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Post by blank on Jan 15, 2009 3:07:50 GMT -5
"Oh, come oooon!" Foxx whined, holding out an accusing hand to Mars. "Glitch here slept longer than me!"
"Mars is your superior. He's a veteran."
Clearly he was playing favorites in her eyes.
"A veteran? He's only been on this ship as long as I have!"
"He was doing this while you were still bluepilled, sucking your thumb in an incubator," Mose retorted, going back to his captain's chair. "Now, get your bony ass in the chair, and get ready to go."
"Ain't nothin' bony 'bout that ass..." Aron, Mose's younger brother, said from his pilot's seat. "Give the chick a break, bruh."
"Ugh, whatever..." Foxx pushed past Mars and sat her the chair next to Hatter. "Plug me in."
"Wait, Mose..." Sapphire said, a slight hint of urgency in her voice. "Hatter is reporting a major case of deja vu." The captain bounded over to the screen and examined the data himself, his large fingers running up and down the screen as the glowing green numbers trickled down it. "Shit. They're reconfiguring the warehouse's layout. Tell them to get to an exit, now."
"But what about the boy?" she inquired, adjusting her headset over her bright blue hair.
"The boy can wait another day. Hatter and Doormouse need to get back in here."
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Post by Matachi on Jan 15, 2009 4:05:20 GMT -5
A stifled grunt escaped him as she shoulder checked him as he walked by. He rubbed his shoulder, chuckling and watching as she sat down in the reclined seat, he slipped next to her, sitting in the chair next to hers. "Don't be like that, Foxxy..." That cockiness in his voice, it was annoying, he knew it, that's what he was aiming for. "You know it's only because you're his favorite." He whispered, leaning in toward her, Aron was rounding her seat when the glitch was reported, causing him to suck his teeth and throwing his feet up and tapping the circular metal port.
"Plug me in first." He commanded Aron who merely responded with a "aye, aye." It only made sense to go in with her, there was imminent trouble, he gave a short sigh, looking up at the lights that hung above. He never could get used to being plugged in, he bit down repeatedly, flexing his mandible as a force of habit. He drew in a breath, shutting his eyes, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand, Aron placed the cable upon the hole before shoving it in--
His eyes widened, his pupils dilated--
He could hear Mr. Sandman playing in the back of his head, the scent of his father's scotch-ridden breath, Betsy's giggle--
His breath escaped him, he was clad in a leather biker's jacket, zipped up with black denim jeans and black chucks and a pair of circular shades. He pushed up his glasses, looking over at the telephone that was placed upon the nightstand in a hotel room. The phone began ringing, but he was busy checking his coat pockets, making sure his weapons were there. He took a few steps away from the phone, examining the Smith & Wesson revolver in his hand, spinning the magazine before smacking it shut.
"Get that for me, would you, beautiful?" He grumbled, cocking the hammer and nodding back at the phone.
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Post by blank on Jan 15, 2009 4:27:49 GMT -5
Aron had plugged her in second, and before she knew it, she was clinching her jaw tight as she was thrust back into that cold, metal world once again. It was nothing like it had been before.
"Get it yourself." She spat, standing next to the bed as she checked her long black trench for her arsenal. Two loaded Beretta Cheetahs, and two Micro Uzi's. That should be enough.
"You still packing that little thing?" Foxx scoffed, pulling out and sliding her diva sunglasses on her nose before taking the cheetahs from their home and examining them. "I guess you're not packing as much as I thought.
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Post by Matachi on Jan 15, 2009 4:53:21 GMT -5
"Hn...believe me, it's not what you're packin', sugar..." He grunted, narrowing his eyes at her, yet, he couldn't help but smirk. "It's how you shoot it." She was a feisty one, that much was known. "That coat don't do you no justice..." Snippy flirting, he examined her up and down as she did him. He slipped the revolver back into his coat, turning and reaching over, picking up the phone and pinning it to his shoulder as he examined a second gun he pulled from his left pocket which matched the first one. He stayed silent on the phone, humming Mr. Sandman before Sapphire audibly yelled something into his ear.
