WARPOLE:
*since Pole is shielded, the clones do very little to him but
annoy him. And they /are/ just clones. As they rush towards him,
he very casually raises his pole, hits the little red button, and
sends out a fan of lazerlight, shredding to anything organic, or
non, for that matter. That one exhausted, he looks for the other
two... he knows, from what BD had told him earlier /A million of
his clones/, that Mark was near, if not at, his limits. And
cyberhearing catches the wracking coughs in the boy's chest. Not
a good sign. He takes careful aim at one running towards BD and
this one is a little more mundane... with locked accuracy, he
uses an old-fashioned method... he uses a bullet, hydroshock,
hollowpoint .40 caliber, for the back of the head. For now, he
ignores the boy in the net. All this takes a fraction of time,
cyberspeed dizzying*
MYRIAD:
**Mark's clones fell like flies. Not a single one stood. He
watched feebly as his last attempt finally failed. He struggled,
again becoming electrocuted further. He laid incredibly still
until screaming then for what he was worth, making as much noise
as he could, for sheer benefit of his friend. ** Get away from
here now! ** He tried throwing things then towards the lugs, only
to get shocked again. He screamed and wailed, making as much
noise as he could muster, only to be silenced by Metalic's sonic
noises. They rolled over him, waving first at his clone. He
didn't notice that since the rest had already been killed and
vanished. He felt another wave and collapsed into the dirt, only
moving when the electrical current pulsed through him. **
MYRIAD:
** He fluttered in and out of unconciousness. He felt his body,
which was sore, inside and out pressed between a pincing net and
a hard ground. He spit dirt out of his mouth, blinking a few
times as he rest his head down again. Breathing heavily. Damned
net, it made his whole body feel lathargic. Just then is when it
happened. From somewhere near the Gravitron, and near the
tilt-a-whirl thundred, the clone that was convieniently forgotten
about. The one with Sonic's bike. The clone, smoke upon his lips,
and smirk upon his face. Shredding through the remaining people,
skidding directly behind Sonic, almost losing control of the bik.
He skidded, his right side being torn in the dirt. Extending one
arm reaching for Sonic. Mark, the real one could only grin. ** I
am soo damned awesome dude. . . unlike you pricks. ** Hopeing
Warpole, the human bus bench presser, the blonde steroid king,
and the Def Lepoard reject heard him. **
SONIC:
**Doing his best to pull himself up using the Mark as leverege,
he sits on one knee. His head throbbed and the world moved in
circles. Resting against the bike, he spyed around him for the
real Mark and a prayer to somehow get out alive. The Hunters seem
to be sick of the Runners and were looking for blood**
MYRIAD:
-=- He spun around as the clone zipped through with the bike
looking back at the real Mark, utterly confused. Approaching the
pair mounting the bike, with increasing speed. Only a few yards
away, it would be easy ground to cover. He leapt as Sonic used
the leverage of the bike, and Mark to prop himself up, towards
them. Uncanny skill, and dealy percision. -=-
METTALIC:
*He doesn't even pay attention to the bike coming up behind him
as he reaches over to grab the field to toss on the kid*GODDAMN
IT! *he curses as he is forced to roll away form the path of the
oncoming bike, seperating him from Sonic...he growls as he
watches the clone pick up the kid and lunges after the bike*
POLE:
*...The problem with taking on Mark was obvious, at least to
Pole. The punk bitch was toooo easy, way too easy, for Pole to
let go, and yet he has orders to keep the boy IN the field and
out of GUARD hands. This posed a serious problem, especially for
Pole's pride which simply could NOT allow a little jerfaced dweeb
with ////duplicating powers//// --oh heaven help us all, where IS
my submachine gun?-- to best him. There was just no way. Out of
the question. So... he had to improvise. Either way, the kid
would escape, but at least... oh geez, what to do? Pole weighs
the evils.. and acts* Awsome? Hardly. Pathetic, now that's closer
to the word. *Nonchalantly, Pole just leans against a tree,
obviously bored, obviously thinking this kid wasn't worth his
time. He just watches, relaxed, shields /down/ even, so
/intensely/ unafraid of this RUNner and his dweeby clone, that he
doesn't even think them threat enough to worry about in the
least* You ain't worth the time or the hassle. Go run home to
momma, boy. You ain't got the balls to play with the big boys
yet.
