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Confrontations; Will and Random meeting
Topic Started: Mar 29 2009, 12:52 AM (161 Views)
Post #1 Mar 29 2009, 12:52 AM ProjectX
Featuring: Witness, Ray Charles, etc.
Date: March 16th
Time of Day: 12:30 pm
Place: Chicago


The man had identified himself only as Witness. On a secured and untraceable line, he had given Will Winters a short message. He said that he had the evidence Will had been looking for, proof that the prisons were being used for a purpose not even the current United States government could condone. Witness claimed that with the data he would provide, Will would be able to approach the President and have the entire prison administration removed. Perhaps in the shake-up, most of the more obviously wrongly imprisoned mutants could even be released. It was all up to how Will presented his case to President Gyrich. But that was up to him. Witness wanted no part of it once he washed his hands of the information by passing it to Winters. He had backed out of several meetings, but now he had said that it was time. Will was to meet him in an apartment building in Chicago. The place was a worn brick building, with a playground next door where some kids were playing. Inside, the elevator stood open with an old 'out of order' sign hanging from the top. The stairwell was open, and the apartment was on the sixth floor, apartment 6-E

The man had identified himself only as Witness. Via a series of coded messages, he had told Charles Ray that his old partner, Will Winters, had been targeted for removal. That was what they called it, removal. It seemed that Will had gone soft, and was trying to organize an inside rebellion against the current government. It was the mutant in him. Ray had known that his so-called friend had been questioning too much instead of doing his job, but he hadn't known just how far the other man had gone until he recieved the coded messages from Witness. Each message was verified through certain code words to be cleared to the highest levels. What Witness said had been ordered from the very top of the government, but must remain secret in order to maintain plausible deniability. Through these messages, Witness informed Charles Ray that the officials were looking very closely at his own actions, in case he was of the same mindset as his partner. To prove he wasn't, Ray was to perform the removal himself, eliminating his old partner and any threat on his own career and family. He was all too willing to do just that, furious with Will for turning against his government. The last message had directed him to this apartment building, letting him know where Winters would be and when. Now, Ray and 3 of his men stood in apartment 6-D, waiting for the knock to come on the next door over. Another four were waiting in 6-F right across the hall from E. Charles checked his gun once more, a nervous habit from waiting too long in one place. "When you see him, take him down hard. And fast." He informed the others for the tenth time. "Don't give him a chance to react. Just take him."

The man had identified himself only as Witness. Through several letters, he had given Random information that led him to a few people involved in the construction of the prison and its security that he might have been unable to find otherwise. Witness had never explained who he was, only that he wished to help, but couldn't say much. But he'd gone silent for a long time, long enough for Random to possibly wonder if he would ever make contact again. He had been left to his own actions, and had managed to piece together almost everything he would need to make an assault on the prison. Everything except for the access security codes that controlled the blast doors to the inner cell block. Those doors would close upon any attack and were thick enough to stand against a direct missile strike. If any assault was to be successful, the attackers must possess the codes to those inner doors. The codes were known only to four people. The President of the United States, the Warden of the prison, commander of SHIELD, and the man who had helped to design the security for the original prison, Will Winters. But just recently, Witness had finally made contact once more, informing Random that Will Winters would be in a certain building in apartment 6-E at 12:30 pm. He had left Random just enough time to make it to the building, with none to spare for reflection. He would be coming up on it now, as the clock ticked around to 12:30 on the dot.

The man who had identified himself only as Witness slowly sat back in his chair... and waited.


Summary People are being manipulated, and Random and Feather are about to meet.
Tag: Random, Feather
Edited by ProjectX, Mar 29 2009, 12:56 AM.
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Post #2 Mar 29 2009, 01:54 AM David
Featuring:Feather
Date: March 16
Time of Day: 12:30 PM
Place:Chicago

I don’t like it. Will thought with a frown. He had thought that quite a bit lately, and he had even more reason to think so now. He’d done several things he hadn’t liked over the course of his career…for the good of the mission, for the security of the innocents of his country, for the lives of his men, he’d lied, cheated, stolen, killed…and while he had constantly second-guessed himself, he had always come to the conclusion he had done the right thing. That the wrong he had committed was a necessary evil to prevent an even greater wrong. But he couldn’t recall the last time he had thought that. When was the last time he had completed a mission and felt the country was better off because of it?

