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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2009, 11:47 AM (149 Views) | |
| Jason Young | Mar 12 2009, 11:47 AM Post #1 |
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The message had been received while Jason was at work and no sooner had he been able to leave did the wolf head straight for his apartment to gather what was needed for the task at hand. Despite the grimace that had been written on his face when he saw the name 'Goldilocks' appear on his phone, Jason still took the matter seriously. Obviously there was no going back now as far as his views on the Resistance. Jason had already talked it out with Emi several months back. Goldilocks was back, whether he liked it or not. With a duffel bag filled with weapons and ammo, Jason had arrived at the docks around nine o'clock. The rain still persisted even after the sun had set, beating down in sheets and creating low visibility. Not exactly the more opportune time for a job, but it was not that bad either. Any weather had its pros and cons, it was how one used it to their advantage that made the difference. The werewolf had made no contact with 'Tinkerbell' prior, knowing that the man would show up eventually and before the scheduled meeting time. Jason had only met the jaguar once, during the initial meeting of all of the lycanthrope leaders. Unfortunately the only thing Jason could really remember was that the man was a smooth talker -- remember the light flirtations with Emilia. Even recalling it now, Jason knew he had to be blind to not realize his feelings for the other woman. But, those thoughts were shoved aside as Jason dropped the fire escape on a nearby building. Only three stories, it still provided the clearest view of the docks. He only stopped for a moment to mark the side of the building with a neon marker -- a small cue for his partner to know where he was but not exactly noticeable to any passerbys. Once on top of the roof, Jason moved to a corner before he dropped the duffel bag down near the ledge. Covered in a black poncho, it was really the only thing that shielded him from the cold rain. Dropping down in a crouch, he leaned against one side of the tall ledge just to have his back against something while still giving himself a vantage point of the dock. A glance at his watch showed there was around thirty minutes left before meeting. All that was left was to wait. Edited by Jason Young, Mar 12 2009, 11:47 AM.
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| Charles Brettenholm | Mar 14 2009, 01:24 PM Post #2 |
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He'd received the message when he was at the Evergreen building, completing the painting in fact, and when he had seen it his face had paled. He knew of course that it was coming. It had to happen eventually, that they would have to take action in order to protect themselves and others, but that didn't mean he liked it. In fact he hated it. Well... kinda. On one side it would be nice to put his skills to use again. On the other when he had done these things before it had always been on the side of the law. Now it wasn't, and he didn't feel good about it. Not of course that the law was just in France, but it was still law and to not follow it made him nervous. Still... he would do this, because he had agreed to and because he knew there was no other choice. Besides, he wasn't going to disappoint Emi. So he'd gone upstairs, took a quick shower, changed into some black jeans, a black t-shirt and strapped on the holsters for his guns. He slipped the Desert Eagle into the holster on one side, the Browning on the other, after making sure their clips were full and safeties on. He even grabbed his knives two, one per sheath on the insides of his arms, making sure the straps were just loose enough that they moved along with him and didn't chafe. There was a nice sort of calm to the ritual of gearing up, and after he'd laced up his boots he pulled on a hoodie and then his water-treated leather jacket over that. Adjusting it to make sure the weapons he was carrying didn't show, he grabbed his backpack and went back into the weapons room. Now the rocket launcher would be major overkill, so he didn't take it, but he did toss in his shotgun and a couple of flashbangs. He thought about taking the sniper rifle, but he didn't think he felt like sitting on a rooftop and taking pot shots. Making sure to slip in a couple of earpieces, he zipped up the bag and went out of his apartment after locking up the room. Reaching the ground floor, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, checked it one last time to memorize the faces and location, then headed out, wincing as he saw the sheeting rain. Wasn't the best, but wasn't the worse weather for this either. He just hoped to hell it didn't get foggy, because THAT would make things really difficult. Fog would damp scent and fuck with visibility. Not two things that he wanted to have happen. Now his partner for this mission Charles barely remembered. Except that the other male was the Ulfric and seemed to be quite uptight. And people said the British were that way... He hailed a cab to about two blocks away and then got out, walking the rest of the way, the rain drenching him but thank god for the waterproofing on his jacket and backpack. Expensive, but very useful, especially where he came from. