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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 02:02 AM Post #1 |
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It was a large open area in the warehouse district. four buildings at each of the cardinal directions. In the center of clearing was a dead body.. It was shot through the head, clean through and through. Several police cars were parked and the scene was roped off, however it was a rather fresh crime scene. Jameson kneeled down at the scene of the Crime. Honestly he hadn't been out much on cases lately but the police had specifically requested him in this one and pleaded.. It seemed they were really stuck and he could see why.. A clean shot through the head.. And the nearest building was five hundred meters off.. Judging by trajectory they had isolated the likely building but they couldn't determine much more... But then that was why he had an assassin for this sort of thing.. "So what's the best sniping location you can see around here..?" Jameson said looking up from the body towards the buildings. "I mean if you were taking this shot about where would you situate yourself..?" He said to Chetri.. He'd brought her along for her expertise and because frankly it wasn't wise right now for ANYONE in the WDA to going anywhere alone.. "Can you do your weird... THING you do and give me an actualy trajectory rather than an estimation..?" He said standing and turning to be roughly where the man was when he got shot. He pointed onto his head where the bullet was. "Judging from the rather shallow entry it was probably far off from not too high up.. show me what ya' got." However Jameson felt something.. Far on the edge of his sensory radius... "...SHIT. EVERYONE DO-" Bang. A single shot. Luckily Jameson had thrown up a barrier instinctively. It wasn't aimed at him though. But you cast a wide net to catch fish. However when he went to dissipate it it instead crackled.. covered in pink electricity.. His barrier was.. stuck?! The bastard captured his barrier! "D-Damn! EVERYONE GET DOWN AND BEHIND SOMETHING.." He felt it.. It was coming. It wasn't clear where the killer was.. He could feel his projected emotions but not his location.. Was it being hidden...? That would mean 016-43-7890 was here... The Fauxison.. but he wasn't shooting.. Who was this person? Edited by Cypriss, Dec 9 2010, 02:13 AM.
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| Katyusha | Dec 9 2010, 03:56 AM Post #2 |
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It was a cool evening at about the time they arrived. It was actually the first time she'd been out on a case like this since she'd agreed to work for him, but she understood his reasons easily enough. It was a murder investigation apparently, and so she'd have plenty of experience and expertise to provide. ...From the other point of view at least. It made sense that knowing how the other side would think would provide an advantage. All the same however, it still felt strange to be on the other side of the fence for once, and that all the uniformed officers around were not after her for a murder she'd just committed. But what's past is prologue, and for now Jameson requested her to look around and get an idea of where it was from, and she nodded in response. "One moment." Her eyes changed color as she activated the circuit, and it took a moment for her to filter out the 'noise'. The blood spatter was a fairly good indicator at least. She surveyed the scene quietly, and walked up to the body for a general idea of how tall he was, and where the bullet had entered and exited his head. From that, based on the injuries, it was easy enough for her to see how the blood ended up where it did. Then the shot would have been fired right around... She could clearly see it now, the probable trajectory of the shot. Accounting for the wind, it looked to her like a long, thin line she could see distinctly through the night, and her eyes scanned it to it's source. She found herself staring at the nearest large building, the one some 500 metres away. Not a bad shot, she thought, looking intently at it. She wasn't entire sure why, but something seemed... off. As if the night was hiding something within the darkness. ![]() Her instinct kicked in at that moment, and she realised that whoever it was who shot this man, he was still there. There was no time to call out a warning, but Jameson had already detected it himself. She saw the flash, and the impact of the bullet against the barrier, followed by the distinct whistling of something cutting through the air and the distant crack of a rifle at long range. Contrary to what most people thought, the sound of high power firearms actually arrived shortly after the bullet had already hit. The supersonic speed of such projectiles made them arrive of any audible warning. That was part of what made being shot at so unnerving. There wasn't any time for thinking at this point. Training and instincts asserted themselves again, and she had already grabbed Jameson by the wrist, and, without a word, was pulling/dragging him along as she ran to get behind something that would offer some sort of concealment and cover, and then practically hurling him behind a wall as she herself dropped to a knee behind it. "How unexpected of him to still be there." she explained calmly "Normally you'd run away after the first shot. He's not thinking like a normal gunman." |
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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 04:33 AM Post #3 |