Not since Avalon.

Sure, at the time, he thought he’d been doing the right thing. Mutants, banding together, forming militias, plotting the overthrow of the government, of course they had to be stopped. And of course a normal prison couldn’t hold them, and a normal police force couldn’t take them down, so it made sense to call in the military. But…

How was a little girl who’s only power was the ability to fly a threat to national security? And he’d dealt with zealots before…the people at the school he had planned the assault on hadn’t exhibited any of the hatred towards the government…not until he’d given them damn good reason to, by violating their civil rights and locking them up, with the barest mockery of a trial, where their only real crime had been…what? Not willingly lining up to be locked up in prison? Because that was really what the Mutant Registration Act was all about, if you refused to submit, you were arrested, and if you submitted, they doctored up a charge against you, and then you were arrested, and subjected to. ..Will felt the bile rise up in his throat again as he recalled the experiments, the abuse, and the humiliation the prisoners had been subjected to…and worse, if possible, the responses he’d gotten when he’d tried to put a stop to it. ‘They are just mutants…serves them right…think they are better then us…who cares…’

Yes, abuse was common in prison…absolute power and all that. He’d been on both ends of the spectrum enough times to know all about it. But the complete lack of oversight, not only ignoring such abuses of power, but actually encouraging them, that was unprecedented in his experience, and he couldn’t turn a blind eye any longer.

How long…until it’s me? He thought with a rueful sigh as he shut down his motorcycle within sight…his sight, at least…of the apartment building where he was supposed to meet his mysterious contact. With his powers, it wouldn’t be hard at all to accuse him of treason, finding some piece of information he shouldn’t have, but truth be told…the government wouldn’t even have to doctor up a charge against him, all they’d have to do was order him to lead another raid against mutants, and when that happened, he’d either refuse, and get locked up for disobeying a lawful order, or obey, and purposefully screw up the mission so badly that he’d be rightfully accused of dereliction of duty. So unless something changed…changed drastically…his continued time of freedom was highly limited. Which was why he was here today.

His informant had claimed to have information, information about some kind of conspiracy involving the prisons, a conspiracy that even the current government was not aware of and could not condone…which in itself was frightening. Given some of the reports he’d filed that had gone ignored…what would be bad enough to gain the administrations attention?

Well…looks like I’m about to find out…finally. Will thought as he dismounted his motorcycle and began walking towards the building. Apartment 6-D…the one with iron bars on the window, blocking his preferred entry point. And while he could probably manage to get them off, it would eliminate the element of surprise. And the bars also meant that there was only one way in and one way out, which screamed ‘trap’ in his military mind…but it could also easily be attributed to shoddy maintenance by the landlord.

Will bypassed the elevator in favor of the stairs…something he would have done even if there hadn’t been an out of service sign on the doors. The stairs simply gave you more options in the event something went wrong. 6-D...there was someone inside, at least, which was a good sign, it meant the room likely wasn’t wired to explode. And there were people in the other rooms as well, which meant the floor hadn’t been cleared in preparation for his arrival, but seemed to be operating under business as usual.

In the front door…I hate the front door. Will thought with a slight shake of his head, but just in case the man in the room was setting a trap for him, he wasn’t going to announce his presence. He was a few minutes early for his appointment…he would have liked to have gotten there sooner, but there wasn’t time…and he wasn’t going to knock either. An unexpected entrance would catch his informant off guard, and that reaction would speak volumes about his motives, perhaps. So Will scanned the door carefully for any sign of boobytraps, trip wires, magnetic contacts, or pressure sensors, as he withdrew his lock picking set from his pocket, and if he failed to find any sign of tampering with the door, he’d open it as quietly as he could and see what the man inside had to say for himself.