"We're in. Just point me in my direction." He muttered, he shuffled through guns with his many pockets. He plucked two Mateba Autorevolvers from the pockets further back on his coat, "hey, sexy." He groaned at the revolvers, Sapphire mistook him talking to her which started a whole ordeal.
"I'm focused, I'm just makin' sure I'm properly strapped."
"What do you mean?"
"No, I wasn't talkin' to you."
"Yeah...right, right." He grumbled into the phone slipping the guns back into his pockets, dropping the phone into his hand, hanging it up. He hopped onto the bed, moving across the room swiftly, opening the door with a smirk. "Stop lookin' at those fancy peashooters and let's roll."
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Post by blank on Jan 15, 2009 18:19:41 GMT -5
Foxx shook her head slowly, then put her guns back in their places. "So where we hea-- nn~!!" The digital crackle of coordinates and runner programs hissed through Foxx's head before she could ask the obvious. "I swear, I'll never get used to that." She popped her neck, then grabbed the doorknob.
"Let's get it, cowboy."
Run Rabbit~
Dots of orange streetlights swiftly reclined in a horizontal haze, as the shadows of the duo zipped across the top of the gray concrete.
They had approximately 32.16 minutes to make it to the Rabbit Hole HQ, an abandoned warehouse they'd reconfigured the mathematical structure of and had used to convert bluepills.
But that was all about to change. Again.
From time to time, the agents would find their establishments, causing them to have to relocate to a secure area, and rewrite and upgrade their hacking programs so they could go undetected again. But the agents were getting smarter, and it was getting much more dangerous. They couldn't keep taking on more and more agents. This two man mission had become a five man mission almost every time. No one could beat those agents, so the best thing to do was to hold them off till they could get out of there.
Unless you were Neo.
Foxx could sense Mars near her, but she was running, jumping, and hurtling over the cityscape too fast to be worried about him. "Glitch", as she so affectionately called him, was much more qualified than his cute little revolvers let on.
Finally, they came to the precipice of the last building above the warehouse, and without missing a stride, she planted both feet and launched off the edge like a bullet, body straight and horizontal, zooming to the one story building below. Her hands planted onto the metal roof, and as they did, she crunched her body into a curl and rolled before coming to a stopping crouch, a fist planted firmly in the roof to stop her momentum. "Mars, get your ass down here already..."
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Post by Matachi on Jan 15, 2009 23:50:59 GMT -5
He fell from above, unlike his partner, he didn't move as gracefully, he didn't bother trying to be as agile. When he moved, he moved like a beast in the night, there wasn't for most of the flipping and rolling, though he had to admit he liked watching her do it. He was shocked at how much of a sick puppy he was, he got jollies out of watching this chick flip around. Granted, it wasn't that hard to get your jollies out of watching her do anything.
He didn't land silently, at all. He landed with both feet under him, hunched over. "You should go on ahead and help close up shop, we should have company in no ti--" The sound of a door shutting cut him off, he looked over his shoulder, three agents stepped from a Benz sedan, reaching into their nicely tailored--or in this case, coded suits, pulling out pistols.
"I'll head them off...go!" He commanded, pulling the two Smith and Wesson's from his front pockets, it was better to catch them off guard now than avert their attention first and risk them completely avoiding his bullets. Not that it would make much difference. Aiming his pistols from his perched position like some sort of cowboy, his long barreled six-shooter began spitting bullets down onto the Agents--
Bullets ripped through their bodies, causing the one who was leading the other two to throw his arm up in defense, but he shot through those, too. He alternated his two guns among the three, trying to keep them all off their balance. Even filling them with holes, they showed no sort of pain or real damage. These men in black, these agents were almost invincible, and it was a frustrating concept.
He muttered a swear as one of the Agents managed to slip from his pinning gunfire, lunging twenty feet into the air--
Adjusting his aim, he spun, tucking one of his guns under his arms, spending his last two shots in his right pistol on the Agent that descended upon the roof, hitting it while it was still in mid-air--
Bullets whizzed past him as the other two agents fired upon him--
"Naagh~!" Hot lead pierced into his left forearm, a second into his right breast. His body back on the ship jolted, tensing up.
