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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 19:15:03 GMT -5
He should have been scanning the floors. He felt the tripwire before he saw it, and only then when it was already broken.
He dove for the ground just as spring loaded grenade shot up to about the height of his chest and exploded.
Malcom felt shrapnel in his back, and grunted in pain, but when the smoke cleared, was able to rise to his feet, although more damaged than before.
OOC: keep in mind you've taken some pretty good hits. we don't have a "Damage" system, but it is possible for your character to die if things get really bad and are ignored. For now just keep it in mind as you describe what you are capable of doing.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 19:44:37 GMT -5
OOC: I did say he was scanning the floor in my post, but it's cool. I know firsthand how hard it is to spot a well placed tripwire even in daylight. I'll keep the injuries in mind.
Malcolm got to his feet once more, cursing himself for missing the tripwire in his haste. He gritted his teeth at the pain of the shrapnel imbedded in his back, but was confident that the combination of his new armor and reinforced spine had prevented any life threatening damage. It was the wounds to his neck and face that really worried the merc, the blood still coming out at a steady pace. He kept trudging along down his chosen path, careful where he stepped.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 19:51:16 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, for reasons I can't explain, I thought it said ceiling not floor.
Malcom reached the corner, where it turned right, and opened up into a larger room, covered in a brass wire cage. Inside there was a little girl, standing still in the middle of the room, with a soft blue light coming from eyepads over her eyes.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 20:03:43 GMT -5
Relief at finding the girl was quickly replaced by caution, as Malcolm checked the corners and surveyed the room for his attacker, any traps, and an exit.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 20:07:40 GMT -5
There was a round slightly cocked iron circle to the left of the girl... a sewer grate maybe? Malcom wasn't sure. He was shaken out of his reverie by a series of gunshots aimed at him, from behind an overturned bed.
"Who sent you?" the gruff voice asked, "Mafia? Yakuza? One of those Corporate gangsters? Why don't you leave the poor girl alone?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 20:13:33 GMT -5
Malcolm whirled and fired three shots in quick succession into the makeshift cover, thankful for the large caliber rounds.
"You gave up your chance to talk this out at the door bub." he said, taking a step forward with each shot.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 20:22:52 GMT -5
"You don't have any idea what you are talking about," the voice replied. Something clanged not far from Malcom's position.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 20:28:55 GMT -5
Hearing the clang, Malcolm dove to the right, firing his last two shots as he did so. As he hit the ground, he dropped the revolver and began transforming his arm. Moe's voice came back to him and he wondered once more how big a moose was exactly.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 20:31:43 GMT -5
Even as Malcom's hand began its transformation, he heard the other guy moaning in pain. The girl did not move, even as the shots flew around her.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 20:39:16 GMT -5
Malcolm stood, the barrels now rotating rapidly, and looked around for whatever had caused the clanging noise. His assumption had been that it was a grenade. He made his way around the side of the bed to his wounded foe, ready to let lead fly at the slightest provocation. His back was on fire from the shrapnel earlier.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 20:46:33 GMT -5
There was indeed a grenade at his feet. A dud. Lucky.
There was a groan, and than an gun shot.
When Malcom reached the over turned cover, he saw a giant of a man, covered dermal armor, and scars. He was bleeding from two shot to the chest, and one through the temple. A vidphone was in his other hand.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 21:06:25 GMT -5
Malcolm gingerly stepped around the dud grenade to get a look at the beast of a man. He took a moment to admire the dead man's impressive cyberware implants before crushing the phone under a steel toed boot.
He made his way over to the girl and picked her up in the crook of his unaugmented arm, returning his revolver to its holster and arm to its normal state as he did so. He decided to ignore the sewer grate, opting to return the way he had come. No telling what was waiting for him down there.
"Time to go 'darlin" he said as reassuringly as he could manage, though the girl seemed unphased.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 10, 2012 21:10:52 GMT -5
OOC: Negative, you are misunderstanding. He shot himself in before you came around, not after.
The girl did not reply to anything Malcom said as he carried her back towards the exit.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 10, 2012 21:34:40 GMT -5
OOC: My bad, should have caught that. Edited.
As Malcolm got back out onto street level, he took his phone from his pocket and dialed his employers.
"On the way with the package. Have a doc waiting and a hefty bonus for not providing me the intel that I was waltzing into an unmitigated shitstorm."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 11, 2012 23:29:14 GMT -5
"Frag your bonus," the voice replied, "Just don't bring that bitch here." the voice on the other end said. "Situation has changed. Hold on to her, lay low, I'll call you when things straighten out, and we'll settle up."
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Hope you all are well and happy.