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Post by imaginary on Dec 9, 2015 22:41:55 GMT
This was it he felt the cops trip the wire and had gone deaf shortly after. F'in cops he looked and saw some not dead and jumped up cautious at first then he ran at them forgetting the shot gun he wanted to taste their flesh and ontop of that they had a lion helping him the race traitor. Shifting clothes in tatters he made the door but then it hurt . it hurt so bad but he wanted to take a bite of them so bad.
Lit up he was so much meat then blackness. Carcass sliding to a stop inches from the one that smelled like lion.
The last man wasnt so ready to charge he fired into the mass of them if they wanted him they'd have to come get him. He was so focused on them at the door the sound of a gun behind him didnt register till it was to late. He ended up face down near headless with half a silver clip in him. Then all was still.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 9, 2015 23:07:56 GMT
She'd been to late and could only helplessly throw her self to the ground as the fire and debris raced toward them. Flat as she dared she rolled over ears ringing to look towards the front taking count. When she saw all three of the ones she cared the most about it was a relief. They were banged up but alive.
That sealed decided it for her she could still move well enough and duck walked out of the line of the door way. Others had come running she got up after clearing the buildings side running with the others but they were going toward the group she was slipping away.
She knew she didnt have long and she hear it after for this but you had to take a chance some times. They didn't call her rambo for nothing. When she got to where she was going there was a small space between the door and jamb and it covered her. Sighting the back of the last perp breath held glad for the distraction of smell and sound.
Trigger squeezed all head and neck shots he turned just as the first one popped and it caught him between those surprised lion eyes. Eyes just like those of the man she often woke up staring into. She felt nothing and only stopped when he fell over most of his head missing. She backed out of of the building and put her back tothe wall tired and angry and a bit shaken.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 9, 2015 23:29:39 GMT
Cops everywhere shells firing and madness afoot one would think it would be easy to slip away now that he was sure that Monica was okay. Not so much so. There was an accounting for the officers that had made it to the scene. There was a tally of the dead wounded and all states in between. Everyone was still amped up and casting about for what to do next. There was the continuing sweep of the building and the grounds. There was coming over the scene for any clue for where Eric was in short… Samuel was stuck the one place he would much rather be away from. Yes he was wounded but getting triaged would make matters worse so that was out of the question. Instead he built what security he could in the moment he swapped name tags with one of the fallen leaving the shotgun where it was and kept his mask in place.
The white shirts of the NOPD were in attendance now that the bullets stopped flying. He did the only thing he could he was sure he would have to pay a premium. He pulled his last remaining security detail aside and snapped his arm. He then carried him to the ambulance for triage. The paramedic couldn’t believe how clean the break was and gushed over him living. Once the paramedic tagged him as needing further attention but not dire Samuel simply waited near the mans rig until he was called away. Once he was he and his sedated security hopped in and drove away lights and sound blending in to the fleet of other ambulances rushing to and away from the scene.
Two blocks away the lights and sounds stopped he turned off the beaten path and exited the ambulance. They moved together until an unmarked SUV picked them both up rushing quickly and quietly away from the scene all together. Twenty minutes after taking the most circuitous route possible they were in the suite and Samuel was in the shower cleaning what he could from the days labor off of him.
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Dec 10, 2015 2:55:01 GMT
It only took too damn long for the paramedics to get that he couldn’t really hear them. They checked his ears for damage they could do anything about nothing doing on scene and the concussion getting worse they tagged him for a trip to the hospital. He tried to shake them off until he found Monica. He couldn’t find her in the circus of the scene and that made him angrier than anything. She’d been right behind him but in the press of so many officers needing to do so much it was only natural. It still didn’t make things easier as they’d cut coms switching channels due to the EMT’s and Paramedics needing them as well.
As bad as his head felt truth be told she could have been right in front of him talking and he might have missed her. He needed to make sure she wasn’t one of the injured so begrudgingly he made his way back to the area set aside for triage in time to miss one of the rigs speeding away he hoped she wasn’t inside that one or the other two leaving but thought better of it she had been with Vincent and so he began sifting through personnel looking for the RPIT chief that had got this show on the road.
Luck wasn’t with him as he found the man surrounded by white shirts and commanders who judging from their faces were peppering him with less than warm regards. They were as successful as they were due to his quick thinking. He knew the body count would have been higher if the NOPD had attempted to take this on all alone. Giving up hope temporarily he sat right where he was put his head inhis hands and tried to find a place beyond the pain vibrating through him.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 10, 2015 3:39:48 GMT
No good deed went unpunished. Del did his best to not take it personal even as the blame and recriminations started before the final tally was done. He had men and women down. There were two fugitive lycanthropes in the wind and he was being dressed down because well because there needed to be a fall guy in place. He smirked and nodded as long as he could before letting his superiors have it.