Summary Will doesn’t like where his life is right now, and takes a chance to try and fix it.
Tag:Storyteller, mainly.
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Post #3 Mar 30 2009, 09:29 AM Chris
Featuring: Random
Date: March 16
Time of Day: 12:30
Place: Chicago

The last year and a half to two years had been a pretty violent time for Random. Anyone who he could have gotten information from, without tipping the prison system off, was a valid target. Some gave the information easily, with a little pressure. Some…took a lot more. He’d left more than a few bodies behind him, though those had been mostly the more combat oriented types. He was close. He’d been at this for damn near two years. Just one more piece of intel, and he’d have enough.

He didn’t think about the right or wrong of it all. It was just a means to end. A way to get her out… everything else that happened was just a bonus.

He’d had some mysterious help along the way, tips and such that lead to new targets and such for getting what he needed. They were usually pretty solid, at least from the Witness guy. But Random had been set up before hand. They’d jumped him and tried to take him more than a few times. He might be on something of a ends-justify-the-means vengeance path, but he wasn’t stupid. He was tough but not unbeatable. He’d learned to be careful when he could afford it.

Like now. Sure the tip came from Witness who had been solid in the past. But there had been a dearth of activity in that area of late. Plus, the timing sucked. Just enough time to get over there? Barely time to scout the place? Bah. Sounded bad. Even if it wasn’t, Random would take the extra time. Besides, he had the guy’s name now. He had what Random needed. He’d track the guy anywhere if needs be.

Random pulled his car up behind the building in the alley. It wasn’t really his. Just the latest in a long line of acquisitions and temporary vehicles. He doubled checked his gear and pulled the bulky leather coat on, making sure it covered his various accoutrements. He checked the mirror and saw the dark tanned face looking back at him. Makeup was still good; gloves, clothes and sunglasses took care of the rest. He looked like any regular big guy. Not ‘Random’ the mutant.

He got out of the car and looked around before doing a circuit of the place. He headed inside and noted the ‘out of service’ elevator. He glanced around, to make sure no one was around or watching before pulling a small knife out and jamming it into the door space, making sure it stayed open. Maybe it really was broken. Maybe not. But he didn’t need the elevator to make a quick getaway. He was just making sure it didn’t bring help.

He moved to the mailboxes, checking the names on the apartment and the others as well before peeking in the little slot. The little details were often the most telling. Unfortunately, even despite his cautious preferences, time was against him. He turned and started up the stairs. He was on edge, careful. But he knew what had to be done. He was going to get that access code out of Winters. One way or another.


Summary Random arrives, and starts up the stairs
Tag: none most likely (yet anyway)
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Post #4 Apr 4 2009, 04:02 AM ProjectX
Featuring: Charles Ray and company
Date: March 16th
Time of Day: 12:30 pm
Place: Chicago

Their spotter warned them of Will's arrival, and the men inside were ready. Charles Ray himself was faced away from any direction that Will might look through to check on the other inhabitants. None of their weapons were in easy sight of a quick scan. The men themselves had gathered by the television as though intent on watching the football game that blasted from the speakers, covering the sound of Charles pressing a single button on the phone he held in his left hand. The go signal.

As Feather opened the door into apartment 6-E, the single heart beat that he heard within the room picked up dramatically. The man waiting for him wasn't hard to spot. He was the only occupant, sitting in the only chair, which was placed directly in line of sight of the door. A blanket had been placed over him up to the shoulders, hiding the fact that his hands were tied. But the line of tape across the man's mouth was obviously enough. It was with wide, terrified eyes that the man stared at Will as he entered.

Before Will could fully process what he was seeing, the door behind him, to the apartment across the hall, was flung open by one man who stood behind two others. The two in the doorway stood almost shoulder to shoulder, pistols raised in a classic shooters stance. The third man, who had opened the door, now crouched inside the apartment itself, poking the end of a rifle through a hitherto unnoticed but carefully designed hole. The arc of the rifle wasn't much, but it allowed him to point dead on at the spot where Will was standing. Down the hall a bit at the edge of the apartment's space, part of the wall exploded and the fourth man from that apartment pushed his way into the hall, using his own shotgun to block Will's escape.

Even as the shooters behind him were settling into place, a quick series of microexplosions blew a carefully set hole in the wall between apartment 6-E and 6-D. The three men from next door scrambled into position between Will and the man tied to the chair, two with pistols and one with a submachine gun.

