Post by Hiroku on Aug 16, 2015 12:35:57 GMT -5
“Oof!” Lee rolled over as she was kicked viciously in the gut.
“Get up you!”
Lee lay still as her mind came sharply back into focus and the dark clouds of unconsciousness dispersed. Instinct kicked in and she struck a foot out, her legs spun and momentum brought her to her feet as her enemy went down.
She was on him in an instant, wrestling the blade from his hand. They struggled briefly, then she had it, it was in him, she was herself again.
“Ohhh, God, please no.... !” She stumbled back, reeling from what she had done. She tried to brace her arm against the wall, but she had sustained a wound in the brief struggle. She yelped and pulled back, leaving a swash of blood behind.
Calm down, you are in control, the danger is past. Think. Where are you? What happened?
There were footsteps approaching. A door. The dead man, the knife. The light fixture in the ceiling. The light switch by the door.
Lee leaped into motion. Yanking the knife from the dead man's chest she ran to the door and stood against the wall, ready to take on whoever came through. She was next to the switch, she raised a hand to turn it off the moment the door opened.
The door opened. Wait.
“Dean!” a woman. She took a half step in, opened the door a little wider. Lee heard a gun sliding from a holster.
She flicked the lights and struck, over compensating in case the woman stepped backwards in reaction to the sudden darkness.
She had guessed right. Lee stood over the woman in the hall who was gargling her last breaths on the floor as the wolf anthro picked up the gun.
Full clip, ten rounds. Good. Body count: 2. Hide body in previous room. Return to hall. Run. Watch corners. Run. Stop. Wait. You've been spotted.
Fire. One round
Fire. His shot.
Fire: Second round.
Body count: 3.
Voices, tromping feet. Take the second gun. Six new rounds plus 8 rounds equals 14 rounds.
Through the door. Stairs. People coming from below. Go up.
She felt the two sides of her personality dueling for domination. The cold killer instinct and the frightened confused person.
What's happening? Why am I here?
We were on a mission.
I was on a mission. There is no we. I am one person.
Roof top. Door, choke point for enemies. Get to cover. Fire escape?
Lee leaped to clear an obstacle and another person rose into view out of the night. She raised her gun as he raised his.
FIRE.
His round went through the tip of her right ear as hers went past his cheek.
Lee hit the ground and rolled as he fired again and again. She came up gun blazing.
2, 3, 4-5. Cover!
She dove behind something and paused in her firing. She perked one wolf ear up to listen for his movements. He had also taken cover and fired another two rounds. She didn't return fire.
Three rounds left in this gun. Six after that. Switch now and save the three? Needed better cover or she would be in a crossfire.
Another building level with this one came into focus as she looked for escapes. Firing off two shots she broke from safety and sprinted for it.
Fire. A bullet shot past. She shot half-haphazardly back and pulled the second gun from her belt where she had stored it.
One two three jump. That's a long way down.
She soared over the gap, expecting a bullet in the back at any moment. Time seemed to slow down as lights from the city below flashed briefly in her eyes. Come on, make it make it... room to spare... and..!
She hit the ground and rolled to take off the heat of the impact, then leaped up and dodged for cover, shots ringing in her ears. Sounded like the others had made it outside. If only she had been more careful she could have popped the roof guy and pinned down the others at the door.
Tch! Pay attention. Mistakes make you dead.
She ducked behind a wall and peered cautiously out. Several people fired at her but none took the chance of following her leap of faith. They must have people entering the building from below to cut her off.
Look around. What do you see?
Door to the stairwell-- Lee swore under her breath as a memory came unbidden to her mind. The girl! She was here to assassinate or take the girl!
Focus! Her killer instinct told her. This was a bust. She had to get out.
She closed her eyes and blue-prints came to the front of her mind like a forgotten tab on the internet screen. She recalled where she had come out and where the door on this building was located. That meant she was located... there. The girl would be five floors down in the other building.
Her K.I. swore at her again. She was losing options fast. Popping up from cover she let off two rounds and ran for the door. She had to get off the roof and into the building where she could avoid her enemies or engage them up close and get more guns.
4 bullets left. She had to make them count.
As she burst through the door she prayed that no one would be on the stairwell. She peered cautiously between the railings. Far below she could see movement.
She had time to get down one floor. She ran helter-skelter. Through the door, gun ready. No one there. Office cubicles. Elevators. Perfect.
Racing to the elevators she noticed the numbers rising on both of them. She didn't have time for this! Back tracking she hid in a cubicle and waited.