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was still thirty minutes to the meeting as he slipped into the yard. This one would/should be easier, but once people started to realize that a group was taking action on them? They would be on their guard. Passing a building he just saw the flash of neon, and grinning he figured it was probably a mark from Reaper, but on the off chance it was from the group they were supposed to kill he quieted his steps and made sure to remain silent as he scaled the building. Making it to the three story roof he popped over the edge, and a couple steps closer had the smell of a vaguely familiar wolf reaching him. Yep, Reaper then. Creeping up beside the male he grinned over from beneath the sopping hood. "Hello Reaper, nice to meet you." He winked, letting the male know that yes he DID remember him, before slinging his pack forward and reaching into one of the pockets, sheltering the open bag from the rain with his body. Pulling out an earpiece, he passed it over to Jason and then pulled the other one out, inserting it in his ear and adjusting until it was comfortable. "There you go. It's set up, frequency protected and all that. A closed circuit, only allows communication between these two devices. Sleek and sexy eh? Kind of like Goldilocks in that respect." |
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| Jason Young | Mar 14 2009, 01:49 PM Post #3 |
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The rain was unrelenting and the patter of it against the plastic of the poncho was just a bit of an annoyance as Jason waited in silence. Waiting was always the hardest part, just the pure anticipation and the build up to when the work began. Not to mention the tendency of one's mind to wander and lose focus. Start day dreaming and before you know it the opportunity for a shot was gone or someone else had you in their sights instead. For that reason and also as a means of preparation, Jason began to pull out the pieces of gunmetal to start the assembly of the sniper rifle. The man had done it a million times and could probably do it blind folded if he chose to. But now was not the time to be showing off. Two targets to take out and important ones at that. Not to mention the thought of failure was not one that sat well with Jason. Girlfriend or not, this was serious and he would not let her down. A shadow out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, prompting him to look toward the jaguar just after he had hoped over the ledge and was making it over to where Jason was crouched against the ledge wall, "Hello Reaper, nice to meet you." The wink that followed only reminded Jason of his first and only encounter with the other man, "Tinkerbell..." Despite the annoyance at the memory of the man's mild flirtation with Emi, it was hard not to hide the smirk on his face at the other man's code name. The assembled sniper rifle was placed on the ground next to Jason, partially shielding it from the rain before he reached out to accept the earpiece, "There you go. It's set up, frequency protected and all that. A closed circuit, only allows communication between these two devices. Sleek and sexy eh? Kind of like Goldilocks in that respect." There was a moment of hesitation when Jason reached back to place the earpiece on his ear, a dark look directed to Charles, "Good thinking..." He said simply in regards to the earpiece before the rifle was picked up, along with the ammo needed to start loading the bullets into the chamber, "Shouldn't take too long. A shot to the head each and its a done deal." As the bullets were loaded, he glanced up at the jaguar again, "So how did you get the name Tinkerbell? Wouldn't think you swung that way." A question out of the blue, sure. But Jason felt the need to take a stab at the man considering what he had just said about Goldilocks. A bit of Alpha male ribbing. Or at least that's what Jason had thought... |
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| Charles Brettenholm | Mar 14 2009, 03:54 PM Post #4 |
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The dark look just made him grin. Yeah, he'd remembered correctly alright. This guy was uptight as all hell, heck, he'd only been trying to make guy talk. Talk about women and the like, but this guy didn't seem to even want to do that. So either he was uptight or really focused on the job, and ultimately it amounted to the same thing in his head. At least Jason admitted the earpieces had been a good idea though. "Shouldn't take too long. A shot to the head each and its a done deal." Charles shook his head. "That's only if we're lucky Reaper. One of them may be a pyro of unknown strength. The other is ex- special forces like myself, probably American, and we don't know if they're alone. It could be easy, but I doubt it will be that much. So... you stay up here with the sniper rifle kay?" He zipped shut the smaller pocket and opened the bigger one, pulling out the shotgun with a look of glee. "God I love this gun." "So how did you get the name Tinkerbell? Wouldn't think you swung that way." He tilted his head curiously at the wolf and chuckled quietly. "I got that name from Goldilocks actually. Came from a conversation we had once. I would not deny that woman anything she had her heart set on, and so when she called me 'Tinkerbell' it stuck. When I was in special ops I was known as 'the Joker' though." He smirked and continued to speak. "Oh and I don't swing that way, as a certain blond we both know could attest." It was the male way to brag about conquests, but at least he wasn't being blunt about it. "Damn that woman has some fire and inventiveness to her." He chuckled again and checked that the shotgun was loaded and ready. "I'm going to make my way down and find a decent spot to lurk. You good up here mate?" Of course he had no idea what went on between Goldilocks and Reaper, none at all. Even if he HAD known though he wouldn't have bragged any less. Charles had never been known as a sensitive guy. Edited by Charles Brettenholm, Mar 14 2009, 03:57 PM.
