Assault on City 17: Team Dunkirk
Sep. 7th, 2008 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The group of fighters tasked with getting civilians out of the line of fire opens on an unremarkable side door of a thoroughly unremarkable building. The walls here are largely grey brick, scribbled here and there with graffiti in a mingle of languages- English, Spanish, something that might be Russian or Ukrainian. A tattered poster of a white-bearded man in a business suit hangs limply from the wall next to a roll-up garage door.
Barney leans forward to rap swiftly on the smaller door, as there's no handle to open it from the outside. The first thing anyone sees of what lies beyond is the muzzle of a shotgun. Before any hostile reaction can happen, the wielder leans forward: a bald, bespectacled, lab-coated figure, blinking in the light of day. "Barney?" he says. "Alyx? My God, when did you get here? And who are these people?"
Barney leans forward to rap swiftly on the smaller door, as there's no handle to open it from the outside. The first thing anyone sees of what lies beyond is the muzzle of a shotgun. Before any hostile reaction can happen, the wielder leans forward: a bald, bespectacled, lab-coated figure, blinking in the light of day. "Barney?" he says. "Alyx? My God, when did you get here? And who are these people?"
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Date: 2008-09-21 07:29 pm (UTC)It's lucky that the tunnels are so dark. The blood from where the manhacks get past people's defenses hardly shows up.
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Date: 2008-09-24 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-24 08:40 pm (UTC)"Nice shooting, everyone," says the androgynous girl. "And thanks. We'd've been in a lot of trouble if it weren't for you." She holsters her gun. "Hey, Sonia? You okay over there?"
"Yeah, we're fine," calls Sonia's muffled voice, and "Everything operating in optimal condition!" chimes in Kleiner.
The big fellow nods. "This is as safe as it's going to get," he says. "We'll take it from here. White Forest, here we come."
And with that, they're gone.
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Date: 2008-09-25 04:03 am (UTC)D0G obligingly plants his butt on the concrete, and Alyx clambers up onto his back, settling into a set of hidden hand- and footholds. "C'mon, D0G, let's go find Gordon and Barney."
Bweep! says D0G, and they gallop away.