Ding
Here they come. Four rounds. Make each count.
Lee held her breath and kept still, listening to their footsteps. Wait for them to pass, take the last one... no. One would be waiting at the elevator to keep her from getting to it... Think think. She had to get a meat shield if she was going to make it out. She had to try, there was no other option.
Okay, first 2-3 past. More passing. Not paying attention to her hiding spot. Wait for them to get to the stairwell, take out the one left behind.
Lee waited, and waited. The stairwell door clicked and there were calls of “Clear! Clear!”
A crackle of a radio and one of them spoke.
“She's not on the roof! She's inside!”
Lee didn't even let herself indulge in a swear word, but instead she leaped up and shot the man at the elevator. He was a wolf anthro like herself. Fortunate that he had been left behind, he would have smelled her as he passed by and ruined her cover.
Lee leaped and ran low. She caught him before his knees had hit the ground and she spun him toward the other operatives while snatching up his machine gun.
A strange separate corner of her mind told him to rest in peace; a sort of “Thanks” to the dying soul who just might have saved her hide by his choice of weapon. Maybe God, if there was one, would somehow have a little mercy on this unfortunate sap for inadvertently saving her life.
Later in retrospect Lee would wonder why she had pity for this guy.
Lee let out a stream of bullets, the machine gun braced against her side as she hit the elevator button with her elbow. Screams and more gunfire engulfed her ears and the flash from the guns assaulted her sight.
A brief moment and the flashes and gunfire were only coming from the survivors in the stairwell.
Ding
Drag body into the elevator, hit the doors closed. Keep firing. Doors closed. Lee dropped the body and hit various mid and lower floor buttons. Next she climbed up through the emergency hatch. She glanced down at the body and the aforementioned retrospect hit her.
Number 4. I salute you.
Now to the task at hand. Lee grabbed hold of the cable shifting upwards as the elevator went down and she road back up to the top floor. She could hear them trying to force open the elevator doors. The other elevator was on its way down after her.
Come on. Come on.
There was a section of the above apparatus where she could wedge herself against the ceiling. If she could just...
Up and in. Hold breath. Hope no one looks up.
A few more seconds and they had it open. Two operatives slid down the cable lowering the elevator, another stayed up top and watched them.
How many are left on this floor? Never mind, they see the empty elevator you're blown. Go, go, go.
Taking a breath she shot the watching operative. He fell forward, giving her a moment in which the two in the shaft could not hit her. She dropped and swung through the doors, machine gun blazing.
Two other operatives down. No others.
7. Her odds of surviving the night were increasing. She might even mosey on over and just complete the mission.
Gunna kill the little brat. Spoke her K. I.
I don't hear any trigger words. Nobody making me listen to you. I am in control.
Until you get a cellphone and then Control gets you. Ha ha ha ha ahaha!
Shut up, Panic.
From the perspective of an outside observer Lee seemed to move with a purpose and calm as she went through the lovely process of corpse raiding for amo and a radio. There was no sign of her inner dialogue. There was a chance Control could get to her through the radio, but that was something like a 1 in 1 million chance. The odds would only decrease if she actually spoke and her voice was picked up by anyone eavesdropping.
Nope nope. Ah-ha!
Pulling out a grenade from one corpse, Lee pulled the pin and tossed it down the elevator shaft. She pointed her hand gun to a window and waited.
Grenade ignite. Fire from nice new clip in the covering explosion. Wonder vaguely about the world down below and who the glass might hit.
Climb outside, take ledge.
Lee got her bearings more in focus as she sidled along the ledge. City lights, not too many in the immediate blocks. Cars down below. A damp, unpleasant smell that suggested a river near by.
She had time now to reflect on her spotty memory. She was lucid enough to conclude brainwashing and conditioning. From her skill set she must be a trained assassin. Any military training?
No... Labs, needles, conditioning. She was an anthroid, or just anthro, a person genetically altered and spliced with animal DNA to make her faster, stronger, etc. She was not a human according to them. Just a weapon.
Maybe that was why she remembered number 4. He was an anthroid, too. Just another tool serving out his purpose. Idiots who worked with him obviously did not realize his potential or they would have had him leading point.
Corner. Climbable. Lee made her ascent. Nothing from the radio suggesting they had figured where she was at aside from her not being in the elevator. Seemed they thought she was trying to escape down below. Good, they didn't know she was backtracking in a roundabout way.
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((Thoughts? Suggestions? My muse is not what it used to be so I keep writing myself out and being unable to figure how to continue. It feels like the action is getting a little tedious so I'm not sure where to go from here just yet.))
