The Great Escape
EI-QUE:
~*~ It was ready. Five structures that could only be deemed as
super computers. Each stacked upon the last, in a tower about 4
feet high, and 4 feet long. Each with a quiet fan, as to keep the
insides cool. The first two, decoys, the second two defense, the
last the grandest of them all, the offense. As if you could
imagine, as if they could even been lashed back at, the first
computer (The decoy) would alert the others as soon as it was
detected, the secondary would act in a manner of a mainframe,
taking on the characteristics of the body, the following two
would fix and alert if anyone could hope to get that far, the
first of the two equivalent to hacking into the pentagon. Though
the later a equivalent of five times harder. Each more complex,
each more dangerous than the last. It had taken Jesse longer to
construct the last of the computers than the other four combined,
the power and information, the sheer speed was incomprehensible.
And all this took roughly about 3 weeks less than it took her to
build some of G.U.A.R.D. That had been years ago, and assured
they had most of it disassembled, or upgraded. Hoping on the
chances of human error to have not re-arranged the basics of
petty programs, such as the alarm clocks, the personnel locator
within the base, the vid relay phones which were still considered
state of the art. And hoping most of all they still used /a/ (As
in ANY)camera system within the bases, heat sensors, and other
basic programming such as writing programs she had used, hardware
recognizing programs, and viral alerts. . . To achieve
penetration to the main computer, the last one, one would have to
sucessfully and TOTALLY destroy, and deterorate the first four.
And though it should have required five people to run, she
settled with two, giving each a primary task. In her small breaks
she had repaired the truck, and in the back placed a few things
they would need, if they were caught. It was always a
contingancy, that G.U.A.R.D. could eventually trace the random
and varying transmissons back here before they could even execute
the programs. . . UNLIKELY but possable. Even Jesse had to admit,
she was not perfect, though this had come as close to perfection
as she could attain with the materials. Structured too near the
computers were seats, back to back, and consoles surrounding
them. Around, above, and slightly below, separated only but a
small gap to enter a sphere like area. One for her the other for
Zakai. She had decided perhaps that he could be more efficient at
the mathematical and data processing. He would in essence try to
maintain the first four computers , and fend off any on coming
attacks.
Zak would also play the decoy, inserting random and basically just annoying viruses from the first computer. viruses that would simply close needed open windows and programs, though as easily as they could be re-opened they would shut again. They atypical bugs that every good hacker new. Jesse took a double on the last three computers, and full control of the fifth. Not doubting the child's ability, but instead his ignorance of G.U.A.R.D. procedure, as she had known it. . and their operating systems. The computers were on, and she checked re checked and quadruple checked every wire, every power source. using two back up generators, and the house's main power. Though a fatal flaw there, she realized when she was finishing the computers. The power could be cut off from the main, not doubting G.U.A.R.D.'s ability to black out an entire coast, to cease an intrusion. One generator gas powered, the other Solar. It had been storing energy for a week now, and she was assured it had more than enough to supply the machines. So the main all the computers, but the generators, gas backed up the 2 defense, and solar the single remaining mainframe. She then finally removed her work gloves, and checked the time. Their precision would have to be flawless, with three forms of transmission. A regular honeline, a simple modem, part of the decoy obviously, a satellite dish reconfigured to beam information to satellites, and the last a far more complex system using a combination of fiber optics, and satellites, and receivers. And each was programmed to show the source first and foremost as if the signal was being emitted from that very base. From the Main Techie's area, more specifically, unbeknownst to her random choice. . Omit's work station. The one contingency, or snare in her plan she discovered as she assembled as she made the last computer, G.U.A.R.D. would be more readily prepared for a computer shut-down, after The Battle, so instead she changed her plan from a total systems shut-down, to a basic, and almost mocking in simplicity. . .power shut down~*~
ZAKAI:
*Zak is simply drifting around the computers at the
moment...scanning over them, waiting for the 'go ahead'. he would
have to be careful..or he'll fry these computeres by
accident...and he'll neverforgive himself if that happens..*
EI-QUE:
~*~ Looking to Zakai, and then looking towards the monitors as
she leaned over and flicked a few swiches. Asking then in her
monotone voice ** Is the ((insert techinical sounding jargon
here)) Main system in sector three of the 8ths drive red-lining?
