how badly the man is hurt, but if the damage done to the truck was any indication, it was fairly bad.

The camera angle swings 90-degrees where we find Ayumi and Carla in mid-attack. Carla takes a swipe at the guard but her tiger claws are parried with his gunstock. Unfortunately, the guard didn't catch her follow through reverse-heel kick which cracks a few ribs as she lands effortlessly back on her feet. The man winces in pain, delivering a retributive strike with the wooden end of his rifle to Carla's clavicle.

Ayumi's foe imitates his buddy, but with lesser effect, leaving her open for some Gunkata(TM) action. Switching up a pistol for a wakazashi, Ayumi goes to work on the guard, shooting him in the neck then digging in her blade for good measure. The guard recoils in disbelief, but is quickly sobered by the blood flowing down his chest.


(Edited by Dieter at 7:49 pm on Nov. 21, 2003)

*In the backseat of a Jaguar, going 120km in 50km zone.*

The two Russians go back and forth, yelling at eachother about the current situation.

-You fool! I told you to use the tazer, but you had to go play John Wayne! Now look at what happened, Dmitri and Vasily are dead and you look like borscht!

-Sorry, Comrade Colonel. Had we known that the woman would have trained bodyguards, we would have brought sufficient weaponry. It was our understanding that she was meerly a con artist of some kind portraying your dear sweet Comrade Illiavic.

Jess hears all of this, speaking up at an opportune moment.

"You do realize that I will have to kill you for that, da ?"

"Agreed, they apparently think their little explosives display killed up both."

Brian grunts in pain as he helps her up, helping her to the car.

"Clearly, our cover is blown, but not the way we expected it..."

"We'll talk about that when we get Agent Hummingbird back." Marilyn says.

(Starts the Rover, slamming it in gear)

"At least she runs. I was worried about what those bastards were doing to her..."

(Pulls the Rover into a j-turn then floors it.)

"...You know we're now accountable for every ding and scratch these things get?..."

(fishtailing around a corner and vaulting the Rover a 5-ft in the air at the underground entrance)

"...I mean, there isn't a checkbox for Man got in way, had to squash him..."

(powersliding around a busy streetcorner, mowing through pedestrians and cyclists)

"Ah, there they are. Looks like they're taking the M20 to Dover. Be a good man and see what you can do about that."

The M20 is bristling with traffic at this hour, making the chase a bit more interesting than usual. A combination of riding the shoulder and weaving through cars makes Brian's rifle shots a bit tedious to say the least.

His aims down on the Jaguar's tire, squeezing the shot off. The bullet punches a hole in the car's right-rear tire, causing it to temporarily fishtail, the driver somehow managing to keep the Jag on the road. This is immediately followed up with their own burst-fired reply to the Rover, stitching some new speed holes in its hood. Marilyn accelerates and rams the back end of the Jag. Again, the Jag goes swerves about the motorway but the driver is able to hang on, narrowly avoiding a guardrail.

Predator and prey spread out once again as Brian goes for another shot, only to find that the bolt has jammed on his rifle. He clears the breach as the bad guys send another barrage of automatic fire they way. The shots go wide as Marilyn sets up another ramming effort.

This time, Marilyn manages to catch a corner of the Jag's bumper sending it into a precarious spin and across the motorway's median...colliding sideways and into an on-coming lorry truck. The t-bone impact isn't enough to completely destroy the vehicle but sufficiently brings it to a grinding halt.

Inside the Jag it's a different story. The airbags deployed, but they weren't enough to prevent 20 tons of moving steel from killing the driver instantly. After taking a serious jolt to the neck and head, Jess awakens a few seconds later to find that her backseat captors had taken most of the crash's brunt. The man to her left has his shoulder dislocated and part of the side door paneling lodged in his midsection while the other appears to be in unconscious...no doubt in shock. As if it weren't enough, Jess also sees that the car is up on its side with the only means of escape (the driver's side door) being indescribably caved-in.