runmakitarun: (someone gonna die)
Makita ([personal profile] 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.
slayer_fray: (bad mood)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel glares at her, then stands, sliding her switchblade home into her wrist sheath.

"You're human," she offers by way of sulky explanation.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-04 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
This isn't much of an explanation, at least judging by the look on the sorceress' face. She's not even sure whether she should stand up, or just keep lying on the ground where she is. The snow is still falling, and she's beginning to shiver.
slayer_fray: (over shoulder)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
For that, Mel doesn't care. She has her back to the sorceress now, heading over to the remains of her jacket, on the way to her skate rug.

Someone with lesser reflexes would be vulnerable.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-04 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Nearly a decade in the fleet has hardened the young woman on the ground, so when an enemy turns her back, the sorceress responds automatically. She reaches for her sidearm and carefully aims at Mel's back.

But her finger hesitates on the trigger as if she's not really sure she wants the other woman dead.
slayer_fray: (looking back)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel glances over her shoulder as she picks up her jacket, and shakes her head.

"I could knock you out, but you'd die in the cold."

Nevertheless, her jacket-free hand rests on her ray gun.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-04 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
This statement is considered, and the sorceress lowers her pistol. Mel did, after all, just kill her guardsman and disable her in less than five minutes. She stands up, holsters the pistol, and begins trudging toward Mel, eyes curious.
slayer_fray: (alert)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel shrugs her jacket on, because even with the gaping hole, she needs the warmth. The skaterug is her next target, but she glances at the sorceress like one might regard a dog that won't stop following. Then she jerks her head north, away from both the Red's initial target and the rendezvous point for her own party.

"What? You think the Gorkas are taking prisoners now?"

She has no use for a disabled witch.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Since she can't speak, the sorceress can't really tell Mel that as far as she knows this situation hasn't ever come up. Neither side takes prisoners, really. She keeps walking toward Mel, looking half-angry and half-hopeful. She needs somewhere to go, the Reds won't have much use for her either.
slayer_fray: (yeah right)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, for..."

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."

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-04 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman catches the sandwiches, but shakes her head again and continues walking toward Mel, clearly intent on figuring out where she's going. Maybe the sorceress will try to kill her again, maybe not. She doesn't look as if she really knows.
slayer_fray: (huh?)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel shakes her head again, and fishes out her skaterug from the snow. It's shaken out, laid flatm and she hops on to it.

Now she actually draws her gun, pointing it down, but watching the witch.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-04 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She stops about three meters away and watches back. Eyes flicking down to the gun, but then back to Mel's face.
slayer_fray: (listening)

[personal profile] slayer_fray 2007-09-04 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Mel shifts her weight on the board, which rises a few feet, showing its responsiveness.

The look she gives the witch is almost apologetic.

Then she shoots upwards, and back towards the west.

[identity profile] theredstars.livejournal.com 2007-09-05 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
There's no way the sorceress can follow now, but her eyes stare at the spot in the sky where Mel disappeared. After long, cold, silent minutes they harden. Sergei had been her guardsman for over a decade, since the Academy. Sorceress-Major Reyvenne made a silent vow: one day she was going to find the woman with the dyed hair, and kill her.

[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-09-23 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
The comm-link crackles slightly as Makita's voice comes through, "Makita here, everybody check in (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7766.html)."