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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 8, 2015 20:33:06 GMT
Del didn’t smoke heavily he drank like a fish but he also had sworn off his womanizing ways. So he felt whatever was to happen he would just fine or hell his momma would get that big ceremony out of him she’d always wanted. It wouldn’t be a wedding but the ends would the same as far as he was concerned. Then the prayer started he ignored the pregame jostling he caught out of the corner of his eye. Most cops were just overgrown kids as far as he was concerned anyway. The prayer was something else. It was a unifying moment that he had no words for. Once it was over the mikes were dead the coms were clear. He could feel the concentration of every man and woman in the force. He cursed as the Gulls and booby’s soared and floated on high alert. They only did so when there was a predator near them. So that meant the gators had come out due all the noise they were making as quiet as they were somehow they had disturbed them. Either that or there was a body near at hand attracting the local scavengers.
“Pull two rear guard and begin checking the waterline we have a body and its stirring up trouble won’t be long until the lions inside smell it and pop out for a snack or a looksee then the jig is up.” He hated having to split focus. But it was necessary. What little stealth they had he would have to preserve as long as possible there was over a quarter mile of warrens corridors and blind spots between them and the lions. It was a death march and if they were mobilized it would only be worse. While the warrant was only for Eric and his top four lieutenants it would encompass anyone who became a combatant.
No sooner had two broke off had he the call come across the wire. Unknown Jane and John naked bearing marks of animal attack presumably lion. They showed other signs of scavenger wear and tear but the part that made Del grit his teeth was the news of that the pair seemed to be eaten while alive. It was just a cursory initial but he trusted officers who were willing to give their all in this war to be smart enough to know the signs.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 8, 2015 22:05:18 GMT
Rory looked at Diego and smirked he hadn't thought that them getting rid of those two turn coats would be so fun to shred but then hed gotten carried away and took a bite out of the girl he was pumping. He hadn't meant to but her whole cup had fit in his mouth. He'd bitten down and it almost all came off.
That had started the others in and the smell of blood had been insane. Eric eventually calmed them enough to chuck the bodies but he'd not weighted them right or something had to be why the birds were bugging. "Yo D man we gotta go do our walk soon should i get some more bricks?"
Diego groan Rory was a screw up young and violent also a bit perverse. Diego watched his back at all time lest he be bent over and chewed up.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 8, 2015 22:12:47 GMT
Monica didn't know the prayer so she'd just gone quiet but the moment had weight like you wouldn't belive to her. These were assholes drunks and chauvinists at times but at this moment in this place they were a shield and family.
Hearing the news she was a bit crest fallen and knew the first one of Eric's men she sighted was going down.
Her instincts pulled her to one main place the largish rundown warehouse on her left and ten yards up. She took a breathe let it out and motioned for a fan and hide. She couldn't see them specific but the aura on the building was lion shape and lit up like neon.
They were now within shooting range of both entrances to the building. Some one was setting up snipers to cover their back on further back buildings. It was now or never.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 9, 2015 5:15:02 GMT
Matt wasn’t focused on anything save the warehouse and the office trailer Monica focused on the warehouse so he began to plot targeting trajectories and what he knew of how lions attacked. AS the targets were male it made things a bit difficult. Lions generally didn’t hunt together and when they did even in the wild they were forces to be reckoned with. They were wily unpredictable and completely unwilling to do what was expected. He knew that New Orleans was lacking for funds but he would kill for thermo or drones. He didn’t realize how much he’d come to count on a little heads up intelligence.
Monica and the few others would be it. Her sense of otherness had not failed before he was hoping to keep her batting average high enough to avoid attending another officer’s funeral. He spotted the door opening and as Monica wasn’t exposed he focused on the target. He through his head back stretching as if he just awoke. His face was marred by scratches that looked fresh and he couldn’t tell for sure which target he was. The fact that he looked like a roided out meathead made Matt want to drop him just to makesure he didn’t accidentally reproduce.
Then it happened he looked directly towards where Monica, Del, he and their backup team were. He had never watched an alarm or a shift happen so fast. The man was one second smiling as if his morning wood was relieving itself and the next a five and half foot lion roaring and charging as if he was bullet proof. Which based on the sheer number of shells tearing through him he very well might be.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 9, 2015 5:25:31 GMT
Del didn’t waste time the warrant would hold so as the new hire of Erics looked towards them he whispered fire as he squeezed his own trigger as if lives depended on it. Sure enough as the snipers shot tore through him the guy had already shifted and decided to charge his roar loud enough that the window nearest him burst in a shower of reverb.