"Omigosh!" Lilac cried as Mars's body suddenly jumped, his heart-rate suddenly rising--
"What is he doing...? What is he doing...?! Why isn't he running?!" Sapphire swore at the screen of descending characters--
Even after being shot, he was like a one man war machine, tossing his spent weapons aside, dashing across the rooftop while drawing the two Mateba Autorevolvers, warm blood soaked his shirt, he could only thank the Agents for missing vital organs, but every movement he performed with his left arm made it feel like it was on fire.
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Post by blank on Jan 16, 2009 1:34:29 GMT -5
"W-What? Are you crazy?" Foxx huffed as he ran off to take on the agents by himself. "IDIOT."
Quickly, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialed Sapphire.
"What the fuck is he doing?" An ill at ease voice called from the other side. "I don't know what the hell he's thinking. But secure Hat and DM as best you can. Leave the west exit open."
"If I do that, agents can get in." Sapphire protested.
"They'll get in one way or another. I'd rather know from which direction they're coming. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
As Mars went in, guns blazing, she pulled out her own cheetah.
"I'm gonna get Mars out of the shit hole he's gotten himself into." And before Sapphire could whistle out her trademark "Right-o", Foxx closed the phone and shoved it back in her pocket, then used that hand to pull out the matching pistol.
The four agents all were on the roof now, three of them with their guns on Mars. "Hey, chips for brains. Over here."
With surgical skill and precision, she pressed the triggers of the jungle cats, alternating with seamless accuracy. The bullets caught two of the agents in the chest, one in the side of the head. The free agent was heading toward her, gun aiming straight at her aorta.
Without a moment to think, she swayed and held up her jacket as a shield of sorts, the bullet ripping through in bullet time, barely passing her nose. Her eyes were wide through her sunglasses, but she knew she couldn't let this unnerve her.
You blink, you die.
Without a moment to spare, she reached around with the other hand and began unloading the remainder of the bullets into the agent's face, then lifted the other gun to do the same to the agent she'd gotten in the side of the head. That left two on Mars.
"Come on, you lazy fuck! Don't you dare get yourself killed!"
When the agents she'd unloaded her Berettas on hit the metal roof, they slowly dissolved into what looked like two innocent bike cops. This was the part she hated. But, no time for thinking.
Quickly she bounded forward into a round-off back handspring, landing behind the shooting agent and roundhouse kicking him in the back of the head, making him drop his gun and sending it flying over the edge of the roof.
But the digital beast was not phased. He simply turned and sent a crushing backhand across her cheek, sending her five or six yards back and almost dislocating her jaw. Foxx's unprepared body bounced off the aluminum, turned on its side, and then rolled another three feet.
The blow was enough to send her body back in the ship shaking, and cause a little trickle of blood to dangle from the corner of her mouth, and from her nose.
"This isn't good, Mose." Lilac said, turning her distraught expression upon his own concerned one.
"Not good at all." Sapphire chimed in. "There's another car of agents on the way to the location. They have to get those other two off their back now and get in the warehouse.
Mose, arms crossed over his large, dirty frame grimaced at the decision he'd have to make. And it would be twice as bad if they got caught by sentinels. The kid wasn't coming out today.
"Aron. Go." Mose commanded. "Get us back to Zion. This mission will just have to be a failure."
Aron wanted to protest. "But Mose, if--"
"Just do it." He growled.
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Post by Matachi on Jan 16, 2009 10:25:10 GMT -5
He was surrounded by agents, out of bullets with the remaining Smith and Wesson, and had four guns pointed at him. It didn't look too good for him, he was losing a lot of blood, but luckily the bullets passed right through his arm and chest, so he still retained some mobility, as opposed to if the bullets were still inside of him where it would have just been too painful to move.