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| Jason Young | Mar 15 2009, 02:11 PM Post #5 |
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"That's only if we're lucky Reaper. One of them may be a pyro of unknown strength. The other is ex- special forces like myself, probably American, and we don't know if they're alone. It could be easy, but I doubt it will be that much. So... you stay up here with the sniper rifle kay?" The werewolf regarded the other man for a moment. Almost with an 'oh really?' look on his face. In Jason's mind he had already determined that sniping the targets from a vantage point would be the best course of action based on the information that 'Goldilocks' had supplied. Somehow getting up close and personal with a potential pyro was not something Jason looked forward to -- considering fire was an awfully nasty thing to heal and near impossible. But perhaps the jaguar could provide a distraction... Jason pushed that thought aside as quickly as it had came to him. As amusing as it was in his mind, the wolf would not allow someone else on a mission to be hurt. Apart of the syndicate it was his job to look after and help direct others who reported to him. Tinkerbell here included. Speaking off... I got that name from Goldilocks actually. Came from a conversation we had once. I would not deny that woman anything she had her heart set on, and so when she called me 'Tinkerbell' it stuck. When I was in special ops I was known as 'the Joker' though." The man nodded with a smirk of his own, amused that Emi had been the one to name the other man Tinkerbell. He could alone assume it was an inside joke on her part. Or so he had thought, "Oh and I don't swing that way, as a certain blond we both know could attest." Now what the fuck did that mean? Jason paused setting up the sniper on the ledge to look back at the man, "Damn that woman has some fire and inventiveness to her. I'm going to make my way down and find a decent spot to lurk. You good up here mate?" "Yeah..." The words came out slowly and just a bit gruff from Reaper, though could still be heard under the dull roar of rain. Did Tinkerbell here imply what he thought he did? Jason's eyes narrowed at the thought while not stopping the man from departing from the roof as he contemplated what Charles as said. Perhaps the jaguar would make good fodder after all. |
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| Charles Brettenholm | Mar 16 2009, 03:38 PM Post #6 |
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All the other man said was a single word and Charles rolled his eyes, heading over to the edge of the roof, looking down, and then dropping to the ledge he'd jumped to to get up he dropped the rest of the way, landing with his knees slightly bent. He thought Reaper was thinking this was going to be too easy. He'd maybe be able to get off two shots and drop the main targets, maybe but if there were any others they could take cover, and he did not want to be faced with a stalemate, hence him wanting to be down here. A clean up crew so to speak, plus to make sure none of them got away. Goldilocks orders had been clear. Besides, he wanted an excuse to use his shotgun dammit! Grinning, he spoke very softly into the earpiece. "Ready up there Reaper?" Finding a spot was easy enough. A small vantage point amid a stack of crates, and as soon as he found it he heard the rumble of engines. Engines? He saw the vehicles pull in, three of them, and when he recognized the two marks stepping out of the first he smiled. When he saw an additional eight pile out of the other two vehicles he swore softly. "See that Reaper? Marks ahead and to the left of you." The pyro didn't worry him in the rain. The worst the bugger could probably do is create a cloud of steam in it anyway. "Hey, think you can take out the marks? I'll work on the rest." He hummed, the tune from the Twilight Zone actually. "I'll start when you do mate. By the way... lighten up. Shooting someone isn't the end of the world. Sucks maybe, but.. I never thought I'd say this, it's us or them now." |
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| NPC | Mar 18 2009, 05:25 PM Post #7 |