Monica had been right on and the man was definitely a Mufasa. Though if he hadn’t wanted to be petty he would have suggested Scar instead. As he hated he could hear the fallout coming down now. The roar of the charging bullet holder was answered by several more from inside and one from a shipping container thirty feet back and sixty feet up. It was stacked on top of others and Del tried not to ask how the unconscious lycanthrope got in the container that he or she was attempting to tear apart from the inside.
Only one word fit and Del said it aloud followed by orders to regroup into one unit sensitives near the middle. Heavy at the outer edge and for the goddamned snipers to rain down hell on every entrance and exit to the building. It was a simple shoot until their fingers bled.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 9, 2015 6:04:50 GMT
Diego had told Rory he needed to take a leak so he'd gone out with out him and stepped into a hail of bullets. Diego whipped around answering the roar but knew better that to rush out it sounded like fourth of July cursing as others ran for the other door and jerked in a dance of sniper fire. There was him and David and Bucky left inside now. Le who had been hurt the other night was up in the shipping box having been getting punished for his stupidity with the vamp.
He would be hurt but trying to get out and that in and of it self proved how stupid he was. Diego wasn't to keen to die, Eric didn't pay enough for this crap. He paced with the others found a gun and returned fire through a window hoping to take a few out but knowing it was looking bad. They hadn't seen his face he hoped gun thrown down he shouted out the window" dont shoot dont shot I wont fight you"
Maybe they had a lion witness protection program and could send him away to safety out of Eric's reach.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 9, 2015 6:23:55 GMT
As they regrouped and reformed keeping those like her in the center as each came out she coded fast and down they went but one had been a bit faster then they expected and tackled one of the slower shooters to her right shifting fire to his direction as he attempted to peel the officer out of his helmet like a can of tuna and go for the throat. They were both screaming and she prayed some one would head shot the lion. She didnt have a clear shot.
Then they were taking fire from inside all of a sudden and she was ducking lower another officer slow to duck got hit center mass but was saved by his vest and just went down to crawl out of the line of fire. When the guns shots stopped and she heard one asking for mercy. She focused her abilities on him to read intent he was hazy but didn't want to die and that could help them out. " Possible simba possible simba let him out an if he makes a move Ill shoot but we could take him alive for questioning."
When the large man sidled out hands up and looked at all of them he groaned and before he could say anything else Monica smooth drew her back up piece with the lead rounds and shot out each knee. Shed take no chances that he'd change his mind later and attack once he got close. THis way he couldn't come for them. When he dropped howling to the ground she shouted for him to hear" If you lie still we will take you in an you will be checked but not killed. If you move and I think you are a threat you will die am I clear?"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 9, 2015 17:21:09 GMT
Damn Samuel thought even shielded as tightly as he was the lion caught his scent when the wind changed. He simply fired as everyone else did keeping his body between Monica’s and the obviously raging lions who formed Eric’s coalition. No Rex worth his pelt would allow his men to be slaughtered. Even a backwater land pirate like Eric would either lead them to victory or die with them.
That meant that Eric wasn’t here. He thought of seizing the moment and using the strength of his beast yet that would give him away so he trudged with the men and women around him as they assaulted Eric’s base. Adel’s ide of a modern derivation of an English rifle squad was surprisingly adaptive. He wouldn’t have expected as much from someone like him. He counted nine down when the darker lion broke through the wall of bullets. Samuel using the smoke form the firing and hoping the chaos would be enough to disguise his actions as the lion broke their ranks he kept his body firmly between Monica who it was obvious the beast was aiming for using his bulk and the barrel and pushed firing as he did so while using the chaos to back Monica just far enough away so the beats missed.
It worked to a lesser degree as Monica was unscathed yet blood crazed the lion attacked who he did hit the man was as good as gone and Samuel wouldn’t throw his cover away for him.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 9, 2015 17:31:02 GMT
The rush of battle put everyone on seeming autopilot and the tide was with them as he counted at least seven down of thirteen that was a good portion and no fatalities on their end. Then it happened Ferguson almost bought the farm his surprising quick reflexes and almost falling saving his hide. However the man nearest him just to the right of Monica wasn’t so lucky. His brain bucket and shell was tougher that it looked but wouldn’t stand the full onslaught a second longer. He hadn’t realized how nearly unstoppable lions as a whole were. The lion had shrugged off more shells than he would have thought possible.