Finally, Charles Ray stepped into the hall between the Will and the one with the shotgun. He clapped a few times. "Beautiful. Beautiful. Excellent coordination, people. But..." He drew a Smith & Wesson double-action .45 ACP semi-automatic compact pistol from his waistband. The thing was small, but easy to conceal. He pointed it at his old friend, his old partner. "... I think I can handle this one." He started the speal. "William Winters, you have been found guilty of treason. It is now my duty... and pleasure to carry out your sentence." His finger tightened slowly against the trigger while everyone maintained their own positions.

Then his finger eased as a call came over the headset he wore. "What? Then deal with him!" He almost shouted at the news that Winters apparently had reinforcements coming up the stairs. It was only a momentary distraction, as the barrel of his pistol drifted off of Will, but with his men afraid to take instant action and risk taking the glory from their leader, it just might be enough for Will to make his move.

Meanwhile, the man who had called in the report of Feather's 'reinforcements' shoved his way out of the second floor hallway into the stairwell just as Random started up to the third story. He held his own large calibre handgun tight in his grip as he shouted. "Hey you! Get down on the stairs now! Lay down! Don't make me use this." Please god, don't make me use it The man thought. I'm just the computer guy. However, he was joined by another man above Random at the third story stairwell. This man pointed a Remington 1100 Tactical Shotgun down at the intruder. "Do what he says. Get down, now."

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Post #5 Apr 4 2009, 05:01 AM David
Featuring: Feather
Date: March 16
Time of Day: 12:30 PM
Place: Chicago

TRAP! Will thought after he had opened the door and entered apartment 6-E…not that it took any great skill at deduction on his part. If the fact the man he apparently was supposed to meet with had his mouth taped up, and a quick glance with X-ray vision confirmed Will’s suspicion that his hands were tied, wasn’t enough, the pair of men armed with pistols behind him in the other apartment was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the fact that four other men, armed with pistols, shotguns, and submachine guns quickly appeared through obviously prearranged entrances to cut him off. Why the hell didn’t I notice this before? He raged at himself silently…he’d checked the area before coming in, but hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

The answer to that question became obvious as yet another man appeared in the hallway, but unlike the others, this one didn’t have a weapon in his hands, and this one was someone Will recognized, and more importantly, someone who knew him and his powers, and therefore had been able to construct a trap specifically designed to counter them, and almost as if he had known exactly how Will was going to act. Considering how often the pair had worked together, planning exactly this type of operation, that was exactly the case.

But there was one aspect of Will’s powers that his partner probably didn’t fully comprehend, and that was…when danger loomed (and there was certainly no question of that under the current circumstances) it was as if a switch was thrown in Will’s brain. Due to his hyperactive senses, or perhaps the other way around, his brain always had the ability to take in more detail and analyze it quicker then anyone else, but now, that ability was greatly sharpened, and it was almost as if everything and everyone had frozen in time, to give Will a chance to think and formulate a plan. Not that he appeared to have many options at the moment. Ray might have been a sadist, but he was no fool, and he had made sure to have Will outnumbered at least eight to one. A compliment of sorts, I suppose. Will thought bitterly, even as he heard his now former partner spout some bullshit about Will being a traitor, but the fact that really severed their relationship beyond salvage was the fact Ray stated he was taking pleasure in the act, which meant he was fully buying into whatever crap the government was selling him, and not even giving Will the benefit of the doubt. Though in retrospect, Will wasn’t really surprised. He’d always suspected Ray had a deep-seated prejudice against mutants, and this only served to confirm it.

But apparently, Ray had decided that unlike the TV show, eight wasn’t enough, and he apparently had men stationed in another part of the building as well, and they were reporting that Will was receiving some kind of reinforcements, which was news to Will. If he had a friend in this town, it was no one he knew about. But he wasn’t about to squander this opportunity. For a brief instant, while Ray was distracted, Will had one less weapon pointed at him, which was probably about as good as his odds were going to get.