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"That's probably because this guy is an enemy of mine.. He's not an average person... moreover there are at least two.." Jameson said as he was drug away. He was lucky at times like this to have an analytical brain that was good at thinking quickly. Even in a high stakes high stress situation like this he wasn't loosing his ability to think clearly. He reached for his Bat Shot and clicked the memory, plugging it in and bring it to life. He let it fly out quickly from their position towards the police chief. He flipped open his phone using it as a speaker. "Police chief.. Please give me fifteen minutes in which to resolve this situation before you send in any officers.." He said calmly. "This is for my sake mostly... I don't want the deaths of any officers on my chest.. It will take that long for BOARD or special tactics to get here anyway, right? Then just allow me to act as I wish until then.." He flipped it closed and sighed. "They'd probably do it without me asking.. An enemy like this isn't what a police officer is trained for.." "Listen if we're going to make it through this I need you operating at 100%.. That means don't worry about protecting me, got it?!" He held out his hand holding up two fingers. "I have two more barriers.... And even if I loose them I have an ace in the hole... Suffice to stay I'm going to be okay on my own. It's your job to take out the sniper.." He frowned a bit. "I don't have any info on him... All I can tell you is he EX U.S. special operations and from a group with super powered soldiers.. Also... His face.. He may have... He may have the face of someone familiar. If so don't hesitate. That face is a lie.." He retrieved bat shot from the air as it returned to him. He then transformed Stag Phone into stag mode as well... He then reached into hat pulling out a box. "I really wanted to wait until Christmas Daisuke~!" He said opening the box and revealing Spider Shock. A wrist watch which he activated with the memory in the box. "Hurm.. A watch..?" He took the manual. "Anyhow. I have my own methods! I'll leave the sniper to you." Edited by Cypriss, Dec 9 2010, 04:34 AM.
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| Katyusha | Dec 9 2010, 05:26 AM Post #4 |
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That explained much. The difference in mentality fit with an Army trained sniper as opposed to a police trained one or mere gunman. A police sniper will generally engage targets 50 to 100 metres away. Only military snipers engage at 500+ metres, and stick around. The reason was simple. A normal criminal would run away due to a.) Not being too far away as it takes skill to shoot at 500m and generally, only militaries train people for that, and such snipers are considered elite troops, and b.) They don't want to be caught. Army types stick around because they have a target or objective in mind. They may relocate and move around, but are generally still within the area, and unlike the others, their ability to engage from extreme ranges makes them harder to localise and defeat. It was only the fact that she saw the distant flash and could clearly see the trajectory that allowed her to know exactly where he was. Range worked to his advantage in that regard, and again when Jameson had her engage him. The problem was the average handgun was effective out to maybe 50 metres. The range right now was about 10 times that. It was something no degree of marksmanship could solve. Just physics. Beyond a certain range, a bullet's travel path became more and more unpredictable as it lost energy and was thus more subject to environmental factors. Maybe Miyuki could have returned fire at this range with that monster of a rifle/pistol of hers, but armed with only a revolver, Chetri had no such option. This is why the normal way to defeat a sniper was by roughly determining where they were, and then saturation bombing the area with aircraft or artillery. Unfortunately, in a city, that was not always in the cards. In such a case the best solution was to use another sniper, but they would have to sent in beforehand. Engaging them with ground troops was generally something you avoided, but this was exactly what Jameson was asking of her. At least she knew the first thing on the list for requisitioning weapons. "Engaging him is difficult at best." she told him honestly "But it's not something that's unknown to me. What he looks like is something that doesn't concern me." She got up and took a deep breath. Her grip around her weapon tightened as she now held it in both hands, her trigger finger resting against the cold metal frame, and she was off. Adrenalin raced through her system as she ran for all she was worth towards the next closest piece of cover, low and fast, as quickly as her legs could take her, and hopefully enough that it wouldn't be an easy shot for her opponent. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 05:56 AM Post #5 |