Suddenly, two of the agents were popped and went down after trading fire with none other than Foxx, the very person he commanded to help with the extraction while he kept these agents busy. He used her distraction to buy him time, he spun, chucking the S&W he held in his hand, at the Agent behind him, drawing his Mateba Autorevolvers--
The Agent merely swayed to the side, but he got what he wanted out of the agent avoiding his projectile, he threw the Agent's aim off--
He sidestepped, trying to stay out of the Agent's re-adjusting aim--
He gripped, pulling on the triggers with wild gunplay--
One to the knee cap, two to the chest--
The Agent dropped--
He was going for the headshot when he saw Foxx sliding across the rooftop after catching a swift backhand from the agent behind him--
He spun to tend to that Agent, pointing one of his pistols--
The Agent was closing in, the reflection of the Mateba Autorevolver in the lens of his shades. Gritting his teeth, his nose wrinkled in a snarl--
A smack the handgun away, reaching and gripping Mars' neck--
"Hkk--!!"
"Do not delay this any further than it has to be, Mr. Barkley." The Agent whispered harshly, lifting him from his feet and into the air. The Agent he had just shot up was already beginning to rise. Mars' lips curled into a smirk, staring down at the Agent below him cockily, causing the Agent to tilt his head.
Mars's hand rose, revealing a black grenade gripped tightly in his hand, the pin removed, and only his waning finger was keeping the trigger down. The Agent's eyes widened, hurling the crazy grenade-toting one-man war machine in Foxx's general direction--
He bounced off the aluminum roof, skidding to his feet, wincing and enduring the pain that burned at his chest and forearm, making it difficult for him to shoot. He darted for Foxx, scooping her up with his arms and hopping from the side of the building--
He'd left the Agents a present as he was being hurled away--
A deafening explosion erupted atop of the roof as the two descended into a narrow alleyway, the asphalt under Mars's feet rippled outward. Releasing Foxx, he grunted, unzipping his coat and revealing more weaponry within the confines of his biker's jacket, "Do you try not to listen, or does it just come naturally?" He asked with sass in his voice, naturally, she went against his orders, but there was no time to sit here and have a discussion about it. He took off running, rounding the building, noticing the three blue pills that were reportedly under Hatter's watch escaping.
"Where the fuck are Hatter and DM?" He grunted, holding the remaining Mateba Autorevolver to his chest wound. "Call up Sapphire, we need a extraction point now." He'd be damned if he died today, not like this.
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Post by blank on Jan 16, 2009 15:17:42 GMT -5
"There's no time. We have to find them first." Foxx spat back, hitting the sharp corner and heading in the direction the bluepills were coming from.
"RRAAGGRRRRRGGHHHHHH!"
Without warning, a blast came from the back exit, The Mad Hatter crashing through the door, her guns blazing on some unnamed target coming for her. Her body hit the adjacent light pole and fell to the ground.
"Hat!" Foxx exclaimed, running toward her. "Where's--"
"He's inside. He..."
"We gotta get outta here." Fox protested.
"No! I'm going back in, unh!" Hatter grunted, her body finally collapsing under the exhaustion. Foxx held her up. "Hat, another wave of agents are coming. We have to get to an ex--"
But before she could finish, yet another blast sprayed from the doorway, washing them in debris and orange light.
Sapphire cringed as she saw Hatter fly through the door, and her eyes widened as she saw the horror of DM being ripped to shreds by the blast.
"Oh my...fucking..." She said, grabbing, her chest and taking a deep breath. She turned in her chair as Lilac screamed, DM's vitals flatlining and his body going limp. Blood streamed profusely from his mouth into a sticky puddle on the cold, metal floor.
Foxx shielded Hatter from the blast, then slipped her hands in the long trench to take out her cell again, speed dialing Sapphire. "We need to get in there and get to--"
"He's gone, Foxx! Just get outta there! The agents have locked onto you guys!"
"Well, give me a fucking exit!" Foxx screamed into the receiver.
"Two blocks down, there's a payphone I can get you guys out with."
"Link me the coordinates, I'll take care of the rest." And with that, she again shoved the phone in her pocket, and reached for her two mini uzis. "We's gotta move."
