Into the storm

[runmakitarun]

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.

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[song_tra_bong]

"'M after the set heading north," she says, bolting out from behind her cover and working across the courtyard.

She thinks for a moment about asking for back-up, but figures they will when they've dealt with their own (prey) quarry.

Then, the thought gets pushed aside and it's time to think about fighting a man larger than her--about Achilles tendons and the abdominal aorta and the weight of the knives at her hips.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

There's a crackle of static, and then Goldy's voice can be heard over the airwaves again.

"For future reference, Hot Stuff, there are four M's on the team. Others may not be as familiar with your sexy tones as I am."

It's wry rather than chastising—apparently she feels a lot better now that her position isn't under attack. While it was, she couldn't get any more shots off, but her eye is back on the scope now, scanning the square for targets.

"G holding," she reports. "Tiger, I still see you and a sorceress. No clear shot though. Get her out in the open and I'll try and take care of those shields."

[theredstars.livejournal.com]

An ambush is utterly chaotic. Even the attackers, who know its coming, can't really keep track of everything that's going on. In the first few seconds a full half of the twelve-person Red strike team are hit. Against most opponents this would be enough to break the enemy, and the rest of the action would simply be mopping up the disorganized survivors. But these are some of the most elite troops the Reds have, and they respond immediately.

As Goldy looks on from her perch, Miho finds herself in the center of the plaza (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7114.html?thread=84938#t84938) facing down a furious sorceress and her bleeding guardsman.

After literally blowing off a guardsman's head, Mel finds herself heading east (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7114.html?thread=85194#t85194) after his sorceress.

Once Makita's found cover she looks up to see her own target sorceress running westward (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7114.html?thread=85706#t85706), so Makita leaps up and sprints in pursuit.

Mary Anne finds herself moving north (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7114.html?thread=86218#t86218) pursuing the only surviving sorceress-guardsman team to make it out of the ambush.

Krauser already prepared the south path (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7114.html?thread=89546#t89546) out of the plaza, after the explosion all he'll need to do is walk in and finish things.