Of course, the question was…who were the rest of the men with Ray? Proud proponents of the anti-mutant agenda, the type of people who were abusing the system, and the mutants caught up in it? Or simply loyal soldiers, like he had been, doing their jobs and combating what they genuinely believed was a threat to their country? Will knew it was likely the former was the case…it was the type of people Ray would have chosen for this assignment…but if there was any possibility the latter was true…Will couldn’t kill them. Not if they were loyal but misguided patriots.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t attack them, of course. And even as his powers made it seem that everything had frozen in time, that wasn’t entirely the case. Will could still move, albeit in apparent slow motion, but given the fact everyone seemed to be hesitating, unsure what to do, even with the number of guns pointed at him, that may have been enough. Will was certainly going to try.

The first thing he did was crouch down low, not only lowering his center of gravity, but making himself a smaller target as well, out of the immediate line of fire. As he did this, he closed the distance between himself and the men in the apartment with him. This too served two purposes. It brought him closer to the men, who he would now try to use as a shield between himself and the rest of the gunmen out in the hall and the other apartment, but it also brought him close enough to lash out with a kick aimed at one of the men armed with a pistol, hopefully at a sufficient angle that it would knock him into the man with the shotgun, taking them both out of the fight for a moment, and since he appeared to be under the arc of the line of fire of the third man, he didn’t think he had to worry about him at that specific instant. That still left five men behind him, however…not good odds at all. But they were only behind him until he turned around, an action performed at the same time as his kick, so that he was crouched on the floor, balanced on his right foot, with his left extended behind him in a kick.

Will didn’t only have legs, of course, but two hands as well, and he brought them both into play, as he drew a Glock .380 with his left hand, and a Colt .45 with his right. The Colt had more penetration power then the Glock, due to both the power of the round and the ammo he had chosen for it, so he used that to shoot at Ray and the man armed with the shotgun, confident the rounds would penetrate the walls that separated them and hit their intended targets. His other pistol he used to shoot at the pair armed with pistols that had him in their direct line of sight, aiming, like he had with he pair in the hallway, at their legs rather then their vital organs. Yes, that still left the man with the rifle unengaged, but he appeared to be assigned to cut off an escape route and lacked a direct view and shot into the apartment, and the fact he couldn’t be sure where Will was in relation to his own men would probably cause him to hesitate, even if he had orders to try and engage. And there were still the mysterious reinforcements who had called in and distracted Ray, giving Will this chance, and Will would have to deal with them and help out whatever innocent bystander had been mistaken for his backup, but that too was something that was going to have to wait a moment.

Summary A trap, but Will isn’t going down without a fight.
Tag: Ray and company.
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Post #6 Apr 4 2009, 06:17 AM Chris
Featuring:Random
Date: Marhc 16
Time of Day: 12:30
Place: Chicago

Random scowled when the sounds came from above reached him. Numerous but minor detonations. Explosions, no matter how small, where never a good sign. If someone had killed off his only damn chance at getting the last piece of information he needed, Random was going to be seriously pissed off. He drew a pistol with a silencer attached (not that it mattered much now) from under his coat as he picked up his pace.

He hadn’t gotten more than a step when he heard a voice from behind him. A glance over his shoulder showed some idiot with a big handgun. Random scowled and was about to say something threatening when another man stepped out of the doorway on the floor above him, pointing a shotgun down at him.

His scowl intensified somewhat. But they didn’t know who he was apparently, that was a good sign. Preparations paid off sometimes. Still, they weren’t just some regular street thugs. Not that it mattered who they were to Random. They were in his way.

Without pause, Random pointed his own gun at the head of the man above him, pulling the trigger several times, the weapon making soft coughing sounds as it fired. He sprinted up the stairs, juking to one side, as he fired to spoil the aim of the man below him. Whether he blew the guy’s head off or not, Random had no intention of stopping. What he needed was upstairs. These small annoyances were not important and he’d kill them if they persisted and not loose any sleep over it. They were in his way.


Summary Random does not do as he's told
Tag: ST

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Post #7 May 14 2009, 01:59 AM ProjectX
Featuring: Ray & company.
Date: March 16th
Time of Day: 12:30
Place: Chicago

The instant that Ray stopped giving orders to his men below, he knew that that taking his attention off of Will, even for a brief moment, had been a mistake. He saw what was happening, but it was too late. He fired a single shot in desperation as his ex-partner lunged into the room, screaming an obscenity as his shot blew a chunk of the wall off.