Mose punched the metal wall beside him, doing more damage to his knuckles numbed by the pain of losing a crewmember. "Retro. Get your ass in there and make sure EVERYONE get's out. Fuck!"
Sapphire turned to look at the large, man and nodded. "I- I can get you in at their exit. You'll have to meet them."
Lilac grabbed Retro by his sleeve as Sapphire spoke. "Please. Bring them all back."
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Jan 16, 2009 19:14:48 GMT -5
Retro's heart seemed to sink to the bottom of his stomach as he could only watch DM's body be ripped apart from the blast. The cigarette that had been bouncing on his lips had stopped completely, and his arms tensed up as he tightened his fists. He wouldn't say a word though, not one word. His teeth gritted as he continued to watch the screen, and an anger growing in his eyes. This was painful to watch, but he wasn't the man in charge of this mission. So until otherwise, no matter how much he wanted to just jump in there and help, he would stay put.
Dammit, he cursed to himself mentally as all he could do was watch. That's when he heard a loud thud coming from behind him. Looking over his shoulder he looked at the upset Mose in the eye as he finally ordered him to go in there. A relieved look couldn't help but cross his face, and the only reason he didn't run to his seat was 'cause he didn't want to plow Lilac over. Gently pulling away from the girls grip he quickly got onto his reclining metal seat, and leaned his head back. "Plug me in, Lilac," he would tell the girl who swiftly ran to do as she was told.
"I'll get 'em home," he said as Lilac moved the plug closer to the back of his head. "One way or another," and with that the plug was shoved in, causing the man to grunt before ultimately becoming silent...
Going back to the land of dreams...
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Letting out a deep sigh as he allowed himself to get readjusted. Clad in a simple black shirt, black and gray camo pants, some black army boots, a black leather jacket, and a pair of rose tinted shades Retro was dressed to kill -- literally. Strapped to his torso were two fully loaded SIG Pro semi-automatic pistols with ammo all around his waist. On his leg he carried the only momento he had left of Sandman, a silver and gold Desert Eagle. However, this wouldn't be much of a rescue if he didn't bring his baby along too. His long range sniper rifle, caliber .50, M107 that was just ready to unload its ten bullet clip into those agents' unaware heads.
"Nn...," he groaned as the group's last coordinates were sent to his head along with a map of the area. Though, it wasn't like he couldn't already tell where they were. The sounds of the gunshots and explosions in the distance more than told him their positions. If he was going to get them all out, then he'd have to make this quick.
[ Moments later... ] Perched in his new position Retro had a perfect view of everything. The long barrel of his rifle aimed towards the fleeing group as they headed towards the exit point as fast as they could. So far so good. The only thing that he needed to worry about now was--
"Speak of the Devil...," Retro muttered to himself as he heard the screeching of a car. That second wave of agents was on their way. Lifting his shades up to his forehead he looked through the scope of the rifle. His trigger finger ready to squeeze down and unleash those .50 caliber bullets into his prey. Letting out a deep breath he waited. Waited for the moment he saw their black car come drifting around the corner. And just like clockwork, it appeared.
BOOM!
The sound of the rifle's first bullet erupted through the air as it pierced into the car's front tire, blowing it completely apart.
BOOM! BOOM!
The second and third bullets would destroy the remaining front tire and one of the back ones, causing the car to careen into another parked car.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The next four shots were aimed directly at the agents. The force behind each bullet enough to push their chairs back, and penetrate through the car. The glass from the windshield was no contest for the might of the bullets, shattering instantly. However, if those bullets weren't enough to put those agents down then Retro had one more surprise for them...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
His last three bullets would go to dish out his final blow to the agents. Piercing the hood of the car two of the bullets would set fire to the engine, and the final to the gas line. With in seconds of the shots being fired the car would burst into flames, flying up several feet before dropping down -- the flaming corpses of the overtaken bodies descending with it. Whipping out his phone he speed dialed Mars.
"Hurry your ass up," he barked into the phone as he let his shades drop back down over his eyes.