** She tapped a few more keys on one of the 5 seperate key-boards
around her work station. Her half anyway of the in the
sphere-esque dual working aperatious She slowly punched a few
buttons on it's sleek surface. His boards had all been covered by
a nice layer of plastic that fit to the keys and electronicly
exposed parts perfectly. . though understanding his fear. Looking
towards the clock again and saying ~*~ 3 minutes. . ~*~ She
glanced towards the truck, their belongings, and said then
quietly a fear she hand't mentioned to him directly ~*~ If this
does not work. . leave. .
ABYSS:
*A small flash appears beneath one of the lamp posts in the black
of Frances night. Then a glowing ember takes root in what would
appear to be a small stick. Ice blue eyes reguarded the area with
tenacity. He'd been here for a week. The G.U.A.R.D. still didn't
know he was cloned. He was an ace up the proverbial sleeve. A
very big and deadly unknown one. He puffs once on the cigarette,
drawing in the sweet, though foul to some, nectar he so dearly
craves. Waiting as he'd done for nearly all of his life. Checking
his watch, then shifting his eyes back to the street... He walks
over to the motor cycle, trenchcoat flowing in the wind as he
goes.*
ZAKAI:
*flat tone* I'm not leaving. *if any GUARD show up -let them.
He'll take them apart with his bare hands if he has to. He sits
at his chair, nodding* yeah, it's there...*never was one for
technical commentary..*
EI:QUE:
** She looked towards him flatly, and then slid into her chair,
giving a few last moment adjustments. FLicking on more swiches
and allowing the needed functions to surface as she turned
towards him and said ~*~ If you wish, though the notion is
foolish, ~*~ She never tried to control him, or even try to raise
him, other than the occasional 'That was uncalled for' statment.
Though she had to admit, she liked him. She sat back looking at
the clock then in silence, watching the counter near 2 minutes
and eventually one minute. She then said, without looking back to
see if he was in his chair. . . ~*~ ready then, we will try the
Greenland base first, then French. . if we are not caught by then
The Japanese. . . That is the most able way with the alignments
of the satalites, and remote detectors. . . ~*~ Merely speaking
aloud at this point, having discussed this with him several times
already. ** 30 Seconds.
ZAKAI:
I never claimed not to be foolish. *he waits, hands resting on
the KB.* Alright. *waiting for the thing to just /start/...he had
waited so long already.*
METTALIC:
*Kneeling down beside his bike, grease stained wrench in hand he
peers at the new dually carb he just installed, he reaches up
giving a bolt a quarter turn, snugging it up. Then, leaning back
he grabs a mostly clean rag and starts polishing the latest
addition to his baby, removing all traces of grease. Only once he
is satisfied with its appearance does he consider removing the
grease from his hands....with a smile he stands up, taking a step
back...to appraise the look*
ABYSS:
*Alan guns the motorbike. Flicking his cigarette to the ground.*
Shit.....*Peeling out, putting the cigarette out that way
actually as he mangles it. He takes off, speeding down the road
on the Yamaha Rapier that he'd procured from his ''fixer'' here
in France. Speeding towards what EI had told him was the
G.U.A.R.D. HQ... This was the part of the plan that most of them
didn't like. Though most of the R.UN.ners could care less about
ABYSS, to them he was just some big ass... Like he cared. But,
this was thier greatest chance. He wouldn't be noticed with the
power down. And the alarms couldn't be raised once he breached
the defenses and was inside. There, all he had to rely on was his
skill, which was absolute among the S.E.A.L. teams in America.
And his powers, which were considerable in thier own right.
Looking to his watch, He guns it so as to make up for lost
''cigarrete break'' time.He loved shaving the edge.*
EI-QUE:
~*~ She then brushed her mind with Alan's straining through what
she could, having held long conversations with Aeirk before form
the tavern, it could be done, to a strain. A brush of a thought.
. Ready. .Good luck. . And then with that her mind receeded to
her own thoughts. The equations, the sheilds, everything lowered
incredibly, just a mere constant she couldn't remove. She watched
the timer, and then as it flashed a small green zero, simply
started typing in commands. Awaiting Zak to patch through to the
satalites, as she worked the phones and relayed optics. She then
keyed in, reading and scanning the base, awaiting for the small
distractions. The techies at the Greenland base had always been
under par. . . and she assumed that they would not even detect
the decoys. She punched in a few keys finding from even the phone
modem, the system at the base was nearly 80% the same as she had
left it over a year ago. Pausing for a few seconds allowing her
key-strokes to catch up with her fingers, and glancing back
towards Zak, offering . . a small ~*~ Now. . .