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The shots for her were slow and steady. The sniper took careful deliberate aim. He never rushed a shot. Each one was at it's own pace. Specifically focused in on the target before the trigger was pulled. And for each step she took towards him it took just a few seconds less to aim, a few seconds faster to fire. If she were to cross the divide then she would be facing continually faster fire but always at a steady measured pace.. The sniper was clearly well trained but not exceptionally skilled. The fact he took the time to aim carefully meant he didn't have the instinct to do it faster. The face he went at this range insinuated a honed, trained skill, but not an amazing talent. He was an above average military sniper. But he was not the best in the world. But one rarely needed to be when you had four hundred meters and fairly open grounds and the target was headed right for you. Easssy pickings.. ~~~~~ Jameson moved slowly towards a nearby warehouse... He crouched low and slowly made his way to the back.. He used his barrier as stairs, climbing up to the second story and hopping into a window.. He could feel his target at the window on the opposite side.. He crouched low and moved slowly across the room. He felt the target moving towards him.. He took a breath. He swung the door open, A shot rang out meanwhile bat shot usddenly flashed it's light blidning the enemy. Jameson rushed in grabbing the gun and redirecting it. The two wrestled on the ground before spider shock marched up and bit the enemy blasting him with an electric jolt forcing the gun out. The enemy lashed out with a psychic blade knocking Spider shock away. Jameson rolled back kicking the gun away. "We meet again.." Jameson said holding his hat down with a grin. "Indeed we do." Fauxison said as he formed his twin psychic arm blades. "How'd you like my present I left..?" "I don't need a belt to kick your ass." "I'm gonna make you eat those words." |
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| Katyusha | Dec 9 2010, 06:37 AM Post #6 |
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Crack! More debris had kicked up on the ground where she'd been just a moment before. The problem for her was one of distance and speed. The distance was just over 400 metres now, and covering that distance on a full sprint would take her about 50 seconds. A skilled marksman meanwhile, was capable of a well aimed aimed shot every 2 seconds With a bolt action rifle. Reloading a magazine didn't even factor into the equation - a good one would have his weapon reloaded before the first mag even hit the ground from the release. This meant she'd probably be shot at at least another 20 or so times before she covered the covered the gap. The other problem was she couldn't just run straight towards him. That would be tantamount to suicide, and simply leave her brains as a fine pink mist several meters behind her after a bullet went right through. The idea was to sprint and dash from cover to cover, but there simply wasn't enough of anything solid enough to stop a bullet to let her get through on a path anywhere near direct enough to actually reach him. Instead, avoiding being shot, one moved around not in a straight line, but in such a way that you weren't quite headed directly toward the target and thus less liable to get shot, generally referred to as jinking. The problem was the closer you got, the more you had to jink in order to throw off their aim. This generally extended your travel time, and brought 50 seconds to something closer to a 70. Never the less, she continued to race through the grounds. 370 metres. Another shot rang out as the bullet cut through part of her uniform and just barely missed her side. 350 metres. She could practical feel him taking aim. Both her hands rose up, still firmly holding the pistol, the barrel now aimed roughly towards the shooter's position. ![]() With a flash and a roar, a .357 magnum round loosed through the night air with a half-metre long muzzle flash. It wasn't a particularly well aimed shot. It didn't have to be. The bullet wouldn't hit him, she was sure of it, but the brilliant white flash of a discharging firearm through the lens of a high power scope was not something condusive to aiming. Running through the grounds at 8 metres per second, she continued firing at him to keep him off target. Besides, a lucky shot might even hit him. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 06:47 AM Post #7 |
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'Annoying bitch..' He spat as she fired back at him. The shots weren't well aimed but their served their purpose. They threw him off a bit. He grimaced as his finger tightened on the handle. What a pain in the ass! So she was this cool under fire? He took aim again, this time firing off a bit more quickly. He didn't want to wait too long because now if he did she would flash again... It was frustrating. He didn't have any data on her. One like her shouldn't exist. The only one with guns was one with magical guns that didn't even create a muzzle flare. Who was this girl, then? she was trained, possibly even a gun for hire. Her composure and tactics SCREAMED someone from a great deal of experience in combat scenarios like this one. He was somewhat nervous now. He had anticipated an easy kill.. But this might be out of his realm... No.. He was a Johnson Eight.. He'd been chosen by Johnson just like the rest! Even if his skills were less honed.. less effective.. He was chosen and that MEANT something.. He would prove it to them all.. He took extra careful aim, ignoring the flashes of muzzels, he focused on one shot.. 'DIE!' |
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| Katyusha | Dec 9 2010, 07:13 AM Post #8 |
