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Post by Nobody on Aug 27, 2014 1:07:40 GMT
Anthony sat pondering on whether to ask for more men to accomplish what “The Good Doctor” wanted. He didn’t like that within the first few days that the target was for lack of a better word good. He’d sniffed them out right away. He’d even managed to take out two of their numbers while keeping his nest for all intents and purposes out of sight. They’d even enlisted local muscle and that had ended just as horribly. He was doing his best but it was looking as if this would be a month’s long action to accomplish. He knew “The Good Doctor” didn’t want this to drag on forever.
Why couldn’t things be as easy as “The Good Doctor” made them for Alcine. Yes the target had the home field advantage. Yes he had a Nest at his back and whatever allies he’d made. Yes all those things were true yet they were skilled operators. They were stronger in numbers as their only goal was initially to watch him so they could take him out. Thinking on how much the situation sucked Anthony paced looking over the map of where they believed the local snake was. So far they had ruled out his families abode or at least the last known address of his families. In a manner of days he had moved his family his nest and himself. Instead he was striking at them with impunity every time they ventured into the city proper.
He picked up the phone preparing to call “The Good Doctor” but thought better of it. “The Good Doctor” would probably sic Tiem on them or worse. Damn a rock and a hard place had nothing on his current situation.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 27, 2014 1:27:07 GMT
The Seneschal smiled as they got close to the house, licking her lips and telling the driver to cut the engines. Letting the noise go flat and only the slight displacement of water happen as they used current and a momentum to drift them toward shore. The hull was painted dark per orders and when it went to bank she nodded to her team to get off fast and quiet. If they were using infrared the vamps would now be about the same temp as the air around, making them hard to pin point. Motion sensing would be useless with how fast most of them moved and Chidera could hover and fly.
She took a running leap and floated up onto an upper balcony shooting out the glass to make as much noise as she could then swinging up onto the overhang. The orders tonight was to leave only the one alpha were and maybe one of the bravos alive. The rest would die and since starting this she had learned losses had already been suffered so that just made it simpler. One of the trained men ran for the balcony she could hear him radioing to someone and smiled.
He stuck his head out and over trying to look down and she laughed and skewered him with the sword making him fall hard off the balcony. That brought more out running through the front door realizing they were under attack right into the waiting arms of her crew.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 27, 2014 3:07:11 GMT
Anthony cursed aloud as he heard the random gunfire of the locals he’d brought into bolster their numbers. Even with the years long enmity they had against the local snake they were useless. They couldn’t use their hate for anything more than screwing up what remained of their lives. Grabbing his rebreather he headed to the tunnel he’d found on the first pass of mapping this place out. The scent of long gone snake had cinched it for him. He’d known of the Naja of New Orleans. He was sorry to have heard that Sabine was no longer the Kadra. It was one of the reasons he’d volunteered for the job of killing this Remy guy.
His feelings aside he knew that this place was shot. He hated that this Remy guy kept bringing the fight to them. He only hoped that at least one or two of the hired help wounded him badly enough that the fight would end tonight. Using hand signs he gave orders to the remaining Bravo’s and his fellow Felicite Penible member. He would do everything he could to make sure this Remy didn’t live past this night.
The tunnel was their only hope to flank Remy . Sadly the last storms had flooded the tunnel. They’d spent the last few days clearing it of debris yet it was still flooded. The water would dull their senses acting as buffer. They wouldn’t know what was happening but then neither would Remy either.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 27, 2014 3:22:26 GMT
Sorely disappointed, these men were idiots and she tired of playing with them. Where were the real ones the ones she had pictures for and smelled on the air? Naughty naughty, they would be so very surprised it wasn't just one attacker. The cadre of locals were broken and fast some tossed to be gator food others fed on and hung from trees like weird halloween decorations draped over branches.