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 Pamela :: Humans First Agent :: Telekinetic Pamela stepped out of one of the larger black vehicles, a permanent frown resting on her lips as she regarded the two hired men once they’d exited their own. From what she’d heard they’d gathered a couple of leads; however what she wasn’t happy about was the blatant way they’d done it. There were surveillance photos of them drinking and gambling and apparently they hadn’t been quite as discrete about their objective as they should have been. After all, they were dealing with dangerous people here. While there was little known about a so-called underground organisation, various contacts in the shady business had thrown around hints about something. And the re-emergence of an old local terrorist certainly didn’t make things look better. As she glared at the two men who looked like the cats who’d got the cream, the woman made a simple signal and instantly one of her own men shot Mr Jacobs in the head – the silenced shot from the pistol barely making a noise before the man fell to the ground in a heap. Before Mr Henley could even react he stopped in place, his hands shooting up to grab at his collar which tightened around his throat, cutting off his air. Pamela’s voice then cut through the night air as she hissed sharply, “You think we weren’t stupid enough to watch you? Something leaked.” The woman made no further move toward the man, simply holding him in place with her own special ability. The rain was an advantage given he wasn’t exactly shy about using his powers usually. A couple of men walked to either side of Mr Henley with guns pressed against his head on either said, “But you can make this easier on yourself. You have leads on where some of the players can be found – what are they?” Releasing her ‘hold’ on his collar, the woman raised an eyebrow as he coughed slightly and growled, ”You fucking bitch.” A moment later he screamed as his upper arm snapped as though bent by strong hands, ”FUCK!” “If you were smarter about how you did things Mr Henley, instead of showcasing yourselves, then you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You can spare yourself the unfortunate fate of Mr Jacobs if you’ll tell us now what you know...” The last few words were growled out as one of her other people mumbled quietly behind her that he could 'feel' them being watched. With a cold anger in her eyes, the telekinetic ‘twisted’ the hitman’s broken arm while signalling for her men to get ready to run or fight, “NOW!” ”ARGH! Fuck! Temp-... Temptations! And that fuckin whatsits... FREAK hospital!” “Leave him,” The woman quickly turned her back on the sorry excuse and spoke and moved fast, “Francesco, call in the leads now.” Along with the other agents, she pulled her Colt from her own holster while the man beside her pulled out his cell phone as she scanned the area, “At least try to give them something to work with.” |
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| Jason Young | Mar 19 2009, 10:16 AM Post #8 |
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"Ready up there Reaper?" With fingers pressed against the earbud, adjusting it slightly so he could hear the other man more clearly, Jason replied back through the device, "Ready." The sniper rifle was perched on the ledge while Jason shifted to a position that would be semi-comfortable and ensure his muscles did not tighten painfully or lose circulation. Once situated, he leaned in easily against the ledge and brought the butt of the rifle against his shoulder before peering through the high powered scope. The rain was still relentless but the scope easily pierced the distance and provided him with enough focus to pick out targets. At the sound of engines, Jason brought his head up briefly to observe the number of vehicles that had just arrived on the scene. Upon hearing Charles through the comm, Jason resumed his watch through the high-powered lense. Unfortunately his view was somewhat obstructed momentarily by some cargo bins as the various people piled out with the marks among them. "Hey, think you can take out the marks? I'll work on the rest. I'll start when you do mate. By the way... lighten up. Shooting someone isn't the end of the world. Sucks maybe, but.. I never thought I'd say this, it's us or them now." "Killing them isn't what bothers me." He replied through the earpiece. In reality it was something else that nagged at the back of Jason's mind and that was just what sort of relationship had Charles and Emi had? More importantly when? Suddenly those thoughts were shattered when Jason watched as a woman approached the marks and raised a gun before planting a bullet right in the man's head, "That... bothers me." He murmured under his breath and into the earpiece at the same time, "You watching this, Tink?" In silence he looked on as the second mark was questioned and rather severely by the mystery woman. As far as he could remember Emi had not mentioned anything about this women but it was abundantly clear that she was running the show. Jason's ears strained from his position to hear her but could only pick up faint voices from where he was and he silently wished he was down on the ground with Charles just so he could hear what was going on. ”ARGH! Fuck! Temp-... Temptations! And that fuckin whatsits... FREAK hospital!” Jason's eyes widened at the mention of both Temptations and the 'Freak Hospital' -- the man's cries loud enough for the wolf to hear, "Fuck." He hissed under his breath, his scope shifting away from the woman and to the man who was now pulling out a cellphone. Closing one eye, he brought the cross hair up and on point with the man's temple. Steadying his aim, Jason squeezed the trigger and the rifle shot pierced the air just as the bullet pierced the targets skull and dropped him to the ground. |