ZAKAI:
*a short, quick nod is his only response- fingers flying over the
keys- eyes darting between screens as he works on the patch. he
already had several small, annoying viruses set up to be launched
into the GUARD computers from one terminal- so he can give msot
of his attention to this and to avoiding detection..*
VENIN:
*She lays back on the slab, her head resting on the newly
acquired pillow, the slab beneath her slightly padded with the
blanket. Her hollowed gaze traces along the ceiling picking out
minute details, tracing patterns amoungst the tiles...... Her
mind aimlessly wandering amoungst countless images, events,
stories, conversations....these days she examined everything,
every trace of her past....everything except...except one area
where she fears to tread, she prefers to keep that area locked
tight, even though every day she is reminded of it...the humm of
electronics a counterpoint to her rapidly winding thoughts*
METTALIC:
*He picks up another clean cloth and a can of good old fashioned
wax, then with almost ritualistic precision he starts polishing
his bike...he loved this routine, the bike was his baby, the wax
was to him, proof of his loving dedication, it hurt him for his
baby to receive even the smallest nick, the tiniest stain....this
was the one thing he cherished above all else...*
ZAKAI:
*he does as they've reheresed for who knows how long- then
skitters back over to the first terminal, grinning a bit
wickedly. these viruses were going to be interesting...his
favorite had to be the little pacmans that worked their way
through your system until you managed to stop them, devouring
information. these were icon-based defeated..if you know the
pacman game, you know how to stop them.* working on it now...how
much fun do you think I should have with them?
METTALIC:
*he pauses in his loving polishing to peer closer at the finish*
Damn! someone nicked it! *He drops the cloth and turns to
thebikes saddle bags, pulling out some filler and paint.....he
carefully fills the nick, then waits, watching carefully to make
sure that it does not harden with any unsightly bubbles, befor
carefully applying the paint*
VENIN:
*her thoughts turn a corner they had traveled by many times
before... Why was James being so nice?...he should hate
her...hell, he had more reason than any other here..she had
avoided conflict with GUARD , she hadn't wanted to fight those
she once knew, those who once trusted her...but, unfortunatley
matters had been forced and she became involved with the
runners......and the fight....she didn't exactally regret the
fight, only some of the results...many had died, many that
shouldnt' have.....*
N.W.O.:
**It had been a day like any other. Watching the ''worm'' had
gotten tedious. Day after day of seeing some moronic kid waste as
much time as he could, in the biggest clumps possible. The
highlight of the time, though a turn off to some, was his night
club screwing. Fine ass girl, and since they got to see it from
his view, it wasnt all that bad. But the NOISES he made. eewww*
Omit had grabbed something from the nuker, and Wile was laughing
hysterically over the 'real life encounters caught on video'. He
swore it was funnier than 'funniest home video's'. The only one
who seemed to be working was Null, and he wasnt saying much.
Staring, he was only tapping a few buttons, all the while getting
more and more frantic*
NULL: Uh, guys. We got somthing here. *Wile immedetly
rolls over to Nulls terminal and Omit flips a switch to a moniter
to reveal a yellow dot, marching back and forth across the
screen. Omit raises a brow*
OMIT: Looks like a devour program. How 2nd grade. *With a
twirl of a finger and one button push, it disappears* Later.
WILE: Omit, Dammit!!!!
OMIT: What?
NULL: We could have traced that if you werent so killer
happy. Think you............ *His voice trailed off and his face
seemed to shine RED* What the..... *Misc star nukes flashed up
faster then sub-messeges, but slow enough for the brain to
register*
WILE: RIGHT ON!!!! Can we keep it???