Stalking through the yard blood spatter on her face shed go in to the house sniffing the air, two at her back and clearing the floors she searched. Finding plans and pictures all of which she gathered, seeing one of the locals try to hide she routed him but he tried to get off a shot. Silver ammo grazed her arm and made her eyes sink to black, moving before he could register ripping the gun and his arm from him and back handing him hard. She heard a crack and watched him slump. Growling almost dropping the arm and taking the gun, back out side the others mustve escaped some how.
Then she remembered, the cellar shed been told about. Smiling she set a trap making it look like they had done their damage and left parking the boat out of site and having every one hide to draw them out. They would box them all in and take the team save the two chosen.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 27, 2014 3:44:36 GMT
Rising from the murky abyss Anthony and his men spread out forming a diamond. He wasn’t sure where the other snake might be. Then he felt it vampiric power. It pissed him off to no end the little bastard had called in favors with the local Kiss. Damn that complicated things. Anthony thought he would have to kill everyone in the compound as that would be the only way he could be sure no loose strings tied back to Sabin. It would mean he would need to burn the place to the ground as well so as no scents of him or his men could be tracked.
He thought this all in a manner of moments as he and his team closed on the house form their secret rear. It would have been better had he had his full eight man team. But he would make do with the good five he had left. Moving as one they approached the house the sounds of gunplay was nonexistent. The trees were strewn with the dead and the dying. One man not even one vampire could accomplish all of this that quickly. Sounding retreat Anthony and his men moved to leave when one of his men spotted an enemy combatant moving into firing position.
The time for words was long passed he and his men laid down suppressing fire as they had been trained. All aimed chest high the barrage of bullets ripped through the would be ambusher. He knew that meant more were in the area so they took turns forming a rotating wall of death. They each had five spare clips and the one grenade a piece left them. Circling as they moved back towards the darkness of the swamp water He and his men knew to rally at the fallback if they were separated.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 27, 2014 4:20:13 GMT
That one vampire was cannon fodder anyone moving slow enough to be seen deserved to die maybe and it made her even angrier. Thankfully she never made a plan without a back up plan and the house had been cover. They had looked ground level for threats never assuming that the house itself could be used against them. She grinned and spun the silencer onto the gun aiming for the one closest to slipping back into the water and head shotting him.
Watching him drop she smiled others fanned along the rooftop did similar dropping the circle considerably to three then the two they wanted to leave alive. The commander and his right hand, they would be allowed to hunt the snake alone to finish it then be finished themselves. She smiled and before they would leave this place, looked to the male on her right watching him rake the alpha with silver tipped bullets hed be able to pull them but damage done. Not a death wound just enough to drop him so they could leave with some of the bodies.
Waiting to see the man was down before she'd allow any movement she didn't trust such a wile opponent to just lay down and take it like a man from her. Sinking back out of view and Handing off things to the boat captain they had kept safe through it all after all he was just a civilian. His mind would be rolled to forget what he'd seen of course.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 27, 2014 4:56:43 GMT
They didn’t have the high ground nor enough men to cover their escape Anthony knew they were outflanked. There was nothing to do now but try to take as many as they could with them. As the silver shot tore through him he knew it was an in and out. That wasn’t what the other men suffered but there was nothing he could do now. He fell with the rest of his men. He had no choice it was over but not yet done. He heard movement away from him he laid completely still his gun visibly out of his hands.
He concentrated on his breathing keeping it low and faint. Just as he expected the footsteps closed. They had to make sure all the combatants were down. As he counted the steps he readied himself. “The Good Doctor” wouldn’t accept anything but success or death. Anthony was not dying today but he would insure that he had a clear exit. As such he waited until the steps were too close to flee then he sprung into action. Pulling the pin on his grenade he sprung to his feet. Launching the grenade directly into the solar plexus of the nearest assailant. He immediately hit the ground rolling his fallen comrade between himself and the blast.