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| Charles Brettenholm | Mar 21 2009, 10:35 AM Post #9 |
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The killing wasn't what was bothering him? Then what had crawled up the other man's ass and died then? Charles had no idea, so oh well, he wasn't going to dwell on it. But maybe he'd take the man for a few beers when this was done. A sort of pat on the back for a mission well done. He was maybe twenty feet away from the group, peering between some crates, and he saw a rather attractive, voluptuous woman. His first reaction was a smile, but then he saw the look on her face and he smelled the fear of the men behind her. Oh ho ho they had a queen bitch here, lovely.... So he was surprised, but kept from making a sound when the first male, Jacobs, was shot in the head. Though he slowly brought his shotgun up, shit was definitely about to hit the fan. Except something strange happened. Henley stopped in place, and from this distance his eyes were wide and he could smell... fear? What was going on? His hand shot up to grab his collar too, and the jaguar blinked, tilting his head. Strange thing to be doing when someone had just shot your mate in the head. “You think we weren’t stupid enough to watch you? Something leaked.” Wow... they had top, grade-A smart queen bitch here. Apparently the woman had her own sources that had told her of the leak... At least it was now that she was mentioning it and thank god she had actually showed. A meeting here was infinitely better than one on a crowded street. No real chance of collateral damage here, thank god, though he was sure the day would come when he'd have to kill someone and risk harming another as well. Shifting ever so slightly to the balls of his feet, he made ready, and hearing Reaper's mutter he responded very, very quietly. "Yeah Reaper I am, and.. something isn't right." There were guns to the side of the man's head now, and he blinked. Why was the male not defending himself? He could heat those guns Charles was sure but he wasn't doing a fucking thing. “But you can make this easier on yourself. You have leads on where some of the players can be found – what are they?” He kept quiet now, listening, intensely curious. The man wasn't even saying anything! Though he did a moment later, calling the woman a fucking bitch and Charles arched a brow. Now he didn't know the woman but he knew the type, knew it wouldn't have a good reaction and so was unsurprised when the male screamed... but he was surprised because no one had fucking touched him. “If you were smarter about how you did things Mr Henley, instead of showcasing yourselves, then you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You can spare yourself the unfortunate fate of Mr Jacobs if you’ll tell us now what you know...” He hissed quietly as he heard one of the men mutter that he could 'feel' them being watched. That wasn't good, but at least they weren't running yet. Him and Reaper still had time, but when he saw Henley's arm move, as if being twisted by... invisible hands? His eyes narrowed. Oh fucking... bloody... hell. He saw the men ready themselves too, at a signal from the woman, and he tensed, grabbing one of his knives while he brought the shotgun up. He saw the arm move again and he shook his head. There was something... ”ARGH! Fuck! Temp-... Temptations! And that fuckin whatsits... FREAK hospital!” He heard Reaper's oath in his ear and shook his head. "Ready when you are." Which was when the woman spoke, dismissing Henley, and said to call in the- A single shot echoed, and the man who had the cell phone, well, his head exploded pretty much, and Charles grinned as he popped up from the crates, leaping to the top of one in a crouch, aiming, and taking a shot at the woman. Take out the alpha and the rest would be easier to kill... Henley he ignored for now. It was pissing rain, his arm was broken. He wasn't a danger right now, but the woman... He realized something then. "Reaper! The woman! We got ourselves a fucking telekinetic mate!" He shot several rounds towards the woman, and as one male brought up his gun he threw his knife, taking the male in the throat, laughing out loud as the male gave a gurgling scream and toppled over. Edited by Charles Brettenholm, Mar 21 2009, 10:35 AM.