ZAKAI:
*his fingers tap acrossed the keys- tossing out more viruses-
just little nuisances, but in a fair number. Program devourers,
rearrnagers, swipers, erasers- 'cutsy' stuff that messes up your
screen, decorates it with flowers, or sets it on fire so the
informatiion curls up and vanishes like an piece of
paper...boring stuff if you know your computers- but he's not out
to /really/ destroy their system...that's being left to Ei.*
EI-QUE:
~*~ She waited, and then passed the first barcade Saying ~*~ They
have more intelligence than I thought. . .at this base. .~*~ She
immedately went for personel files, noting they were the ones
doctedered the most durring the course of a day, new enocounters,
and deaths, findings. . no one would notice. . . She blinked as
then she pressed the keys in sucession, finding then the file she
was looking for. Finding the informations she was seeking, and as
easily as they defeated the pac-man virus, she pressed a key, and
all top-secret information was displayed. Calling then back
towards Zakai ~*~ Found her. . . ~*~ The tone was monotone, and
the actions nearly drowning her voice as she breathed. She then
ticked a few more times, running a program back through the
defence computers, an analysis program of a few things she had
seen in a fleeting glance. Taking then her time as she slowly,
and carefully routed twelve paths through their computer systems,
to reciveve their optics, using the fiber optics just for that.
Acessing, and using the cameras that GUARD placed there for
protection. Her cover, when N.W.O. broke through the petty
viruses, more potent ones from the second decoy. . . she moved as
untraced as she could place to place, trying to bring what she
could up on the screen in front of Venin. ~*~
ZAKAI:
....what's her condition? do the files say? *still launching
viruses- fingers flying over the KB- but his real attention is on
her and her words right now...*
VENIN:
*.....how were they?..they should have realized by now that
something had happened.... hopefully they left the farm,
abandoned it, it was a danger, a liability,...GUARD knew of it
now, and it would only be a matter of time before they went after
her friends...her family.....she cringes at the idea of
that...Jesse, Alan, Gild, even that Rocky..those they will try to
turn, to change.....but Zak? what woudl they do with him?...they
already had Sai once, knew of the potential..what would they
do?....*
N.W.O.:
*All three of them seemed to just sit and stare at all the
monitors for a moment, while giving a* Woah *in unisan* NULL:
Alright enough of this. Omit, find out where this crap is coming
from. Wile, you cut off thee path with the designated resources.
I'll start firing off my own defense and once the area is secured
and identified, I can find out the identity of who it is. This
doesn't look as accidental or simple as it was thought. This is
being done for a reason guys.
VENIN:
DAMN IT! *the words ring out angrily as she pushes herself off
the bed* Thinking like that will get me nowhere* She throws
herself to the floor and begins doing a frantic set of pushups,
trying to force such thoughts from her mind... her mind
attempting to focus on each muscle, each breath..yet still the
thoughts roll in the back of her mind, taunting, teasing, rolling
in a dull monotonous counterpoint to each reptition*
ZAKAI:
*he isn't keeping track of which viruses are being
counteracted..he's simply sending them out...if this monitor is
located, he'll shift to the next...*
METTALIC:
*the paint dries and he lovingly begins the waxing process
again..slathering on the wax, the carefully, methodically
polishing it off. Then after what seems hours he steps back to
appraise his work, the morotcycle gleaming brightly in the dull
flourescent glare of the underground parking lot* A gem amoungst
these stones *he murmers as heglances at the surrounding
cars..only one was even worth a second glance....the
mustang....its owner now dead, he wondered why it had even made
the transfer across the ocean*
ZAK:
*this is frustrating...virus after virus..always ready to switch
terminals- but no word as to Yvette's condition...it was
cruel...*
VENIN:
*53..54...55...This wan't working, her mind still traversed those
paths, wondering, yet praying against....It was futile, she
should know that by now..she could never distract her mind, it
continued to ponder possibilities, wonder about what
ifs?..60...61...62...her gaze wanders restlessly around the room
seeking addtional items to distract her mind with....no longer do
the push ups work.....her eyes pass over the screen then a few
brief seconds later swing back...something was different, but
what...there it is..she catches it and is assailed with a flare
of hope which she quickly supresses....they come?... NO!..they
cannot..this place is too wel lguarded and she knows it, they
should never risk it....they should forget her, save
themselves....75..76.77.. she continues the pushups as if nothing
occured, her thoughts warring in her head...but she waits..there
is nothing else she can do*
N.W.O.:
WILE: These programs almost seem like a mid-term. They
grow in a grade scale. What are we now? Sophmore? OOOh. *a TWO
button combo make this weird thing spreading the word ''COOKIE''
all across his screen* And to think Im missing Jenny Jones for
this.
OMIT: *Omit scoots back from his staion with a evil gin on
his face* I found it! I found it! The viruses are eminating
from............ *his face faulted* me. *Almost on a cue, Omit
turns his head to the others, while the others turn to him* WHAT?
