Assault on City 17: Team Destroy

[acts_of_gord]

The group of Milliways patrons earmarked for the pincer movement is ushered into City 17 without much ceremony. The streets here are cobbled, the buildings grey with age; the handful of cars in the street are old, old things, worn down with time and lack of care. They have the look of machines that were abandoned where their owners fell. This was a residential part of town, once. That was before the Combine- before the black thing on the horizon existed. In the distance it rises, visible down the eastward-facing streets: a tower of such immense size that its top pierces the low-lying clouds.

"Hey," calls a human voice- a Hispanic-looking woman, young of face but old of eye and attitude. She's dressed in dark blue and black, partially bulked up by the body armor of a fallen Civil Protection metrocop, and she carries a submachine gun. "Didn't see you guys show up. Are you part of the diversionary force?"

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[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle looks around for a moment before the young woman gets her attention. "Yes, we're part of the diversionary force. Is there anywhere in particular that we should be headed?"

As she speaks Annabelle is keeping an eye out for Combine. Its going to be a really bad day for any Combine carrying useful equipment.

[cutting_edgex23]

X stays silent, green eyes flicking from the Milliways team to the new woman to objects in the immediate vicinity and back again.

She scents the air, as well, getting an idea of the lay of the land.

And the location of anything alive and moving in their vicinity.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan does much the same, with the added bonus of flicking the safety off his current weapon of choice (the semi-auto rifle) and putting some distance between himself and the fourth member of their group.

It is going to be a long day.

"How heavy is the fighting so far?"

[smelltheashes]

"Oh, it's pretty nasty, but nothing we haven't held up under for the past five or six days," says the woman. "We're looking to draw out three or four Striders from the perimeter around the Citadel, though, so it's gonna get ugly really quickly."

[md_donighal]

"I can do ugly," says the man Ryan stepped away from. "I can definitely do ugly."

[cutting_edgex23]

X's attention snaps to the woman.

"They will respond to the destruction of ground troops?"

Beat.

"Or there are pre-selected targets?"

[smelltheashes]

"The more soldiers you can take down, the better," the woman says. "Striders usually don't get sent out unless they've got a really good reason, like one of the Scanners picking up a whole lot of dead Overwatch, or a pitched battle with Elites."

[aeons_crackshot]

"I can take out soldiers readily enough, so long as they're human enough to die from a shot between the eyes.

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am good at killing."

Beat.

"We should go. It is better to be moving."

Stationary targets are easy to dispose of. And they are wasting time.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle nods and checks to make sure the shotgun is ready to fire.

"Yes, let's go."

[smelltheashes]

"I like the way you think," the woman says to Annabelle with a smile. "All right, everybody. My name's Dora Marquez, and we've got us some Combine two streets up ahead. Vamanos!"

(The Combine smell like something not quite human- like men with salt water where blood ought to be, overlaid with the whiff of electronics and gunfire. And they are, indeed, very near.)

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle grins, "Lead on Ms. Marquez."

It's a bad day to be Combine. As soon as Annabelle can get a clear shot, she's aiming to hit as many Combine between the eyes as possible.
There's a reason her nickname was Crackshot.


Hopefully she'll be able to grab some body armor from the Combine as she's the least bullet resistant member of the team.

[cutting_edgex23]

It does not take X long to break ranks. She works best alone.

There is no need to compensate for teammates, then.

X goes for what 'high' ground she can find. Or make. Adamantium claws are useful for carving out foot- and hand-holds.

And after a little observation she will most likely launch herself straight down into a group of Combine soldiers. Unless there are too many. Then she will use her gun.

[smelltheashes]

High ground, not so much. City 17 is fairly flat. High buildings, on the other hand... well.

The soldiers are traveling in knots of three or four at a time. There are at least two squads headed into the tenement buildings that line the local streets, and another out in the open, escorted by a floating, beeping thing that Gordon's data sheets identified as Scanners.

Given the nature of this crowd, that's likely to change very, very soon.

[aeons_crackshot]

I was made for war.

Annabelle has missed this, the last few weeks. Weapons are her art and her calling, an art that can only really be properly performed on a battlefield.

