IC: Bleeding Edge Options

[last_of_the_grea...]

Answering the call, Mickey replies, "Affirmative. stimated Time of Arrival is <X> minutes."

He calls everyone to him, including the applicants and issues the command to arm and armour up.

"The Bleeding Edge needs the rest of us. Whoever among you has a vehicle, bring anyone who can fit with you to <X site>. Anything that's not an Edger is a target. Applicants, front and center!" He stands authoritively and looks each one in the eye, then continues. This is your first test. Get any wounded Edgers out of the field. Lou, you cover Raven and Gene. If you don't have a gun you tell me now and I'll make sure you have one for the fight. Allright, everyone, let's GO! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"

[Large Mike]

Fortunatly the grenade explodes far enough away from Blitz that he's just knocked around a bit. The bad news is that it doesn't really do much more than knock around any of the other gang either. They're almost all headed for the exit, directly towards Blitz. He easily bowls one over, landing on him like a pouncing jaguar, only to hear at least two shotguns cocked in the very close vicinity of his head.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Mickey directs the remaining Edgers like an air traffic controller...a rock of calm amid high stress. He follows them out of the new HQ and toward any vehicles that any of them own and hops on or into the back of whatever's available with his gun in hand. Anyone who sees him would think him a mere gunbunny from his silent calmness...it did not pay to be seen as the ranking officer in the field...that tended to lead to death by sniper!

Any that have no vehicle available are directed to run as fast as possible. The Recovery Team, as he has dubbed the applicants, are given last order of vehicle space...so likely they have to run. Off they go, speeding toward the battle site to aid their fellows!

[Digital Heroin]

Blitz had been breathing deep, feral breaths when the shotguns cocked. He grunts, taking a second to listen, gather his mind. Rational thought, however, just won't come to him.

`You go squish now...`

How that came to mind, he doesn't know, or even wonder, because he's already in motion. He drops forward and twists his body, trying to get some distance to work with. First guy that gets into his sights is gonna get a world of fist.

[Fresno Bob]

Nick limps back to behind Reptile and Sue, SPAS-22 in hand.

"I uh...think Blitz has it under control. I once saw him use a dwarf to beat a man to death...", he says.

"But lets get in there anyway and back him up.", he adds quickly, trying his best to hurry to the building. He really needed a new leg.

"Reptile, stay here. I don't want you to get hurt anymore than you already are."

[gobogen]

"Ok, boss. I'll keep a watch to the roof and to other people that might be coming around."

Reptile, with a lot effort goes up and walks with difficulty to the the building on the opposite side of the street. He sits down against the wall, and starts guarding the area, making sure to keep an eye at the roof, with his trusted AK-97 in hand.

[Large Mike]

The first shotgun goes down easy, like a cold beer after a long day's work. The first sign of movement causes second shotgun to pull the trigger, though. The shot is heard around the world.

[gobogen]

Gosh, I wonder what's happening up there... I didn't see any of us going there with a shotgun so that would mean that we're shot at. I hope it's not too bad.

[kevyn668]

"I got your six, boss," Sue says as he moves up slighlty behind and to the left of Nick. "We'll play clean real good."

[Large Mike]

The bullet makes it's way, propelled by expanding gases, down the barrel of the gun, picking up some spin as it does so. It sees daylight for only a moment before it encounters hard bone. Fighting its way through, the bullet finally emerges into liquid, and then some kind of soft substance that tears away in clumps, attaching pieces of itself onto the bullet. It hits the other side of the skull, shatters off a large piece, and sprays soft pink tissue everywhere before it plunges itself back into more tissue, this time a bit more solid. It hits bone one final time before lodging itself there.

[Large Mike]

Nick's phone rings.

[Digital Heroin]

All that Blitz had ever wanted out of life was to be better than his father; to live some noble existance. In his early death, he has lived out this desire on some level. For even if his death has served only to let the others live for another day, he has finally been the protector he longed to be.

And so, as the lead tears through his skull, one last though flashes in the trog's mind.

Told you asshole, I didn't wake up dead...

[Fresno Bob]

Nick cringes when he hears the gunshot.