*Throwing his hands WAY up* I didn't do it. If I were, which I
didn't, I would have thrown together something together a little
more eccentric, which I didn't. Like a big heard of sheep jumping
from word to word on each pro......... *just as he paused, a
buttload of sheep careened across every terminal* WHICH I
DIDN'T!!!!
EI-QUE:
~*~ Allowing the Red Flags to pop up everywhere alerting to every
step she took, noting that not a single person, a single thing
had slowed her. She stopped hands hovering over the keys, as she
then looked towards the cameras programs again. He then thought
for a long moment. . Too easy. .. this is too easy. . . Something
somewhere she hadn't thought of perhaps. . anything. She looked
at the programs her computer and turned back to Zakai ~*~ Are
they occupied still, have they even bothered to trace it back
towards the house. . .?
ZAKAI:
*he launches a personal favorite now...the ultimate toture
through all ages! the...duh duh DUUUUUUH! Barney virus. Little
purple tyranos and green li'l triceratopses prancing over the
screens, singing 'I see you, you see me, I destroyed your comp
family! with a nick nack paddywhack, give the girl a bone- this
comp's as backward as a rotary phone!' makes NO sense- but since
when was it supposed to?* not yet they haven't...having a bit of
fun with thier traces...heh...
N.W.O.:
*Omit's hands just covered his entire face as he shook it*
WILE: Uh, you were saying about Barney?
OMIT: *Muffled* I didn't do it.
NULL:Alright, enough of this. Purple dinosaurs is where it
stops. Omit, if you say you didnt do it, I believe you, but we
have to find out where it really IS coming from. Patch up the
Stat Satalite, and relay it to point A and N. Wile, stop laughing
and clear your screens. Ignore the viruses, they just seem like
kids toys from someone on high. Give him the defense he needs to
get those relays up. I'm talking Linemen here. *Wile just seemed
to stop and stare* Fine, be like Goldberg. *Wile shoots up his
thoumb and throws out some crazy faces while growling* It
shouldnt take long for me to toss off these viruses and I'll take
the lead to the kill zone once the trace is set
ZAKAI:
*Zak shifts to the next level of the viruses...time for moer
serious ones. oh- they'll still LOOK cutsy..but these are
potential system crashers..unless they're total idiots, they've
got to be ready to do a trace by now..he's gotta keep 'em
occupied...* lets see...killer Teletubies should do it....*he
launches the next virus solo- aiming it for their main systems-
particuarly defense and security programs...things they can't
ignore...*
EI-QUE:
~*~ She then blinked as they finally started their real trace.
Shocked for a moment how quickly they plowed through their
detours, as if they knew this game of cat and mouse. . saying
then ~*~ Cutting Phone modem transmissions. ~*~ As she did this
the phone waves went dead. She then instead varied the satalites
she used, and re-routed a few signals, bouncing them like balls
in space. She then quickly boosted up the optics, the relay from
the base, and then in haste tapped her hands over they keys.
They'd locate them in no time if they bothered to look via
optics, there was no way feasable she could bounce those, and
they were drawing /from/ the base with those. She glanced to one
of the monitors that showed their progress, adding a small virus
of her own. Something incredibly annoying. . making the petty
programs they were using turn off, and the little toggle box
confirming it to close each program. and then a plethra of Error
boxes that simply read - SYSTEM ERROR - RESTART? Yes/No. . .
Fatal ERROR Restart -yes/no- You have a small penis -Yes/No-
anything that would distract them for a few moments longer She
then executed, the programs to shut down the power grids. She
blinked then as they managed to get past the dummies, the decoys.
Calling back to Zakai ~*~ They have penetrated the second
computer, discontinue the viruses. . work on defense. .
ZAKAI:
got it. *fingers fly over the keys- the virus programs shut down-
now working on 'sealing' the computer.* now lets see how well we
do against the techs....*he's only done this in theory after
all...*
METTALIC:
*satisfied with his work he gathers up his supplies, placing them
back in the saddle bags.....never know when something might
happen out there, might need to touch the baby up..he turn and
heads for the doors, walking past the weight room and nodding an
acknowledgment to the few he passes*
N.W.O.:
OMIT: Woah! Hoss, I am getting thrown everywhere. Whoever
this is DOES NOT want to be found.
NULL: No joke, you wouldn't even believe the shit I've
just had to witness. What the........did my computer just say I
have a small penis?
NULL: I'm about there guys. Im more or less waiting for
that connection.
