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Post by Anei and Hokori on Aug 26, 2009 20:36:53 GMT -5
Hostages. Great. And with them pinned in cover against a prepared opponent with no chance to assault them from ambush. A teleporter would be really convient right now. She was half-tempted to shout 'Go ahead! Shoot the hostages! All the more incentive for us to remove your limbs from your torso one-by-one when we do catch you.'
But she didn't. That was the VEIL in her speaking, and after Rachel's... outburst, there would be enough questions.
"Sir? Your orders?" the older twin asked Wakemen, crouched in cover with her weapon at ready.
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Sept 1, 2009 19:43:43 GMT -5
Wakeman grimaced. "This is the HRT's job. If we charge in we're just going to get the hostages killed. Unless the two of you have some kind of... hostage-rescue... vision."
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 1, 2009 20:27:55 GMT -5
Meanwhile on the docks, Palmer tried to make himself useful, something not exactly easy with his coworkers all over the place. He scouts out an officer he doesn't recognize himself, and walks up.
"You there, Officer... Juneau." He reads it off the officer's name tag. "Could you get me a radio and a sitrep?"
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Post by The Emergency Services on Sept 1, 2009 20:48:28 GMT -5
Officer Mike Juneau gives the man a once-over. The outfit he was wearing certainly didn't inspire confidence, to his eye--if if weren't for the high-tech rig on his head he'd look like something out of the Old West. But that visor wasn't the sort of thing your everyday crook or pirate would be wearing, right?
After a beat, he gives the man a slow nod. "Sure, buddy. Just a second." At that, he makes his way back through the slowly gathering crowd to his patrol car, grabbing the portable radio. Returning to the dock's edge and his mysterious companion, he fires up the radio and tunes in. "HQ, this is Officer Juneau, Car 311. I'm at the bayfront and requesting a sit-rep on the hostage situation."
The response takes only a moment. "Officer Juneau, most of the pirates are reported disabled; however, at least one is still standing, and has taken hostages on the ship's bridge. Things are looking pretty dicey, officer. You're advised to stay put, let the experts handle this."
Juneau shrugs, handing the portable over to the man next to him. "Well, there you have it, buddy. For whatever it's worth."
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 1, 2009 21:25:23 GMT -5
"Thanks a bunch - Officer."
Now I just have to get onto the ship... Palmer 'borrows' one of the powerboats at the dock and pilots it up to the hijacked cargo ship, teleporting aboard as he pulls up alongside it. Hearing no gunfire and seeing only downed mercenaries, he makes his way to the bridge, looking for an entry point...
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Sept 2, 2009 13:12:37 GMT -5
Wakeman was still in cover behind one of the containers when he spotted movement along the starboard side. He instinctively raised his gun, before recognizing that the figure was unarmed and wearing...
Oh, god.
"You!" he shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 2, 2009 13:41:28 GMT -5
Palmer responds by revealing his sidearm, the standard MCPD-issued gun.
"I'm a good guy, really. I heard there was a hostage situation, up there," he glances up at the bridge. "I could help with that if you allow me."
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Sept 2, 2009 15:00:58 GMT -5
"You with the MCPD?" Wakeman asked, "I didn't get word they were sending anyone. Let me see your badge."
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Sept 2, 2009 23:07:23 GMT -5
Having been infiltrating through cover so as to get closer to Wakeman's position, Rachel caught sight of Palmer and had to supress a quick, nervous giggle. A super hero. Heh. Exactly what they needed. Someone too scared of their potential to express it openly. This ought to make things *world's smoother* if Wakeman's reaction to liscensed Supers was unfavorable as it was.
"It might be worth hearing him out, Sir," she volunteered into the conversation, sixth sense bugging her about something as she studied him, "Anyone who dresses that flamboiantly is eiether insane or very capable."
"Possibly both," Arella finished over the radio into the SWORD radio channel transmitting into their ear pieces, ready to cover her sibling's flank.
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Sept 3, 2009 20:58:10 GMT -5
Wakeman wheeled around and turned his glare on the twins. "This is a hostage situation," he shouted, "it's a very fucking delicate thing. The last thing we need is some idiot to run in there and get a dozen innocent people killed!"
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 3, 2009 23:58:12 GMT -5
"I'm... not with the MCPD, exactly." Palmer eyes the familiar White twins, managing to get out a "Nice to meet you."
"Yes, agents, I'm aware that this is a hostage situation. That's why I'm here actually; I think I can help. I can get in there easy, if you guys have a plan." He pauses, awaiting a reaction from the agents.