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Post by Matachi on Jan 17, 2009 16:26:04 GMT -5
"If only I had a beer...I'd pour some out for you." He muttered, staring at the torn body of his fallen shipmate with a grimace as Foxx yelled to the crew for an extraction point. His wounds were getting any better, he could feel his head getting light, his breathing became more spaced out. He was running on sheer will, sheer knowledge that this was nothing more than a illusion, that it shouldn't effect him, but it was no matter how much he told himself.
"We's gotta' move."
He heard her voice become louder than it was, he shut his eyes, gulping down, trying to get his head on straight. Use the pain to keep himself awake. That unbelievable stinging sensation. Keep yourself awake. Mars turned his head to face the rest of the team, "Let's roll." He spoke in a low tone, struggling to keep awake. Chances were they wouldn't make it one city block without encountering the second group of agents, but they had to make something happen.
Up the avenue they went, his steps were off, falling into a parked car and taking a glance back as a sedan came roaring up the open avenue. He reached into his jacket, but before he could pull his weapon, the tire on the sedan exploded causing the car to crash into another. He turned his head, looking to the rest of the group, biting down on his teeth. "Go! Get to the extraction point! I'll be right behind you!!" He turned his head, and up the opposite end of the avenue. He hopped, sliding over the hood of the car, hearing his phone ring--
He reached into his pocket, pulling the phone and flipping it open, only to hear Retro yelling at him from the other end. He lifted another item up to his face, as the sedan screeched, he bit down on the pin and plucked it from the grenade, holding down the trigger. The heat from the exploding car that Retro managed to blow up hit his back, it made him feel alive again.
"Sorry, Mars can't come to the phone righ'now..." He spat out the pin.
He dropped the grenade at his feet.
The doors of the sedan opened.
The blood-soaked grenade bounced off the asphalt.
"He's busy blowin' mutherfuckers up." He laughed into the phone, pulling back his foot.
He punted it as the first agent stepped onto the asphalt, standing and pointing a gun at him--
The grenade went skipping across the street until it was underneath the car--
The Agent looked downward, gripping down on the trigger--
"Boom." He whispered, the phone fell from his ear, shutting his right eye tight and gripping at his wound--
The car was blown into the air in a giant fireball--
He fell to his knees, going numb, the heat licked at his face.
The deafening sound of the heap of metal crashing down onto another car parked off to the side was nothing but a fading echo in the back of his head. The loss blood was too great, he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a cold barrel pressed to the back of his skull. The Agent that had stepped from the car managed to jump bodies with a fearful bystander just before being temporarily decommissioned by the explosion.
It was the same exact Agent that he managed to blow up back at the safehouse.
"Nice try, Mr. Barkley. You managed to delayed the inevitable for that much longer."
Damn, this couldn't be how his story was going to end.
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Jan 17, 2009 23:17:44 GMT -5
BANG!
The sound of a bullet went off down the street where Mars had foolishly run off to by himself. The street seemed to grow quiet with the exception of the crackling of the flames from the burning sedans. The silence would soon be broken by the sound of a body landing against the cool pavement.
Was this really how the story was going to end?
[ Moments prior... ] As he stayed on the phone with his badly injured comrade Retro kept an eye on the others from his rooftop position. Looking at the exit point and their location, it wouldn't take them more than two minutes to reach it. That's when he saw it. And unfortunately, he wasn't the only one to notice it. Roaring up the street was another black sedan carrying a nice little cargo of agents. His eyes darted back to Mars who had stopped running with the others, and instead opted to reach into his jacket.
"Dammit, Mars! Get to the exit point!" he barked into the phone only to get a fake answering machine in response. Growling he closed his phone as he heard the laughing of his trigger happy friend, and cursed to himself. Standing up he picked up his precious sniper rifle, and jumped from the building. "Hatter!!" he called out as he descended to the ground, causing the red head to stop across the street from him. "The exit point is right there," he said as he pointed to the payphone at the end of the block. "When you get there give me some cover fire," Retro commanded as he tossed her the rifle and proceeded to run down the street.
"But...wait!"
Her words would fall on deaf ears...
