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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[theredstars.livejournal.com]

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]

"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."

[theredstars.livejournal.com]

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]

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.

[theredstars.livejournal.com]

She stops about three meters away and watches back. Eyes flicking down to the gun, but then back to Mel's face.

[slayer_fray]

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.

[theredstars.livejournal.com]

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.

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

The comm-link crackles slightly as Makita's voice comes through, "Makita here, everybody check in (http://runmakitarun.livejournal.com/7766.html)."