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Sept 8, 2009 17:20:29 GMT -5
"You think you can help," Wakeman said in the tone of voice used by every man before him whose otherwise simple task had been interrupted by the sudden appearance of an idiot hoping to help, "You're wrong. We're professionals, this is our job. Fancy heroics by morons like you just get people killed. Get the fuck out of here."
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 8, 2009 20:00:57 GMT -5
Palmer, growing tired of some high-and-mighty FBI agent, makes up his mind.
"Agent, I'm going in there whether you like it or not. You all can wait half an hour for your SWAT team, or..." He looks up at the makeshift-fortified bridge, but comes up short for plans. "...I dunno. Serve up a distraction or something."
He draws his weapon and teleports in, without any warning. Definitely a very stupid idea, but damn, it felt good to talk down to 'the boss'...
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Sept 8, 2009 21:50:48 GMT -5
Oooch. That had to sting. Identical looks of sympathy flashed across the twin's faces at the dressing down, transmuting to 'oh craps' of surprise when the vaguely-familar man vanished into thin air and presumably into the bridge.
Rachel cursed and readied her pistol, hugging the cover, body language clearly expecting *something* to happen.
"Sir? Orders?" the younger twin asked urgently, rifle at ready, muscles tensed for action now that this... insecure psycho had gone and set the situation off.
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Post by The Rubber Baron on Sept 8, 2009 22:06:16 GMT -5
Palmer appears behind the mercenary perched in front of the boarded window. His attention was very narrowly focused out on the ship deck, and the staircase within easy view. The bridge was separated into two rooms, the rear room with the window view on the stairway and deck, and around the corner was another room, presumably where the hostages were.
Hearing Palmer's footsteps, the man at the window directs an unlooking question at him. "What's our ETA?"
From the other room a voice responds, "You say someding?" in a louder voice, having barely made out what his team leader had said. Surprised that his man's voice was coming from the other room instead of right behind him, he starts to turn around.
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 9, 2009 15:13:04 GMT -5
Palmer, instinctively figuring he's about to get discovered, takes about half a second to get info on his surroundings: at least 2 perps, military-grade weaponry, the rough layout of the bridge, and that the hostages were out of sight - likely in another room.
He then opens fire at the sentry in front of him - one, two, three shots - while remaining on guard for the mercenaries' reactions.
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Post by The Rubber Baron on Sept 9, 2009 22:06:46 GMT -5
All three shots hit the man center mass, dropping him to the floor painfully.
"Da fuck?" comes the second voice around the corner. The man comes around the corner in his own tactical armor, a carbine assault rifle readied.
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 9, 2009 23:33:08 GMT -5
Yep, definitely pressing my luck here.
Palmer teleports out through the boarded-up window, onto the staircase, and nearly loses his footing. He manages to grab on to the handrail, and lies face up on the stairs for a moment, before getting up again.
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Sept 10, 2009 1:13:43 GMT -5
When Palmer disappeared, Wakeman blinked disbelievingly. It took him a handful of seconds to deduce what had just happened.
The shooting from the bridge helped.
"Son of a bitch!" he shouted, before charging across the deck and up the stairs. He was halfway up when Palmer appeared in front of him, nearly tripping him up.
After catching himself, he gave Palmer a stern, angry glare and asked, in a very impatient tone, "What. The fuck. Did you do?"
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Sept 10, 2009 2:02:34 GMT -5
Taking Wakeman's advance as an order to charge in and keep the situation from getting worse, Arella shifted her rifle to her back and sprinted for the bridge, leaping up at the barracaded window at the last second and jamming her fingertips into the metal as a crude handhold, feet bracing. Her other hand grabbed and ripped away a respectable portion of the barracaded window and frame, the younger twin exhaling at the large expenditure of TK energy.
Rachel followed in the wake of her sibling's assault, tapping her sixth sense to hurl her body through the hole Arella had made, and tumbled into position in the bridge, raising her pistol even as she recovered from the impact. Stupid amauteur civilian Super... She'd been shot at enough for one day, and if she could remember what was so familar about the idiotic little...
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Post by Daniel Palmer on Sept 10, 2009 13:41:43 GMT -5
Trying not to awe too much at the twins' seemingly practiced routine, Palmer gives Wakeman some intel.
"At least two perps in there, probably not more than five. Hostages are in the back room, door to the left. ...I took out the stairs sentry, I think." 'Which is why you can stand here talking to me,' He continues the train of thought, but doesn't say it out loud.