As close to Monica as the battle was Matt did one of the dumbest things he’d done since kissing his babysitter when he was nine. In his defense he thought better him than Monica. Shoving his hand into the lions mouth he fired emptying the clip somehow before the monster had clamped down. The action was coming and Matt knew he’d be called stumpy at the best but things were too close for comfort. The kick to the chest was unexpected but instead of being angry he blinked away the confusion and reloaded. He wasn’t sure how Vincent had cleared the distance between them so quickly nor did he care. He was whole and unscathed. Monica was calling out orders so he reloaded and looked on as she broke rank took down a perp but opened herself to potential fire.
He moved to cover her putting himself in the line between her and the warehouse. Doing so he bumped shoulders with Ferguson and Smith who it seemed were determined to insure Eric was down for the count. There were supposed to be thirteen and they were a few men short. The warehouse would be more confined yet that’s where they had to get to. They had to clear it or else it would be so much worse once the adrenaline wore off and those left unaccounted for had their second wind.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 9, 2015 17:44:56 GMT
Everyone was quick to claim hell broke loose. It never did. The chaos of a lycanthrope attack and gunfight were their own hoary beasts. It was the cost of their line of work it was why most folks only lasted in RPIT three years five if they rode a desk. Del hated the paperwork and loved the chase. In the moments with bullets whizzing by and everyone losing their shit he could cut lose. He didn’t have to hold back he could be as fast as he was he could be as strong as he was he could hide behind excess adrenaline and no one would make a stink. He loved it which is why whenever he could he never engaged. It was too easy to become an addict.
He had moved firing lanes when the Lion broke through. He was too far to put a shot in that would count but he was changing that by the second. There was Monica in the lions path and he moved to get there to minimize the damage and somehow she simply wasn’t there under the beast. He would have balled out Ferguson had not his clumsiness saved a dear friends hide. The lion however did pin Adams and making his way there through press of bodies and staying out of firing lines would mean he’d make in time to watch Adams bleed out. Then it happened someone did the dumbest most selfless thing imaginable he was willing to lose a hand to save a life. Del wasted no time he simply kicked the man free before the jaws closed. It took using a burst of speed that would cost him later. But there would be one less catastrophic injury to account for.
He would have liked to be everywhere but he was only human even with whatever had been happening beneath his skin all these years he wasn’t fast enough to cover everyone. As such looking forward he watched as Monica took the lead. Good for her he thought as he watched six men storm the warehouse. Six would never be enough. Ten out of thirteen still left two and Eric to account for. And as suspiciously strong and fast as these guys were Eric would be that much and more the leaders always were. Tapping Monica on her shoulder as he passed to alert her to follow he moved to bring up the rear for the six who’d gone in. Morse coding by tapping his mike he relayed the plan. Simple clean and easy three advance three overwatch and he and Monica would act as support and intelligence.
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Post by imaginary on Dec 9, 2015 19:14:54 GMT
The b!t@h shot him he said he'd given up but still she dropped him. The man rolled and roared then when she said she'd kill him he laid still. They moved around and away to the other two lions who no doubt set a trap because even hurt there was no way they didn't know the cops were coming.
Some stayed to cuff him the silver shackles hurt like hell but he'd endure. Shouting at the group "your not gonna catch im Eric smelled your stink awhile ago and cut out. Asshole left us as a distraction or something..if you do find him put a bullet in im for me"
Grumbling as he was walk carried to the one reinforced van they had for the transport of his kind.
In the building the cops were now closing in on the last two non dead or captured men were hunkered down. They had up ended furnature to block indows. One door they rigged trip line and grenade to. They were facing the front shot guns in hand.
One of the two still had a raw cheek wound the other a painfully slow healin achilles tendon. Not even shifting had helped so they were doing this injured. Not giving up they had already disapointed eric once so this time it was death or nothing.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 9, 2015 20:42:45 GMT
She'd seen the danger but both times someone else had intervened it was weird why was she the target? Maybe they could smell female verses male and she was considerd a weak point. Jerks she couldn't think about that now the perp was down and now they needed to get the last few.
When del tapped her she nodded and fallowed carefully stepping well out of reach of her downed perp as they cuffed him. She heard him and radioed main target in the wind but they still needed to be sure. She felt two more auras and gave notice that indeed two was all she felt and that they felt off but definitely a threat. There wouldn't be simba only mufasa this time.