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The sound of the brass hitting the floor was drowned out by the return fire. Another shot went in right through the bottom of her sleeve. She quickly shoved the speed loader into the cylinder, turned the knob to release the rounds it held, and tossed it away, at the same moment, slapping the cylinder against her wrist to quickly move it back into firing position, and the distinctive 'click' announced she was good for another 6 shots. 250 metres. She fired twice more. 230 metres. Another of her shots flew through the air. 210 metres. He hadn't fired yet. He was clearly taking careful aim this time. Compensating, waiting for a better shot. She held off firing for another few seconds. She didn't even seem to be evading. It seemed like a mistake. She was running directly towards the building. The very first thing you should avoid doing in such a situation. It made the shot a hell of alot easier for them. Chetri could almost feel the crosshairs centered on her. The rifle was steady, and the trajectory it would take was obvious. She seemed to be taking aim for him, but the bullet wouldn't accurately travel that far. 190 metres. Two more thunderclaps echoed into the night. The loud rifle and the shortbarrel magnum spewing forth heavy projectiles of lead and copper. The rifle bullet raced towards the orbit of her left eye, executing it's pre-programed specification... and disintegrated midair as it was struck by the heavy 125gr magnum round. It was something that had to be seen to be believed, as it broke into dozens of pieces of hot metal. A hot shard tumbled through the air and retained enough momentum to cut her lightly through the cheek, but the grey haired girl escaped otherwise unhurt from the shot. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 07:24 AM Post #9 |
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'She's... incredible..' He said as he lowered his gun.. This was it. She was too close now. The angle of the building meant he'd be shooting straight down in a few moments. There was no way he was going to make the shot in time.. He'd just have to get ready for her arrival then.. ~~~~ "Tcheh! AND THIS IS.. THE END!" Fauxison roared as he thrust the ESP blade froward. Jameson frowned and threw up his last barrier, blocking the attack and allowing him to kick off and flip backwards. He landed panting... That was.. the last barrier! He had no defenses left.. He grit his teeth rolling to the side as a b lade smashed through the floor.. His old ESP blade.. An overpsych ability to generate solid swords of psychic energy that could stretch to great lengths. Kind of annoying to fight against..! THe blade retracted quickly as he sprinted back around a corner. He panted heavily, his knee was throbbing in intense pain. How was he supposed to win like this?! "How can you grab my barriers like that..?" "Eh..? I suppose I learned it.. after my hundredth or so overpsych.. They'd been brutally training me for months.." "Hundred... ? I nearly died after only using it a dozen times.." "Hahaha! Of course I died several times in the process..." He said walking slowly. "We're used until our bodies give out, then our memories are transferred to the next one.. In a lot of ways we're prototypes... Why did they pick you for the testbed model? Because they hate you... And seeing you die a hundred deaths was their greatest pleasure.." ".. you.... I... I'm sorry.." "I don't need pity from you. I'm immortal. I'll outlive you through my Successors.." "..Successors... so you understand then? That.. they aren't really you... That when you die you're dead and the next one is someone else..?" "Tch!" He raced around the corner. Spotting the boy. He thrust his blade forward, however before he could hit he was tackled from above. "OI OI OI, YA' BASTARD! FAGET ABOUT 'DIS TRICK O' OURS?" James said with a cocky laugh. "D-did I sound convicing brother?! I was s-s-s-so scared my interferance with his mental tracking wasn't good enough!" James wrestled with fauxison with a grunt. "A liddle 'elp ere ya crybaby!?" Mason blinked and gingerly kicked fauxison in the face. "s-sorry!" Edited by Cypriss, Dec 9 2010, 07:50 AM.
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| Katyusha | Dec 9 2010, 07:56 AM Post #10 |
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Chetri fired twice more. She didn't have to, but she didn't know he'd already stopped shooting. In anycase, reloading with 2 cartridges left in the cylinder would have been inconvenient. It was quicker that way. As she discarded the speedloader, she continued her dash. The long hours of conditioning served her well. There wasn't time for rest, but she was still able to run despite having made it in a time just short of an Olympic trackrunner's, only they did it in light clothing and better shoes. Instead of running for the door or fire escape however, continued to run straight for the building. Her mind raced, quickly sorting through trajectories and required speeds... Just shy of the building she launched herself into the air. Her left arm shot out like a snake and quickly grabbed the edge of a window sill, and she acrobatically pulled herself up with a flip, letting go just in to for both feet to hit the sill, and immediately propelled herself towards another, jumping up and rapidly ascending the building like a predatory cat. It took less than 10 seconds compared to the minute it would have taken to run up the building. Finally just short of the top, she leapt up and grabbed the ledge, and flipped onto the roof. Her weapon was already pointed at where he should have been man before her feet even hit the floor. Edited by Katyusha, Dec 9 2010, 08:04 AM.