The man crouched in the room with his gun out the hole had turning his gaze slightly in a questioning glance to the two beside him as the report came over the com that their quarry wasn't alone. Then he heard Will move and jerked back, nearly firing before seeing that the aim was spoiled while their leader ineffectually shot the wall. "Shit!" He cursed and drew back, swinging around to come up behind the other two men for a shot into the opposite room.

The three men that Will lunged into the room with were briefly taken by surprise that a man so out numbered and surrounded would go on the offensive. Their hesitation, brief as it was, gave him his opening. His kick lashed out into the man on the left, who reflexively pulled his trigger, firing a shot into the ceiling while he fell backwards and sideways into the man armed with the sumachine gun. Both men tumbled to the floor, briefly occupied.

The third man in the room lowered his gun slightly, adjusting his aim to take Will's lowered stance into account. He managed to squeeze off a shot, but he acted too quickly, firing before his pistol was fully lined up. Will would feel the bullet rip through his shirt, skimming the skin of his shoulder it was so close. The second shot wouldn't miss.

Ray screamed again in anger. "Get him! Get him!" He started to rush forward, but jerked sideways near the wall mounted fire extinguisher as Will's fire ripped through the wall, narrowly missing his right leg. "Fuck you, Winters!" He yelled before snatching the shotgun out of the hand of the man behind him. He cocked it once and fired at the doorway, but it was an odd angle as he couldn't yet see directly into the room. The shot blew a good chunk of the doorframe away. "You hear me?! Fuck you!"

Even before their commanding officer's yell, the two men standing abreast in the opposite apartment were acting. The first man fired a carefully aimed shot that nonetheless went low and wide of its mark as Will moved with the agility and speed of a man much younger than he was. He didn't dare fire again and risk hitting one of his companions. The man next to him came into the hall to gain a better angle when the first of Will's return fire caught him in the left leg, dropping him with a cry.

The man with the rifle made it into the same spot that his leg-shot companion had just vacated, raising the rifle to his shoulder to take aim.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the man below Random breathed a sigh of relief as the man with the shotgun arrived. Thank god, he wasn't going to have to-- Fuck! The asshole was charging! Was he that stupid?! Raising his suddenly far too heavy pistol, the man managed to get a shot off that hit Random in the lower back, doing little more than causing him annoyance. Seeing that, the man fired once more before his eyes widened, and his hands shook so much that firing again would have been even more useless. "Sh-sh-shit!"

The man above Random, named Luke, reacted with less surprise and more annoyance as the intruder began to charge up the stairs. He jerked aside from the shots of the silenced pistol and started to bring the shotgun up once more, but realized the futility of the action. The large man was faster than he looked, and was nearly on top of him already. Immediately, Luke dropped the shotgun. Screw it, he didn't like guns nearly as much as he liked what he was about to do. Ray said to use regular weapons to avoid standing out, but fuck him. He raised both hands as though he were surrendering. Instead, two white balls of flame sprang to life in Luke's hands, growing larger and hotter. "Come on!" He yelled. "You want a piece of me?!"

Summary The fight is in the apartment, and Random has a Luke Warm greeting. :P
Tag: Feather, Random
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Post #8 May 14 2009, 03:50 AM David
Featuring: Feather
Date: March 16
Time of Day: 12:30
Place: Chicago

That was too close for comfort. Will thought in a tremendous understatement as he felt a bullet tear through his shirt and felt the tell-tale burning sensation that meant it had creased his skin as well. But it wasn’t the full-fledged pain that would have come had the bullet done serious damage, so it could be ignored for the moment. The same couldn’t be said for the man who had fired the shot, though…he was far too close to miss again, given the opportunity, one of course Will didn’t intend to provide him.