She felt them more to one side and there was no way they would be focused on one leaving there rear ungaurded unless..she was about to say possible trap when she heard the other squad give order to breach and move in shouting no but the first guys had moved forward. The next sounds were an explosion and screams. The unit of six took a hit the first two in were more then likely dead and those behind were probably rolling to put out flame or unconscious on the ground.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 9, 2015 21:39:58 GMT
Samuel hated team work when it got in the way of doing a job. He hated it more when it presented options for failure to be spread as high and tall as giraffe shit. Hearing the head cops plan he sighed. This would take all day and make it hard to leave the scene unnoticed. But with him only sensing tow beasts inside it hopefully wouldn’t be a protracted stand up fight. Strength in numbers was on the cops side. Provided everyone had enough ammo and patience. Falling into the overwatch group he growled low in his throat as Monica’s partner was there on his hip as well. The guy was becoming annoying to Samuel for some strange reason. He chalked it up to battlefield discomfort. This wasn’t his first siege.
As the four in the lead began to breach he heard the tell-tale twang of a line going taut. This was on the docks but the fish wouldn’t bite this close to the shipping lanes. Out of a sense of preservation born of years of surviving ambushes he dropped low and closed his eyes. The helmet had ear dampeners but in the end if he was right better hurt than dead. His ears bore the brunt of the decibel damage as the HE grenades went off luckily they were using fairly old ordinance and the blast was mostly contained in the mass of the first three who entered. His only thoughts were to Monica. The debris from a blast that size would travel the shattered windows wood and whatever else was sailing past and raining on him would make horrible projectiles.
Even behind the shell and shield of his armor the heat brushed him making him break out in sweat instantly. Damn them all he cursed sure his voice would not carry and anyone near wouldn’t be able to hear anyway. Opening his eyes as the shockwave past and the world while muffled kept on spinning. Gauging his area he looked first ahead checking his sights. His gloves were scarred as he was sure so would his back and armor be. The other man in Monicas life was there holding his hands to his ears one handed slowly rising. The fool would get himself killed sure as bears shat in the woods. Sweeping his legs Samuel brought him low.
Motioning ahead through the smoke he pointed at the two lions who’d’ been far enough form the brunt of the blast to look not too horrible for wear. Samuel knew unprotected their ears would be ringing for a few days. That left scent which would be ruined because of the debris and cordite in the air; or sight which lions excelled at. He could tell they were not as hale and hearty as one would think scars and limping but if they moved too much the two would be on them. Samuel pointed slowly again aiming with his barrel slipping the Mossberg to him. They would wait until the men who had begun checking the damage got closer then open up each taking a man and fire until they were out of ammo or dead.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 9, 2015 21:48:42 GMT
Fergusons big barrel of a mass damn near knocked him off his feet. And by damn near completely upended him. He was sick and tired of the clumsy asses ineptness and was going to let him have it as the initial shockwave tore through him. A wall of fire raced past his head along with parts better left unidentified. It seemed the concussion of the blast stopped time for him. His head was splitting with a headache no amount of naproxen would help. But he was alive and he would make it count. He just had to find out so he knew which way to go. His hands shook from pain and then he was back on his ass.
Frowning and prepared to let the guy have it he looked as he mimed something unable to hear the words. He caught what was being charaded out to him but just barely. It all clicked into place as he had the mans shogun forced into his hand. He knew it would kick like a mule on PCP but he braced for it not even bothering to holster his sidearm he just sat it next to the rifle and aimed. Trying to slow his breathing. He never knew how hard it was to be quiet when you couldn’t hear yourself. He waited doing his best to keep his vison from blurring. He tasted copper on the back of his tongue and knew he would be cashing in a few sick days if he survived this.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 9, 2015 22:07:59 GMT
There was nothing worse than knowing a brother in blue fell than watching it happen He averted his gaze at the last minute to keep from getting retina burn, well at least complete retina burn. He was sure the first six were as good as dead and even as he was sure something had lanced just under the arm of his armor he moved forward to check the explosion was big enough that he was sure everyone within would be suffering some damage that he hoped if he was quick enough he could keep from being burned angry lions meal tickets.
Just as he made the now pronounced opening had one of the men inside made his way there as well. These guys were crazy and deranged instead of using the sawed off in his hand he shifted and charged. If it hadn’t been such a life and death moment he would have laughed as his charge while graceful full of strength and fury as it was, it was lopsided as if he couldn’t well and truly move his back leg well. He knew these guys had been shrugging off damage left and right today so he dropped into a crouch and brought up the M12 and let loose. The silver shot inside might do the trick if not then certainly the fact he was using shredders would.
Proud as he was he was no fool and fired even as he heard shotgun blasts issuing just had of him from the rubble of the initial explosion. The combined onslaught had the lion dance like a marionette in the wind. One down that left…
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