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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 08:02 AM Post #11 |
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When she arrived at the top though.. there was no man. To the right was a body laid out with blood all around it in a maintenance worker uniform. The gun was abandoned and otherwise there was nothing there. The entire roof was abandoned... |
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| Katyusha | Dec 9 2010, 08:27 AM Post #12 |
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A cold wind swept the roof of the building.![]() All there was, was a dead man, and a nearby rifle. Had she hit him with one of her rounds when she fired into the building? It didn't seem like it. Suicide? A possibility. But it seemed strange. Her instincts were telling her something wasn't right. ... Her finger loosened from the trigger for now, but she didn't lower her weapon as her eyes scanned the rooftop, the barrel of the revolver sweeping around as she looked. Something was definitely wrong with this. Edited by Katyusha, Dec 9 2010, 09:45 AM.
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| Cypriss | Dec 9 2010, 01:27 PM Post #13 |
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From on e side of the building to her left came a gentle clacking noise. From the other came the clack of metal. The bodies' right arm extended outwards, it's fingers snapping and aligning into five even barrels, like a hand-gatling, it fired off shot after shot in rapid succession until all chambers were emptied.. Meanwhile from the other side. A climbing hook carefully hooked into the corner and matching the building's colors due to ti's automatic camo feature held a cord connected to the bodysuit of a soldier. He pulled on his cord sending him flying over the railing with a flip. He landed firmly kicking up a cloud of dust from across the roof. He rose to his feet in his jet black body armor... In his right arm he moved his fingers which were connected to nothign and yet a small doll moved according to his finger's moments and his own will... CHETRI VS. AGENT LARP ![]() The doll dashed forward unnaturally on it's arms, it's legs flailing out with blades bursting from the feet. It's entire body tweisting to allow it to try and bisect her. Edited by Cypriss, Dec 9 2010, 01:28 PM.
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| Katyusha | Dec 10 2010, 12:13 AM Post #14 |
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Her eyes snapped at once, turning to the source of the noise, before the movement from the 'body' caught her attention. There wasn't much time for anything other than jumping out of the way before a burst of gunfire raked the spot where she'd been standing, and landed just in time to see another man arrive on the roof. A marionette... she thought. Clashing Souls ~ 激突する魂 She had a rich history of sorts in combat, but this was the first time she was being threatened by automata used as an extension of the user's body. It was in a sense, both a duel and a 2 on 1 at the same instance, but in there wasn't time to ponder either, and conscious thought seemed to stop. She was running completely on autopilot now. One thing at a time. Engaging the soldier would have exposed her to the marionette, and that constituted the greater threat for the moment. She reached for her own knife, and advanced. ![]() Her own body rushed towards the doll. Her mind was racing again, estimating chances and calculating paths they would take as the doll swung it's legs towards her. ![]() The quarter-inch edge glistened in the moonlight as she parried the first hit, striking it high and allowing her to jump right through the attack. Her body twisted in midair as it turned to reorient itself, turning her revolver towards the doll's back. The weapon's double action barked twice as she loosed another pair of rounds. |
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| Cypriss | Dec 10 2010, 12:22 AM Post #15 |
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The marionette took the shots to it's right arm which had spun around on the ball join to protect it's back.. It had now almost fully shed it's disguise. Long triple jointed limbs. It's left arm was thin with a metal slot at the end which ejected a fast loader meaning the five barreled hand-gun was now reloaded. The left are was thin at top but the lower segment was much broader serving as a shield but also housing three bladed claws which clacked together line pincers. It's feet each had a blade extended from the front and back and it's small body was home to a single barrel gun of some sort which hadn't fired yet. It lacked a head entirely, which had been a dummies head placed on before. It rushed forward on all fours for a moment before it's legs spring out, it's body twisting on the 'hands' as the legs lashed out to slice her, however even as they pass her the arm rose up making the doll balance impossibly on one arm. The gun arm now firing five shots off in a row again towards the girl. Meanwhile the soldier defly played the creature, each of his ten fingers performing a move. It seemed to take up a lot of his concentration to fight this way... The man was very obviously moving towards the hatch down into the building, though.. |
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