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Post by The Rubber Baron on Sept 11, 2009 14:16:08 GMT -5
The standing mercenary blinks a moment as the barricade is torn free and Rachel rolls in. He scrambles to switch the safety off of his rifle and opens with a quick burst at her.
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Sept 11, 2009 15:17:10 GMT -5
Rachel pushes herself into a series of defensive manuvers, mind bleeding along the edge of probability as her body jinked and rolled backward from the shooter, lips quirked darkly at what she Saw coming.
Arella swung herself into the chamber after dropping the barracade to the deck below as the gunfire opened up, landed in a crouch, and let loose one, two, pistol shots at the skull of the mercenary attacking her sister. This was almost unfair, but she wasn't complaining.
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Post by The Rubber Baron on Sept 28, 2009 17:13:49 GMT -5
Blood splatters and the mercenary begins to fall just as the second mercenary, just getting over being winded from the bullets Palmer had put into the armor in his chist, fired a few shots with his pistol at the newly arriving sister.
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Oct 3, 2009 23:20:44 GMT -5
"What part of 'hostage situation' do you not fucking understand?" Wakeman shouted, before seeing the twins dive into the bridge.
"Oh, son of a..." he muttered, before charging up the stairs behind them.
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Oct 5, 2009 23:31:57 GMT -5
(Woot to action.)
Arella was off and dodging before the man even pulls the trigger, sweating a little as her TK reserves begin to recharge, effectively retreating away from the door as she avoids the incoming fire with the ease of long-practise and just enough precognitive help to ensure her reflexes do the trick. Fair enough, she'd be the anvil right now...
...And Rachel would be the hammer, darting in from the man's blindside with a punch-punch-uppercut of unrestrained hammerblow TK-strikes, still splattered with blood from the last soldier she had cut loose on, eyes narrowed and angry as she focused on downing this threat *now* before he could hurt the hostages that Palmer's little stunt had threatened.
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Post by The Rubber Baron on Oct 16, 2009 15:50:36 GMT -5
The mercenary proved no obstacle, and within the blink of an eye, Rachel was standing over the unconcious body of now predominately purple man. A few lines of blood cross the front of Rachel's uniform, likely splattered from the man's nose and mouth as a telekinetically powered fist smashed into them, shattering most of the bones of his face. The hostages secure, all that was left now were the soldiers that were still hiding out among the containers and below deck. Police didn't have time to start filing onto the ship to deal with them though, before the air patrols caught something approaching quickly. "Sir, something is coming at us fast," the officer next to Petterson announces. He points it out on the water. It was only about a mile away - at it's current speed it would get there in a little over a minute. When prompted to identify what it is, the man stammers, gripping the binoculars tightly. "It's uh... a tank sir."
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Post by Agent Erik Pettersson on Oct 16, 2009 22:01:50 GMT -5
"What are you on about? It's..."
Pettersson quickly hopped to the other side of the heli, poked the rifle through the door and looked at the object through his scope.
"By God, it is a tank. A tank boat. Get the Air National Guard and the Navy on the radio. We need more firepower."
He scrambled back to the other side. "How's the fuel?"
"I got three minutes and just enough to get back, sir."
"Okay", Pettersson said and looked down at the ship, "get as low close to the front deck as you can so I can jump off." He patched through to Wakeman. "Wakefield, be advised, there's an unidentified gunboat coming in on us fast. They might try to scuttle the ship."
We need an exit strategy if that happens, he thought as the deck of the freighter grew larger and larger.
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Post by Agent Lloyd Wakeman on Oct 17, 2009 12:16:09 GMT -5
"Gunboat?" Wakeman shouted incredulously, "Where the hell'd they get a fucking gunboat?"
He shook his head and turned to the twins. "Get the hostages back onto the patrol boat now. We've got heavy incoming."
Attempting to help some of the hostages to their feet, he tapped his headset again. "And it's Wakeman!"
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Oct 17, 2009 14:52:31 GMT -5
"Yes, Sir," the twins chorused in reply, professionally and quickly freeing the hostages, green eyes serious, Rachel ignoring the fact that most of the hostages were slightly offput by a pettite young woman covered in someone else's blood.
Arella started herding the mobile hostages down the bridge and towards the side of the ship. Heavies incoming? Given what happened at the first boat they had boarded... Hurry hurry, and worry about the after-action reports later. "Ready, Rachel?" she asked as the most of the hostages made it down the stairs, hopefully covered by the helicopter.
"Just a... second," the older sister chimed, coming out with an unconscious hostage flung over her shoulders, not bothered by the weight but his bulk making her balance somewhat precarious, "Couldn't revive him."
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