Makita (
runmakitarun) wrote2007-08-06 05:32 am
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Into the storm
As the last of the team files through the door Makita closes it firmly behind herself and leads the way over to the window. Down in the square below twelve people move purposefully through the snow.
The six women are mostly unremarkable. One stands out as being exceptionally tall, one is short enough to almost look like a child, and hair of various colors and lenghts and styles can be seen escaping from their warm hats. The six men, however, stand out. The smallest is six and a half feet tall and looks to weigh at least 270 pounds. All twelve of them move with the smooth grace of practiced killers.
Makita doesn't bother whispering as she points them out, "See how they move in pairs? Each sorceress has her Guardsman a few paces behind her. You can see that even in a group they're thinking in twos. When we hit them, I want us to concentrate on splitting as many pairs as we can. They operate much less efficiently when their teams are broken up."
"There's another square like this a few blocks down. If they're headed of our HQ, then they'll have to go through it. If we move fast we can get there first and set up." She shoulders her rifle and looks at her team again, "Let's keep it fast and quiet."
So saying, Makita leads the way out the door, heading toward the rear fire escape for the building.
The six women are mostly unremarkable. One stands out as being exceptionally tall, one is short enough to almost look like a child, and hair of various colors and lenghts and styles can be seen escaping from their warm hats. The six men, however, stand out. The smallest is six and a half feet tall and looks to weigh at least 270 pounds. All twelve of them move with the smooth grace of practiced killers.
Makita doesn't bother whispering as she points them out, "See how they move in pairs? Each sorceress has her Guardsman a few paces behind her. You can see that even in a group they're thinking in twos. When we hit them, I want us to concentrate on splitting as many pairs as we can. They operate much less efficiently when their teams are broken up."
"There's another square like this a few blocks down. If they're headed of our HQ, then they'll have to go through it. If we move fast we can get there first and set up." She shoulders her rifle and looks at her team again, "Let's keep it fast and quiet."
So saying, Makita leads the way out the door, heading toward the rear fire escape for the building.
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"You're human," she offers by way of sulky explanation.
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Someone with lesser reflexes would be vulnerable.
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But her finger hesitates on the trigger as if she's not really sure she wants the other woman dead.
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"I could knock you out, but you'd die in the cold."
Nevertheless, her jacket-free hand rests on her ray gun.
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"What? You think the Gorkas are taking prisoners now?"
She has no use for a disabled witch.
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Mel's backpack managed to get tangled up in her jacket, but she shrugs it off on its own now, reaching in and pulling out a round of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (with the crusts cut off) and a thermos painted with animated series Catwoman.
These get thrown to the witch.
"You're on your own. Prove you're worth it."
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Now she actually draws her gun, pointing it down, but watching the witch.
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The look she gives the witch is almost apologetic.
Then she shoots upwards, and back towards the west.
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