She opens fire on the Combine with a kind of savage joy. One shot, one kill is what she's aiming for in this dance of death. She'll have to start dodging when they figure out who's firing on them, of course.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan can sympathize. He's tucked down behind cover himself, firing in three round bursts.

He's going for the Scanner first. After that, the soldiers are fair game.

[cutting_edgex23]

X, on the other hand, is going directly for the soldiers accompanied by said Scanner.

The faster the main force becomes aware of them, the faster they will send support.

And since that is the goal--

snikt

She takes the first soldier in the stomach, flipping out a kick to take out a second one's knee. If that kick also slices up a gun (or two)--

That was part of her plan. Insofar as she has one beyond 'cause mayhem' that is.

[smelltheashes]

The Scanner explodes in a shower of thousands of sparks and pieces of metal.

"Hijo de puta!" Dora exclaims as she crouches down behind the remains of some long-forgotten Volkswagen. "Are those claws?"

It's sort of a rhetorical question. Somehow it's doubtful whether she could hear an answer over her own gunfire. And that of the soldiers; they start shouting to one another in croaking, half-mechanized voices even as they fan out, trying desperately to get away from the force of nature that's materialized in their midst, adamantium and all. Not that their maneuvers do them much good, as they've got Ryan's fire to evade, and Annabelle's-

Ooh. Ow. There goes the first mask; that's a headshot kill, all right. Ryan's bullets are finding plenty of targets, too, but Combine body armor's fairly tough stuff, so they're not going down as fast. The cleverer ones of the bunch are making use of rubble or shattering street-level windows to give themselves safe vantage points to fire back from.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is impressed both by X's skill and the claws. Ryan's doing well too, for that matter.

Annabelle is still aiming for head shots to get around the problem of thick body armor. There will be more Combine getting shotgun pellets in the face.

Cover complicates things. Annabelle keeps part of her attention on looking for ways to either remove the cover or use it against the Combine. A lot of her attention is, of course, on moving between bits of cover herself.

A nice, large piece of architecture that could be shot loose to fall on hiding Combine would be nice...

[cutting_edgex23]

Meanwhile X begins cutting a path from out of the midst of things, flinching on the occasion that bullets make contact, but doing her best not to favor her wounded arms.

Or legs.

She'll heal. It does not take very long.

Now if she can just get into position--

She brought along a few grenades--3 or 4 at most--courtesy of her trip to Santo several months ago.

And if there is a group of soldiers behind cover that feel like they are very safe--

They should probably be disabused of that notion.

[acts_of_gord]

It takes some looking to find it, but there's an appropriately placed building with a fire escape sticking out of the front. The bottom three floors' worth of steel were removed some time ago, as the Combine cares very little for fire safety and more for avoiding civil unrest, but there's still plenty of metal far enough above street level that no one who actually wanted to survive would bother trying to jump off it. A few good shots would be all it would take to bring that lot down.

As far as the groups who've taken shelter in the nearby buildings... well. The trouble with smashing windows to get in is that you can't un-smash them to keep things out. And walls tend to concentrate explosions marvellously.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle grins as she sees the fire escape. Well placed shots are her specialty, after all.

Three very precise shots ring out and quite a lot of metal is heading towards some Combine.

Annabelle grins savagely, "NOW WHO'S DEAD BY ARCHITECTURE!"

That exclamation probably makes no sense out of context.

[smelltheashes]

It gets an odd look from Sonia, that's for sure.

The Combine, for what it's worth, are still human enough to yell "SHI-"

Oops. Were human enough. That's gonna leave a mark, all right.

[aeons_crackshot]

Speaking of NPCs the Resistance members, are there any that need a hand right now?

Annabelle is keeping an eye out for more architecture to use on the Combine, or grenades. Grenades would be nice.

Annabelle dodges gunfire from the Combine by rolling behind a rusted out hulk of a VW bug as bullets zip by where her torso had been moments before.

[cutting_edgex23]

X didn't flinch back from the explosion, and she only spared half a second to make sure no one's moving.

It is better to be thorough.

She hits the ground hard, dropping beneath a sudden rush of gunfire and buying herself a moment to scan the area.

There's got to be another few entrenched groups she can dig out.

Literally, if necessary. Adamantium is very useful.