The pain lancing through him was no small thing but he was happy to see that his second was wounded not dead. As the white phosphorous caused the air to grow suddenly thin He took advantage of the attackers being stunned he drug his second to his feet and they took off towards the water.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 27, 2014 5:15:45 GMT
Tsking she smiled yes they had losses of life tonight but no where near what could have been. Some collateral damage was to be expected. Letting the man and his wounded friend retreat and making sure to leave the evidence she had been told to leave for him to come find of where the snake might be. They would leave the two burning to burn no saving them. The others gathered the team and stacked them on a raft to be placed behind the boat.
All in all it had been a good night she knew for a fact she could walk right past this man and hed be none the wiser of who she was that was good. Stepping into the boat and pushing it off from shore they would leave nothing behind save burned vampire even there people decorations retrieved and torn to bits tossed in the bayou after pictures were taken to send to their friend Sabin. The locals deaths all on his men and him and she hoped it turned his stomach, but maybe it wouldn't she didn't bat a lash over it all.
Getting to the docks not long after, the truck there to pick up the bodies and take them to storage for now. Her arm hurt like the dickens and she would need to feed again. Plus it had ruined a perfectly cute jacket, the nerve of them. Rolling the boatman deeply and paying him handsomely with cash. She took off running fast and then flew the rest of the way landing at the convent and slipping inside. Reaching out to Gates to let him know it was done the two birds were in hand and there were things for him to look over on his desk. Hed probably be able to feel the hint of pain shed been in since it happened but washing her wound and feeding on a particularly strong pomme it got it starting to knit back together. A good mornings sleep should close it almost completely.
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Post by Gates on Aug 27, 2014 5:51:11 GMT
Gates waited by the door to Chidera’s room. He watched her feed keeping himself sealed off so that she would not know he was in fact there. The shadows cloaked about him like a dressing gown. He looked on her inspecting her wounds as well as the self-satisfaction of her deeds of the evening. She was successful which was the truly telling thing. She was successful now the plans he’d laid three years ago when Remy had arrived and taken the Nest from Sabine would fall to completion. It was amusing that even as he tried to distance himself from the heady possessing crush of power he still managed to fall to its sway from time to time.
As she concluded her feelings he moved into her space revealing himself. Wordlessly he looked over her wound. The feeding would not be enough. Sabins men were using depleted uranium shells coated in silver mag. It was almost enough to have him raise the stakes of this little gambit. He knew he would instead hold the course. The message he had prepared would be arriving at Sabin’s compound soon enough this matter would be over in totality. Knowing what it would cost him he met her eyes he used his voice instead of speaking mind to mind. “This will smart and you will need more sustenance than you’ve been provided. Allow me in payment for a job well done.”
Pausing so that she could make up her mind he waited until she was braced then sank home his fangs in the seemingly healing wound. The skin knitting over the wound would seal in the poison. He sank into her flesh and drained the poison into himself. He drank a little deeper than he would have wished but he wanted her to be hale and hearty for the next nights festivities. Having drained away the poison he stood retreating to the darkness fading into nothingness so that she could replenish herself as he sought succor for the pain lancing through him.
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Post by Chidera on Aug 27, 2014 7:39:22 GMT
She'd been surprised to see him ,realising he had closed off but then when he made her brace she did and shuddered hard. The pain of him at her wound was almost as bad as it, it felt nothing like the pleasures of the bite from her oathing. Teeth bared she rolled her head back until he stopped. Looking to him but he was so fast and she sighed, that couldn't have been good and now she worried. She was supposed to protect him not the other way round.
Sighing she stood and went to find a second donor taking him to bed but not in a sexual manner more of a cuddle. Feeding from him and cuddling him in her arms. She would feel the sun inching toward their position and realize she needed sleep now more then ever with the now healing in earnest wound. Watching her little pomme dress again and smiling. She knew he didn't understand why she didn't take him totally as most did but that was not her way.
Letting him leave she bathed then sitting in her tub for some time knowing she would have just enough time to dress and lay down before the sun took her for the day. Washing her hair and cleaning the scent of the bayou off her skin. Dressing in buttercup satin and then climbing into her coffin closing the lid laying on her side and closing her eyes.
The moment life slipped away her body went limp and her mind when to where it normally went without her.
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