He wasn’t the only threat, so once again Will would have to split his attention to deal with multiple opponents. But that was a skill Will had developed over decades both in and out of the military, and he used it to good effect now. First order of business…take out the gun aimed at him at point blank range out of the equation, which Will tried to do by using his momentum to continue to move forward, beside the still standing man, in passing aiming a kick at the head of the man armed with a pistol who had fallen to the floor, hopefully rendering him unconscious, while also hopefully moving not only under the firing arc of the still standing man, but actually behind him, therefore utilizing him as a shield against the men still out in the hallway. As for the other two armed men still in the room with him…he fired a shot from the .380 in his left hand at the biggest threat of the two…the one armed with the submachine gun…aimed at the man’s right shoulder. A debilitating injury, but not a fatal one. As for his right hand…he dropped the pistol he had been holding in that so he had a free hand to use to grasp the wrist and hand of the man he was using for cover, so Will could make the man’s pistol point and fire when he chose, which was toward the still remaining threat out in the hall.

Yeah…I hear you. Will thought as Ray screamed obscenities at him…he heard the man, but he wasn’t going to waste the effort replying, just as he couldn’t waste the effort being concerned what was happening with the stray shots the other men were firing, or about the confrontation occurring below.

Maybe… Will thought as he spotted the fire extinguisher in the hall. He only had time to pick one target, and there were five people in the hall. His earlier retaliation had managed to hit one of the men, who had fallen to the ground…unfortunately to be replaced with an even bigger threat, the man armed with a rifle. And Ray himself had done him the favor of taking the man with the shotgun temporarily out of the equation, by yanking his weapon away from him. So there were only three he had to worry about at this specific moment…but three was still too many when he only had a single pistol to use. Using conventional tactics, that was. So instead of aiming at the men, he would try to direct his potential hostage’s pistol at the fire extinguisher in the hall, in hopes of rupturing it and causing an explosion that would hopefully not only take out Ray, the man closest to it, but at the very least cause a distraction that would prevent the others from attacking, and give Will another precious few seconds to even the odds.

Summary Outnumbered, but Will fights on.
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Post #9 May 27 2009, 04:37 AM Chris
Featuring: Random
Date: March 16
Time of Day: 12:30
Place: Chicago

Random didn’t even flinch when the round his him from behind. Hell, it never even touched his skin not that it would have mattered if it had. He might have looked like a large regular human but he was far from it. He mutation adapted to all sorts of things, mitigating if not outright nullifying threats. But it wasn’t perfect and he knew very well that he could be hurt or his powers overwhelmed. So he planned ahead. Hence the bulletproof under vest he wore. Maybe a bit ridiculous at times given his power and resistances but better that than dead or captured. He’d come rather close a couple times.

He ignored the continued fire from below as he headed up the stairs. But it took quite a bit of practice and skill to hit a moving target in the small of the back like that, especially when said target was moving up and away. It led Random to some unpleasant conclusions. The flames that burst from the second man’s hands combined with the rest indicated some even more unpleasant thoughts. They didn’t know he was Random or they would have changed tactics and the gunfire from above meant they were here from someone else. There weren’t coincidences really, so they were here for the same target. Random couldn’t have that. He didn’t care why they wanted him. But he needed those codes from Winters.

Once upon a time, Random would have enjoyed a good tussle and fight. It would have been good fun for him. But he was different now; in some ways better, some worse. He had a goal; it wasn’t about him anymore. Of course, Random wasn’t as nice as he once was by any means. He couldn’t waste time with this guy. The man was just an obstacle in his way.

When he neared the landing and the fellow with blazing hands, Random fired off several shots. The first was at the man’s chest. He wasn’t sure if the guy’s burning hands could handle it or had some power to deal with bullets. If so, no worries. It kept the guy distracted and bought him a moment or two hopefully. If not, even better. But most people didn’t think to block their feet, which was where the other 2 shots were headed. It didn’t kill someone, usually, but it sure as hell incapacitated them. And for now, that’s all Random needed.

As he ran up and fired, Random didn’t bother moving all the way up onto the landing. Instead, he leapt up onto the railing and pushed off up, landing on the next set of stairs. He might look like a slow Grade 1 thug but he had the agility of an Olympic gymnast. He liked to keep his abilities a secret as long as possible but time was of the essence. Eyeing the results of his gunfire over one shoulder, and to make sure he wasn’t attacked from behind without noticing, he continued upwards and reached under his jacket for something to help the situation.


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