“Get up you!”
Lee lay still as her mind came sharply back into focus and the dark clouds of unconsciousness dispersed. Instinct kicked in and she struck a foot out, her legs spun and momentum brought her to her feet as her enemy went down.
She was on him in an instant, wrestling the blade from his hand. They struggled briefly, then she had it, it was in him, she was herself again.
“Ohhh, God, please no.... !” She stumbled back, reeling from what she had done. She tried to brace her arm against the wall, but she had sustained a wound in the brief struggle. She yelped and pulled back, leaving a swash of blood behind.
Calm down, you are in control, the danger is past. Think. Where are you? What happened?
There were footsteps approaching. A door. The dead man, the knife. The light fixture in the ceiling. The light switch by the door.
Lee leaped into motion. Yanking the knife from the dead man's chest she ran to the door and stood against the wall, ready to take on whoever came through. She was next to the switch, she raised a hand to turn it off the moment the door opened.
The door opened. Wait.
“Dean!” a woman. She took a half step in, opened the door a little wider. Lee heard a gun sliding from a holster.
She flicked the lights and struck, over compensating in case the woman stepped backwards in reaction to the sudden darkness.
She had guessed right. Lee stood over the woman in the hall who was gargling her last breaths on the floor as the wolf anthro picked up the gun.
Full clip, ten rounds. Good. Body count: 2. Hide body in previous room. Return to hall. Run. Watch corners. Run. Stop. Wait. You've been spotted.
Fire. One round
Fire. His shot.
Fire: Second round.
Body count: 3.
Voices, tromping feet. Take the second gun. Six new rounds plus 8 rounds equals 14 rounds.
Through the door. Stairs. People coming from below. Go up.
She felt the two sides of her personality dueling for domination. The cold killer instinct and the frightened confused person.
What's happening? Why am I here?
We were on a mission.
I was on a mission. There is no we. I am one person.
Roof top. Door, choke point for enemies. Get to cover. Fire escape?
Lee leaped to clear an obstacle and another person rose into view out of the night. She raised her gun as he raised his.
FIRE.
His round went through the tip of her right ear as hers went past his cheek.
Lee hit the ground and rolled as he fired again and again. She came up gun blazing.
2, 3, 4-5. Cover!
She dove behind something and paused in her firing. She perked one wolf ear up to listen for his movements. He had also taken cover and fired another two rounds. She didn't return fire.
Three rounds left in this gun. Six after that. Switch now and save the three? Needed better cover or she would be in a crossfire.
Another building level with this one came into focus as she looked for escapes. Firing off two shots she broke from safety and sprinted for it.
Fire. A bullet shot past. She shot half-haphazardly back and pulled the second gun from her belt where she had stored it.
One two three jump. That's a long way down.
She soared over the gap, expecting a bullet in the back at any moment. Time seemed to slow down as lights from the city below flashed briefly in her eyes. Come on, make it make it... room to spare... and..!
She hit the ground and rolled to take off the heat of the impact, then leaped up and dodged for cover, shots ringing in her ears. Sounded like the others had made it outside. If only she had been more careful she could have popped the roof guy and pinned down the others at the door.
Tch! Pay attention. Mistakes make you dead.
She ducked behind a wall and peered cautiously out. Several people fired at her but none took the chance of following her leap of faith. They must have people entering the building from below to cut her off.
Look around. What do you see?
Door to the stairwell-- Lee swore under her breath as a memory came unbidden to her mind. The girl! She was here to assassinate or take the girl!
Focus! Her killer instinct told her. This was a bust. She had to get out.
She closed her eyes and blue-prints came to the front of her mind like a forgotten tab on the internet screen. She recalled where she had come out and where the door on this building was located. That meant she was located... there. The girl would be five floors down in the other building.
Her K.I. swore at her again. She was losing options fast. Popping up from cover she let off two rounds and ran for the door. She had to get off the roof and into the building where she could avoid her enemies or engage them up close and get more guns.
4 bullets left. She had to make them count.
As she burst through the door she prayed that no one would be on the stairwell. She peered cautiously between the railings. Far below she could see movement.
She had time to get down one floor. She ran helter-skelter. Through the door, gun ready. No one there. Office cubicles. Elevators. Perfect.
Racing to the elevators she noticed the numbers rising on both of them. She didn't have time for this! Back tracking she hid in a cubicle and waited.
Ding
Here they come. Four rounds. Make each count.