OMIT: YEAH! In! Dishes are done, dude. You're all free
clear to find out who these tweeds are.
NULL: Comp's killed. Seemed to be nothing. Got to find out
who this is. Wile, we're going to be hitting some major
turbulence. Time to put you to work.
WILE: Work? What the hell have I been doing, a warm up?
You come over here and stare at gay Englishmen dressed up like
renegade Cabage Patch Dolls. *A Thud could almost be heard from
every terminal* Woah, you weren't kidding. Not only turb, but
like a China wall. No way around it, it's so friggin' long
OMIT: This is almost like something we'd throw together
guys, on 8 hour day lunch break, but it's good. *Null just rose a
brow and stared at the work, only giving out a long* hmmmmmmm.
ZAKAI:
*fingers continue to fly- building more and more defenses. each
one isn't 'strong'- but it's designed so that for every one
knocked down /theoritically/ there'll be two more blocks in it's
place....theoritically...*
EI-QUE:
~*~ She rose a brow then as they simply stopprd at their defence
looking towards Zakai ~*~ Seems that it worked. . ~*~ She
messaged another faded message to Alan some thousands of miles
away. . .- Now - Then pushing a few more buttons, and return.
waiting comfirmation. She sat, impaitently, as if there were a a
way to sepped up the process. She sat, a good thirty seconds a
small eternity, as then the power half way across the world
dimmed and faultered. The generators hummed, as the computers
restarted and rufeused to pick up the power supply. She'd have a
15 minute window TOPS, Then she sat there silently, looking
towards her screen before shutting it off and sliding out of the
sphere-esque console. Glancing towards Zak saying ~*~ We must
wait. . . ~*~ Saying then in addition. ~*~ Go to the truck, after
you retrive the things you need most, they know where we are. ~*~
Glancing back to a dimly glowing screen that had irked her more
than anything. Someone that /knew/ her work . . . that well ?
Moving then quickly, and gathering a few more essentials, before
wandering towards the door. Looking towards the house, the
computers, and then towards Zak ~*~ I do not assume we should
have stayed as long as we have. . . ~*~ She then opened the door,
placing her sheilding on high, scanning the area for intruders,
and whomever else would be around. Not toally aware of the exact
procedures that took place in the base, knowing all electric
doors, computers, internal coms, and gates were off. Not knowing
how long they would be off, but knowing at least it gave a
chance. She glanced towards Zak again and saying ~*~ We've done
all we can. . . ~*~ Hope flooded her tone. . . and she waited for
a response ~*~
ZAKAI:
....it doesn't feel like nearly enough...*he leaves off his
attempts- feeling highly inadequate- and hurries to his room-
collecting his weapons...then Yvette's jacket. this is all he
needs...* how long before you think they send someone out here?
*staying with her- holding his few precious belongings.*
EI-QUE:
** She glanced towards Zak and simply said in her same washed out
tone, her skin prickling against the cold wind ** They should be
here as soon as the power is running, or sooner, anywhere from 30
seconds, to 15 minutes, depending. . . ** She wandered to the
truck, where she placed the last few items in the cab, the small
kittens that had now grown to cats. They curled up in a small
ball in the blanket. She leaned over and unlocked the door, and
turned the key. She sat there in silence. . .for a long moment.
It was easy, almost as if they had expected it, or were totally
unprepared. She had really expected more resistance. . . **
N.W.O.:
WILE: I got something. Got a small window they left
untouched, it's not enough to get us through, but give me a sec.
NULL: *Typing something quick on his keyboard, his face
rose in an enthusiastic smile* Hello, Ms.Raymond. *Just as the
note was written, the place seemed to shift. All the electronics
faded, went out, returned with an acknowlged beep, then shut once
again. The generator slowly hummed away and there was a 30 air of
dead silence*
WILE: Well that was new.