It wasn’t the instantly gratifying action movie knock out but it would have to do. As they reached a crescendo he simply began walking away. They were taken aback. They were furious yet they didn’t know what to do for a blessed few seconds long enough for him to make it out of the circle of male dominated testosterone they tried to keep battering him with. He pointed to the black bags being filled as they again began encroaching on him. They were so long out of the field they assumed his moving was a retreat. They were wrong so accustomed to their games of political one-upmanship they didn’t realize that he for all of his charm and antebellum tranquility was a man of some action and he lured them to the most advantageous position close enough to the men to be heard and supported or damned by his true peers the men and women who fought with him.
“Well gentleman I suppose you can hang me out to dry. Normally I wouldn’t blame you if you did. And I will take what responsibility I must for the actions of today. The sixteen dead the ungodly number injured the three probably critically so and the several thousand dollars of damage done. But if you want to play that way then I will not keep quiet. I will not toe the line on anything that has been done around here. The secrets better not said. So go on hang me out to dry I’ll go down but you can’t arrest me. I did my job the best way I could with what I had. You fire me you can’t keep me quiet. Hell you fire me and I will go anywhere else and make more doing less. So yeah its my fault all of it the stopping of a criminal empire you let fester, the putting down of a damn near plague set up right here under your nose in a center of trade and commerce for the city. Go on try me.”
Having said far more than he’d meant to he moved further away heading to his car. He was done he was tired and had to get his things in order. Wouldn’t be any good to anyone if he was being hounded by the press as they’d begun to close in now and were breaking out their telephoto long range lenses and beginning to shoot man on the scene shots. The blood was in the water. He wanted to insure Monica got away but couldn’t risk staying or his threats would have seemed empty. He’d go gather himself and hideout until later. Hell he might just sleep at the precinct get there ahead of the vultures and line his ducks up just in case he had to pull the trigger he’d threatened them with.
He hoped she had her phone on vibrate texting Monica he said ‘Get low, get out of the area. Now.’ As he got in his car he saw the same rent a feds as from the conference. He wondered who they were investigating to risk being here or there with all of these locals. Shaking his head he simply thought that people were foolish and sped away.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 10, 2015 4:05:24 GMT
She had just missed mat and del was surrounded she couldnt feel sam any more and was glad because that meant hed gotten away. That could have been a mess she had kept her helmet on the longest she could and still couldn't quite hear out of one ear. Dodging emt's waving them off she wanted to check on Mat and saw him finally catching his eye as Del's message hit her" fu.."
She didn't want to be in this no not at all because then they would ask her about del and things she didn't want to answer anything she went to Mat took his arm and head motioned for the nearest vehicle they needed to go like now.Fingers to her lip to shh Monica didnt want him asking anything because hed probably shout and then they would spot her. They had just made it to the car she had it open and the keys in hand when behind her she heard" Has any one seen monica Davis we want to ask her some things"
Sliding in the car and motioning to him to get in if he didnt she would leave him no joking. This was to be avoided at all costs. Pulling off he had barely gotten settled in and she was easing out. Hearing people behind start shouting for her to stop. She sped up and made it out. Not the smoothest get away but it would have to do
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Post by Nobody on Dec 10, 2015 4:49:20 GMT
Twenty years with MVM and he had never had to draw down on stateside police. Isiah had been through the fires of the sandbox on multiple tours. He had stood in Kosovo and Prague and a countless number of exotic locales stinking of local food and outnumbered by locals this was the first time he had to do so on his soil. Yet he put himself and his men in harm’s way in a very real very bad way. It would soon be a national scene and he was doing the riskiest thing possible.
How the mighty had fallen. MVM had lost several contracts had dug in and began to rebuild he called his handler and swore off his contract. It took all of his strength to do what was necessary. He swerved into the traffic of marked and unmarked cars that were preparing to give chase. He had to bodily with his armored SUV ram the lead car causing a pile up that would prohibit any real chase. The reporters focused their lenses in his direction and he began shouting. He raved and ranted spewing as much insanity as he’d read online form the fundamental Humans First nutjobs. It would keep them busy and give his men time to give Detective Davis time to disappear.
As he was dogpiled he smiled watching as the follow car fell in line behind the Detective. His sacrifice would insure that the MVM had the capital and connections they needed to dig themselves out of this most recent dire straits.
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