Lee held her breath and kept still, listening to their footsteps. Wait for them to pass, take the last one... no. One would be waiting at the elevator to keep her from getting to it... Think think. She had to get a meat shield if she was going to make it out. She had to try, there was no other option.
Okay, first 2-3 past. More passing. Not paying attention to her hiding spot. Wait for them to get to the stairwell, take out the one left behind.
Lee waited, and waited. The stairwell door clicked and there were calls of “Clear! Clear!”
A crackle of a radio and one of them spoke.
“She's not on the roof! She's inside!”
Lee didn't even let herself indulge in a swear word, but instead she leaped up and shot the man at the elevator. He was a wolf anthro like herself. Fortunate that he had been left behind, he would have smelled her as he passed by and ruined her cover.
Lee leaped and ran low. She caught him before his knees had hit the ground and she spun him toward the other operatives while snatching up his machine gun.
A strange separate corner of her mind told him to rest in peace; a sort of “Thanks” to the dying soul who just might have saved her hide by his choice of weapon. Maybe God, if there was one, would somehow have a little mercy on this unfortunate sap for inadvertently saving her life.
Later in retrospect Lee would wonder why she had pity for this guy.
Lee let out a stream of bullets, the machine gun braced against her side as she hit the elevator button with her elbow. Screams and more gunfire engulfed her ears and the flash from the guns assaulted her sight.
A brief moment and the flashes and gunfire were only coming from the survivors in the stairwell.
Ding
Drag body into the elevator, hit the doors closed. Keep firing. Doors closed. Lee dropped the body and hit various mid and lower floor buttons. Next she climbed up through the emergency hatch. She glanced down at the body and the aforementioned retrospect hit her.
Number 4. I salute you.
Now to the task at hand. Lee grabbed hold of the cable shifting upwards as the elevator went down and she road back up to the top floor. She could hear them trying to force open the elevator doors. The other elevator was on its way down after her.
Come on. Come on.
There was a section of the above apparatus where she could wedge herself against the ceiling. If she could just...
Up and in. Hold breath. Hope no one looks up.
A few more seconds and they had it open. Two operatives slid down the cable lowering the elevator, another stayed up top and watched them.
How many are left on this floor? Never mind, they see the empty elevator you're blown. Go, go, go.
Taking a breath she shot the watching operative. He fell forward, giving her a moment in which the two in the shaft could not hit her. She dropped and swung through the doors, machine gun blazing.
Two other operatives down. No others.
7. Her odds of surviving the night were increasing. She might even mosey on over and just complete the mission.
Gunna kill the little brat. Spoke her K. I.
I don't hear any trigger words. Nobody making me listen to you. I am in control.
Until you get a cellphone and then Control gets you. Ha ha ha ha ahaha!
Shut up, Panic.
From the perspective of an outside observer Lee seemed to move with a purpose and calm as she went through the lovely process of corpse raiding for amo and a radio. There was no sign of her inner dialogue. There was a chance Control could get to her through the radio, but that was something like a 1 in 1 million chance. The odds would only decrease if she actually spoke and her voice was picked up by anyone eavesdropping.
Nope nope. Ah-ha!
Pulling out a grenade from one corpse, Lee pulled the pin and tossed it down the elevator shaft. She pointed her hand gun to a window and waited.
Grenade ignite. Fire from nice new clip in the covering explosion. Wonder vaguely about the world down below and who the glass might hit.
Climb outside, take ledge.
Lee got her bearings more in focus as she sidled along the ledge. City lights, not too many in the immediate blocks. Cars down below. A damp, unpleasant smell that suggested a river near by.
She had time now to reflect on her spotty memory. She was lucid enough to conclude brainwashing and conditioning. From her skill set she must be a trained assassin. Any military training?
No... Labs, needles, conditioning. She was an anthroid, or just anthro, a person genetically altered and spliced with animal DNA to make her faster, stronger, etc. She was not a human according to them. Just a weapon.
Maybe that was why she remembered number 4. He was an anthroid, too. Just another tool serving out his purpose. Idiots who worked with him obviously did not realize his potential or they would have had him leading point.
Corner. Climbable. Lee made her ascent. Nothing from the radio suggesting they had figured where she was at aside from her not being in the elevator. Seemed they thought she was trying to escape down below. Good, they didn't know she was backtracking in a roundabout way.
--------------------------~*~
((Thoughts? Suggestions? My muse is not what it used to be so I keep writing myself out and being unable to figure how to continue. It feels like the action is getting a little tedious so I'm not sure where to go from here just yet.))