MYRIAD:
** Mark's clone nearly dragged Sonic onto the bike, and sped
towards himself, kicking a veil of fair ground dust and gravel
over Metallic and BD, who landed exactly where the bike was. Mark
himself blinked towards Warpole, his eyes still locked on the man
as his clone tried to gather him up. He watched him, still
buckling over, His clone soon vanished, Mark hardly holding onto
the handlebars, his gaze, of utter confusion and pain ripping
away from Warpole only after steering clear of the Steroid man
again. Clutching Sonic, tightly as it could with one hand, behind
him, as so he wouldn't fall off. He coughed slightly while saying
over the howling breeze, as they jetted from the scene. ** I
guess yer ridin' bitch now dude? ** And zoomed back to Spokane
area, but not the Lair, nah he wasn't that mentally inept. **
BLACKDAGGER:
-=-He landed with cat like percision, and blinked back towards
Warpole oh so very casually leaning against a tree, and held up
his hand quickly towards Metallic as for him not to advance, a
subtle movment. He gave chace a few paces, until the punks
rounded a corner and vanished. He blinked towards 'Pole, and
inclined his head, narrowed his brow. He never knew of Pole
acting in such a way. Slowly, a few people still scurrying about
distracted a few of his movments, he neared Pole. Asking then
lightly. -=- I assume there was a very good reason for your
actions, sir? -=- Praying it wasn't something petty like he was
still mad about the donut. -=-
WARPOLE:
*He'd probably hear it from Mettalic and especially BD for
letting the kids go, and while he wouldn't have let Sonic go...
was that one even on file?... he HAD to let the mole go. He sighs
as the kids speed away, chartering their general direction, and
glances back to MET and BD, standing straight, the netting which
had held Mark long since faded away... which the boy had noted,
of course* Report. Conditions?
BLACKDAGGER:
-=- He blinked again staring after the kids, and then at Pole's
question, and nodded slowly. -=- Shall I call Oops sir? I will
write the report in triplicate, -=- He glanced towards Metallic,
and then back towards Pole again, and the dust settling from the
kids who vanished. -=- I'll head back to base if that is okay
with you sir. . .
POLE:
*Pole blinks over at BD and nods to the question... there was a
good reason... but he doesn't answer. That should say enough for
the classification of the reason, and Pole breathes a silent
prayer of thanks that someone actually used /teamwork/... used a
conscious thought and caught Pole's actions. Far too often did
his teammates just blunder ahead without thinking* Yeah, thanks
for noticing.
METTALIC:
~Micheal stops dead in his tracks as James signals him to stop he
turns and angrily punches a wall* DAMN! *then turns towards
glaring Pole leaning casually on a tree, deliberately he stalks
over* What the fuck was that about?.....sir? *the last added as
an acknowledgement of Poles rank...even if it was beleated* Why
the hell didn't you stop those punks?
WARPOLE:
*Pole nods to BD* Yes, head back, write the report, take a
shower, whatever... *he smiles under his mask tho* Send in OOPS,
sure, though no one here will remember us anyway. Let's all head
back. Can't do much more damage here anyhow. Mettalic.. ass in
gear. You have a test to take. *then Pole connects with HQ,
commlinks to send him back home, with one last sentence hanging
in the air after James* ...You owe me a donut....
BLACKDAGGER:
-=- James simply nodded once at the thanks, and turned to
Metallic saying lightly. -=- Some training mission, sent the guy
back to base half way through. . . -=- he sighed, pulling his
hands through is long hair as he checked his equipment again,
knives and such., he looked at the dammage, and sighed, placing
his hair back into a pony tail. And vanished back to Base-=-
METTALIC:
*Still grumbling he merely nods at BD and pole....he was not
happy that this job had been botched...he might not do things the
way GUARD wants, but when he has a job to do he did it, and he
did it right.... First the screw up with the Runner escape at the
French base, and now this, he was on a streak here.....*goddamnit
*he continues to curse as he painfully flexes the hand he just
broke when he punched the wall and vanishes back to base*