OMIT: *sip* Um, you think maybe we should have called for
some help? Pat? PAT?! *NULL just remained silent, but his teeth
almost seemed to glow from his grin*
VENIN:
*121..122.. she waits for something..anything, what she does not
know...but then it comes...the power flickers then dies and
immediately she is on her feet moving towards the door, one hand
cautiously stretched before her to determine if the field is
gone.....finding it gone she bolts through and turns towards the
only exit..the stairs....she knows there will be guards up along
the route, how many she doesn't know, all she knows is that she
has a chance ...a chance to escape.....she doesn't know what was
risked, or who exactally did it , but she cannot waste this
opportunity..hopefully the checkpoint guards are confused*
SHIFTER:
*She looks around her room as the power flickers. She hated the
dark. Never having experienced total darkness until the R.UN.ner
attack. Even then there had usually been some kind of lights
around. Only a few times had she been in total darkness. Nervous
she steps over to the door. Blinking, almost running into it when
it doesn't open*
Mettalic:
* he stops and looks around, as the power flickers...tha twas
odd, what was going on?*
ABYSS:
*He arrives at the gate as the lights go out. Crashing the barbed
wire with a pressure shot. Crumpleing the gate as though it were
no more than putty. The bike roars across the compound. The plan
had been simple, the farmhouse was the bait. They'd go after
Jessie and Zakai, leaving minimal defense in his path to get into
the HQ. It was a terrorism master plan. Something S.E.A.L.s were
good at. They were also good at getting killed.... But that
doesn't even enter his mind. He forms a huge pressure ball ahead
of him. Dropping the bike on its side as he flies through the air
at it. For a split second, he hangs in the air in the middle of a
pressure ball that would crush anyone else as though they were a
paper cup beneath the tread of a huge C.A.T. Then he allows for a
small hole in the side faceing the G.U.A.R.D. HQ wall, shooting
from it almost at the speed of sound. The only thing separateing
him and the deadly heat of the wind friction is yet another
barrier of pure solid pressure. The air itself heating in front
of him. He slams into the side of the G.U.A.R.D. HQ wall,
pressure and force blasting concrete and steel aside as though
they were tinker toys. He was in, landing on a softer cushion of
pressure as he makes his way down the halls of the G.U.A.R.D.
complex. Going off what he'd ben briefed by Jessie on the layout
of the compound. He pulls a tiny remote out of his suit, his own
form of distraction for those who were still here.... The dropped
bike out front simply Imploads, then exploads with so much force
that it blows enough layers of dirt away in the compound to reach
the outter armour of one of the underground levels. That should
take them running towards that commotion. Allowing him safe
passage thourgh this place. Useing the stairs seeing as the
elevators were offline. Floating down the medium area. He had to
get as far down as possible. And as fast as he could... He brings
his trusty sawed off into his hand. A weapon not meant to kill,
but to frighten the hell out of anyone who knows what it can do.*
METTALIC:
GOD DAMN IT! *he curses as the power actually goes out...this
wasn't supposed to hapen, its gotta be an attack* I knew this was
not going to be my day *He mutters softly under his breath as he
carefully walks up the pitch black hallway, one hand tracing his
path along the wall, all senses alert for any movement, any
sounds, a long bladed knife held before him in his hand* Knew I
should have grabbed my gun this morning
ZAKAI:
*he settles into the seat with her, eyes dull* so where do we go
from here...? *was there another safe haven? or wre they going to
become 'runners' in reality?*
SHIFTER:
*When the lights go totally out she jumps. Her fear of the dark
growing. Softly she whispers.* There is nothing to fear... *All
she wanted was to get to Pole. He wouldn't laugh at her fears. He
never laughed at her. Pushing hard at the door it doesn't budge..
She jumps again as she hears an explosion.* No!! *Her thoughts
immediatly go to the day of the attack on the U.S. HQ. When she
was lost. Frantic now she feels her way around the room to where
she has a few samples stashed. She wanted out of the room now!*
ROOKIE:
**He blinked as the power went out, throwing the base in a dark
pitch. He then heard the most errie sound, silence. Just as the
attack on the U.S. base. He watched the power try to come back,
try to accompish something it appereared it could not. He stood
then wandering towards the door, saying then ** Open. . ** Half
expeting it to have worked. His eyes narrowed as he called out **
All right Frank this isn't a funny joke. ** Half expecting his
friend to be looming in one of the dark corners. Instead silence
answered him. He heard a few more people slam on their doors, and
even a few manage to get through. . not doubting Tytan as one.
Though the doors were weapon proof someone with powers was able
to remove them. Hearing too people in the cafeteria just two
doors down in a collective gasp realise the doors didn't work. He
kneeled and found the manual release on his door. Pumping the
hydroclic door a few times. . and then wigglig his fingers
between the crack. He puleld with all his strength as he glanced
out to darkness. A few small lights, independant radios, and a
light form the Medi lab was emited fomr the hall. He called out
in a colective Chaos , more doors opening, and some very /very/
Unhappy GUARD removing themselves from their quarters. . .**
ABYSS:
*He pushes onward, floatingdown the median of the stairwell.