I hope the poor Trog just copped another gut wound..., he thinks. He notices the shrill pitch of his phone, and takes it out. He flips it open and switches it off, making a note to call back whoever it was. His new SPAS-22 held up at ready, he nods to Sue.

"Let's see if we can't squirm our way out of this jam...", he says, racking the slide. He darts into the building as best he can, and when he notices the hole, he points it to Sue.

"Blitz is up there. Here, get up on the counter thing, and take a couple pops at whoever's got a gun.", Nick says, brushing some hair out of his face. He taps his pockets in a search for his smokes, and he finds his pack of Nails, now crumpled from numerous falls. He pulls out a bent cigarette and lights it, then returns the pack and his lighter to his pockets.

"Wait, mate. I got something.", Nick says. He reaches into one of his inside pockets and takes out a Flash-Pak. He activates it and throws it up the hole.

"Now, go up."

[Large Mike]

The view on top reveals three disoriented people, two of which seems to be so simply because they can't see, and three more dead people, including a the body of a headless troll in familiar clothes. It'll probably be a few minutes before they even realize you're here, much less do anything about it.

[Fresno Bob]

Nick calls out "Try to nail one alive! We'll take a hostage!"

[last_of_the_grea...]

...Mickey and the rest of the gang run...and run...and run...

[kevyn668]

Sue vaults over the counter and triggers a burst over the gangers' heads.

"Get on the ground! GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!! NOW!! PUT HANDS ON YOUR FUCKING HEADS!! DO IT NOW OR YOU WON'T HAVE A FUCKING HEAD!!"

Then he levels the Spaz at the nearest goon. "At this range, bub, there won' even be enough of ya left to sop up with a sponge. So, go 'head. Make yer move, punk"

[Fresno Bob]

Nick leans back against a wall, and finishes off his smoke.

Sounds like he's doing a good job up there., he thinks.

He spits the cigarette filter onto the ground and stomps it out.

[Grey]

Ricks comes climbing up the stairs, his short legs taking longer to get to the top, "How things goin' up there?"

[Large Mike]

Finally, nearly collapsing in an exhausted heap upon arrival, Mickey and crew get there. Little Raven seems to be in fairly good shape after all the running, but someone pukes nonetheless.

[last_of_the_grea...]

Gathering his breath as best he can, Mickey leans over, hands resting on his knees, breathing hard. Fragging city blocks! Who decided they should be so big?

"Allright...<pant pant>...I'm here...<pant pant>..." He looks like he's about to say something again, but stops and breathes some more. "...situation report...<pant>...someone."

He stands up straight again, looking left to right, his gun in his hand. He gestures to the applicants, sending them on their errand with a wave. Aw, man, whoever puked was gonna be in for it! What a gawdawful smell!

[gobogen]

On the other side of the street, in a sitting position, Reptile was still guarding the area, AK-97 in hand. With some effort, he yelled to Mickey, pointing the building on the other side of the road: "HEY MICKEY, OVER HERE! WATCH OUT FOR THE ROOF OF THIS BUILDING!"

[kevyn668]

Sue's eyes survay the scene as the punks get on the ground. His vision drifts across the near headless Troll corpse...wearing the colors of the Bleeding Edge and still holding a chain in one lifeless hand.

Sue swallows hard. "Nick...ya'll better get up here....Bring something to tie up these guys," he says flatly.

[Fresno Bob]

Nick slings the SPAS over his shoulder, and hops one legged up to grab onto the edge of the hole. He begins hoisting himself up with a groan, mentally noting to do more pull-ups when he trains.

With a little help from Sue, he finds himself on the rooftop, SPAS in hand once again, staring at the lower jaw portion and blood pool that remained of Blitz's head with hard eyes.

"Which one of you motherfuckers did this?", he asks calmy, turning his head to look at the gangers.

He turns his head to Sue.

"Get Mickey up here. See if he has some rope."

Then he turns back to the prisoners.

"Who did this?"

[Large Mike]

One of the gangers, a young woman with white hair and a ring of tattoos around her right eye, which is just now beginning to focus again, raises her hand. The danger of this action has obviously not occured to her. Either that, or she's some kinda stupid.