[ Now... ]
"You talk to much," was all Retro had to say to the agent as it dropped to the ground. Quickly making his way over to Mars he lifted one of the man's arms over his shoulders and lifted him up. "You're not gonna die on me, are you?" he asked as he handed Mars one of his guns while carrying him up the hill as fast as he could.
If everything had worked out like he planned, then Foxx would have already reached the exit point and Hatter would be right there next to it -- providing them cover fire until they got there. God willing, this'd all be over in a matter of minutes.
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Post by Matachi on Jan 19, 2009 0:32:57 GMT -5
"I'm too...awesome to die..." Mars grumbled, his eyes glazed over, his bloody arm was draped over Retro's shoulder as he was carrying him toward the extraction point. He fought to stay awake, to keep his eyes open, to live a second longer.
Lilac watched Mars's vitals weaken, clenching her teeth and crossing her fingers--
"Ya'know...I sometimes wonder why we fight for..." Mars muttered to Retro, he was convinced he wasn't going to make it, he wanted to make sure his thoughts were heard by someone. Remembered by someone. He was sure this was his final moments. "They had the decency to give something back to us, right? This...illusion? This..." He fell silent, his legs became like wet noodles, losing his strength as his life poured from him.
"I...liked life..."
Life? The illusion? That was life? Was it really? Was life in the Matrix--life in ignorance really life? Sweet like Bobby Barkley, that's all he wanted to be, he wanted his untruth back. His sweet lie. Betsy. That's what he wanted. He may have been good with guns, with killing things, with creating havoc of epic proportions like no one could, but at heart, he was still a blue pill.
"Hey...you wouldn't happen to have...a beer on you, would you?" He asked, patting at Retro's chest, his eyes close, his clothes soaked in his own blood. "I'd like a beer." He deliriously grumbled.
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Post by LIVEnSPIRALS on Jan 19, 2009 0:46:23 GMT -5
Trudging up the block he could see Hatter standing there, ready to snipe off any incoming agents. Since no shots had been fired yet they must still be in the clear. That or the redhead hadn't figured out how to shoot the rifle off properly. Eitherway, it made no difference. He needed to get Mars to the exit point sooner rather than later.
His brown eyes looked through his rose colored glasses at Mars's chest. He was losing a lot of blood, and he was losing it fast. The situation was looking bad, at this rate he wasn't going to make it. Unacceptable, he thought to himself as he felt Mars's body grow limp. Holding the man up by his waist Retro started moving even faster up the block. Feeling the man patting on his chest, hoping to find some booze in his delirium, Retro growled to himself.
"Mars, shut the fuck up," he barked as he drew closer to the payphone. Something that used to seem so close was now a lifetime away. Playing the situation in his mind Retro cursed to himself. "This may hurt a little," he said as he dropped to a knee, and tossed Mars over his shoulder. Grunting as he stood to his feet he quickly began sprinting towards the payphone.
He'd make it in time. He had to.
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Post by blank on Jan 19, 2009 1:05:33 GMT -5
Riiiiiiiiing!
Riiiiiiiiing!
"Fuck this." Foxx spat, picking up the phone and shoving it to Hatter's ear. The woman's avatar began to phase and disappear against her will. Foxx wasn't wasting time.
As the other agents began coming up the street, Foxx gripped her uzis and began firing round after rapid round into them, stepping between them and Retro as they reached the phone.
"Get Mars out of here! Now!" She yelled over her shoulder. But as she did, she took her eye off the bullets long enough to catch one in the shoulder. But it wasn't enough to stop her. She began backing toward the payphone, still unloading on them.
"Fuuuuck!"
Mose, Aron and Lilac gasped in relief as Hatter came to on the ship, gasping desperately for air upon regaining consciousness. "DM..." She whispered, a single tear forming in the crack of her eye. Lilac walked briskly to her, wrapping her arms around the woman in a hug, and at the same time properly pulling the data probe from her headjack.
Aron continued maneuvering through the tunnels, getting closer and closer to Zion.
"One down..." Mose grunted, his throat tight from the grief laden suspense he felt in his heart. "Three to go..."
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