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| NPC | Apr 16 2009, 05:29 PM Post #10 |
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Pamela :: Humans First Agent :: Telekinetic As soon as the information was delivered there would be other agents sent out to both of those locations. It shouldn’t have surprised her that Temptations was involved – too many people loosened their tongues there. The hospital being a cover though, that was interesting and Pamela could only wonder just what kind of dealings they had there. Unfortunately, a single shot, as well as distinct ‘crack’ of bullet meeting bone and the spatter of warm blood and... other pieces hitting her stole those thoughts away instantly as everyone in the immediate area was alerted to the new danger. Pamela’s defences were raised already as she spun around, gun in hand while her other hand reached for her own cell phone. Movement from behind a bunch of crates signalled the arrival of what she’d consider a suicidal man if not for the speed and strength of his actions. However, he wasn’t the one who’d shot one of her men either – that had been a sniper and her eyes scanned the area only briefly before she heard the close attacker’s voice, "Reaper! The woman! We got ourselves a fucking telekinetic mate!" A cruel grin stretched her lips a moment as she focussed on him and the sudden shots aimed in her direction, and as the bullets neared within a metre of her they stopped in mid air, “Indeed you have.” Suddenly the ammunition flung back as quickly as if it had been fired and Pamela raised her own gun and shot at the creature while she called out around her, “Freidricks! Pinpoint the sniper!” She had no doubt that the empath would be able to pick up the position of this ‘Reaper’ so they could at least attempt to hide from their view, however she didn’t want to get stuck here for too long considering it looked like these were professionally trained people. “Johnston! Start one of the cars, now!” Pamela shot at the man shooting through her own men while flipping her own phone open, “Fucking animals,” She growled, a headache and hot flush beginning to set in as it did when she had to use her gift so acutely. It didn’t matter, as long as she got the information across – at least this definitely confirmed there was some organisation going on, all they needed to do was take it down from the inside. |
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| Jason Young | Apr 25 2009, 02:38 PM Post #11 |
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"Reaper! The woman! We got ourselves a fucking telekinetic mate! Charles' voice rang clear through the earpiece and the werewolf refrained from another curse though it was certainly in his thoughts. The situation had already turned sour with their presence, but it seemed that even though Iveriot hated preternaturals, she had no issue using gifted humans to do her dirty work. Strong ones at that as Jason watched Charles get several shots off on the woman, only to have the bullets come to a dead stop right in front of her. With precision they were flung back. Damnit, why did the jaguar need to get in thick of it down there? The scene had turned into pure chaos and Jason was tasked with attempting to pick out a target. The woman was smart though as she moved, causing some of Jason's view to be obstructed for the moment. Instead he settled on picking off a man who had stopped for a moment to shoot at Charles, placing a bullet in the back of the man's head. "You need to get the fuck out of there!" He snapped to the jaguar, "She's stopping your fucking bullets!" Unfortunately Jason had not noticed a man looking right up at his direction until he heard shouts regarding the warehouse that the werewolf was perched, "I've been spotted." He confirmed over the earpiece before he lined up his sight with the man who had discovered him and fired off another round. |
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