Shotgun covering every flat as he passes by. Doors slamming open
on the levels above him. He picks up his floating descent a
little. Hopeing that the GUARD were falling for the exploasion
ploy. Ater all, it had been what started the first assult. Though
there weren't people in the building -already- when the explosion
had happened. As far as Alan knows, he's go the complete element
of surprise. Hearing some movement below him. He poinst his
shotgun down. Geting ready to take himself a head off any GUARD
member that happens to be unfortunate enough to pass in front of
his crosshairs. Eyes ever alert. His other hnd readies a pressure
blast, something that in this confined space would mke short work
of GUARD employees.*
SHIFTER:
*Identifying the different samples by touch she finally chooses
the one she was looking. Placing it in her pocket she turns back
to the door. Her hand brushing against a flashlight as she does.
Gasping she graps the light before it can roll off the desk onto
the floor. Turning it on she feels much better. Shining it over
to the door she notices the manual release. Moving over she
starts to open the door. This time she would not be caught
helpless.*
ROOKIE:
** He wandered towards the stairwell, and to go towards the
generator. . when He then saw it first, the RUNner , a single
RUNner, and through the darkness his eyes were akeened to see a
shot-gun. The sole thing that tipped him off He then smiled as he
passed the corridor, people scrambling to help their comrades in
their rooms, get out. He instead with a burst of superhuman speed
bolted towards the one he saw. unsure who it was, still all too
new to the GUARD having only time to make one friend, and to
bearly taste his powers. . the atypical UNnatural abilities, and
the abitiy to move at blinding speeds. Though he had bearly even
learned how to control the power perfectly. Cloaked in darkness,
as he neared the bike, ading through the crowds of Hunters for
/his./ prize. He'd kill, capture the intruder, and become a hero.
Wearing nothing more than sweats and topless, he ran, bare feet
padding against the floor at lightning speed as he then caught up
to the RUNner, cocky, and brazen he called a simple, unwinded **
Hello
EI-QUE:
** She then backed out of the place, she had fixed Venin's truck
seeing they found the parts needed in her basment paranoid
center. She Then turned to look at Zakai for a long moment, and
then the road as she peeled the truck out of the drive way and
down the country road. She slowly said then ~*~ I am not sure.
Perhaps the lair, perhaps. . . we can return if they are as to
inept to find where it was. . though they knew who was hacking
their system . . the screen read - Hello Ms. Raymond. ~*~ She
said dully, she had hoped they wouldn't have traced the computers
or wires back to the farmhouse. It was her home. She slowly then
turned down another street, and another, keeping a light mental
contact, though that act was a bit straining now, over Alan. Him
too having a sudden and full mental sheild, perhaps the reason
for the strain . . . ~*~
VENIN:
*her accentuated senses easily picks up the sounds of the guards
a the first checkpoint....loudly arguing about wether they should
secure the prisoners, or secure the base.the beams of their
flashlights easily giving off their location....the stupid
oafs......she quietly slinks up behind them...normally she would
just pass by, do nothing, however weeks of being caged and gawked
at, prodded and poked..the mental anguish of her solitude, her
self examination, her confrontation with her past...all these add
up in rage, without a second thought she reaches up twisting and
breaking the neck of one before they realize what has
happened......the second, she merely renders unconcious....while
the third..by the time she was done with the second, he had
located her and had his gun leveled..she looks at him, a slightly
insane gleam to her eye, her tone mocking* You wouldn't shoot now
would you, you wouldn't shoot Scratchs daughter would you? *her
words make him hesitate a brief second, but that is all she
needs, she moves in, easily taking him out...her multitude of
exhausting workouts fully paying off as he slumps agains the
wall, unconcious and beaten*
METTALIC:
*He hears the explosion, feeling it through the soles of his feet
and throws himself against one of hte walls, expecting to feel
more....hearing no more forthcoming he continues up the hallway
ever alert for others....he groping hand indicates an adjoining
hallway and he turns down it, slowly,cautiously making his way
towards the command center..if anything was operating it would
be....he can hear the frantic noises from those trapped within
their rooms, but ignores them, and instead remains intent upon
his goal...every sense strainign to find out wahat was ahead,
before it surpirsed him*