shorterpass | man your battle stations, we'll have you dead pretty soon

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man your battle stations, we'll have you dead pretty soon

[Panic had run straight through his core when he knew someone had found their safe house. It'd been the best one yet, they had managed to stay there for months now, but it really was too good to last. They still had so much to find and clean up, he wasn't ready. He grabs his bag, the one he kept packed for if they had to run fast, and made for the door but stopped just outside.

It was them. It was the Six, they'd found him and Callaghan. He's not sure how, Callaghan's mods to his collar had jammed their trackers so... It must be something else they used. But if they're here then they could help. They could take over this mess, and he could go home.

Maybe.

Tadashi's throat's gone dry with the dirt and dust kicked up from their landing and scuffle with Callaghan off to the side and he stands watching, swallowing the lump in his throat. Callaghan, that's right, he-- He'd done so much to get them out, he couldn't let the guy just be taken back to prison, he'd be killed from the inside --

He makes a run towards the group, waving and trying to call out but any sound he makes drowned by the shouting.]

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[this...

this does't make any sense. Callaghan's body language suggests bafflement; he doesn't seem able to understand that. and really, he can't; how can Hiro craft him this, spend all this time and effort, and not have some sort of safeguard?]

...you do have a GPS tracker on this, right?

[that's not necessarily a matter of reigning in. that's just- that's common sense. at least more common sense than having a way to shut him down...]

[ He rolls his shoulders, head tilting to one side. A masked eyeroll. What does Callaghan think he is, stupid? ]

Of course. Every suit I make has one. Same with everyone else on the team.

[CONSIDERING YOU DON'T HAVE THAT /LEASH/ FOR HIM, POSSIBLY.

but he can only make that attempt at rubbing his head again, get blocked by the helmet, and then settle for a vague dismissive gesture]

...Just making sure you hadn't lost your head.

[he doesn't understand why Hiro is trusting him this far, but...maybe he doesn't. maybe he's just not telling him. maybe, maybe...

...maybe he just needs to put that aside and focus on the task at hand. this is going to be a long night.]

[ It suuuure is. One waits for a moment to see if Callaghan has anything else to say, then he turns to start walking again. If that's all. ]

Focus, professor. I've been doing this longer than you.

[it's mostly all, but then One speaks again. 'Yurei' can only do his own eyeroll at that, and speak after another moment;]

Not this. I think I may have the advantage here.

[ A soft huff. Almost a laugh, made strange by the modulator. ]

Fine. Let's get this over with.

[ It's not much farther to the first base of operations, anyway. ]

[get it over with. whether Yokai or now, well, Yurei, Callaghan hasn't ever enjoyed this sort of thing. there's been the rush of adrenaline, perhaps a satisfaction of a job done, but he's never been the sort to draw things out unless wasting time is part of the plan. here, though, he displays to Hiro one of his own changes over these two years;

how coldly, utterly efficient he can be. it began to show in those original fights against the masked man, but now-now he's all but silent, not a single word more than necessary slipping from his lips. when he does speak, it's three or less at a time; he's more poised to watch, listen, and then strike.

and not a single motion is wasted.

Yokai forced his way to one of Yama's top men. he demanded rank, and fought to keep it, eliminating any threats that would have made his life difficult- one way or another. he did his best to arrange things so that he wasn't out in the field very often, but when he was, he cultivated a reputation for ruthless expertise, and it's not hard to bring that back in to play.

the first kill is easy- they never see him coming. he asks if One wants them to be displayed as a warning, then moves on. the second's a bit harder, but his blood's warmed up, and the fight is quick.

it's moving for the third of the night that he hits a hitch. crouched in some rafters, staring down at a group of men gambling amongst the crates...this is going to be tricky, and he tilts his head as he considers strategy.]

Edited 2015-05-10 00:01 (UTC)

[ It's kind of terrifying, if Hiro's being honest with himself; he has a split second of doubt, seeing what he's wrought. It's a different man killing these thugs, different from the man who helped them clean out the rest of the mafia's tech. And now there's no doubt in Hiro's mind that he's guilty for the deaths of these men. He was the one who set Yurei on them.

He nods his assent to Callaghan's question - moves on. Pays no attention to the blood already staining his boots. He keeps up with Cal easily, not striking a blow but - he's close. In case Yurei needs backup from One. And so that the last thing these bastards see is his cold, hard mask. When he feels his resolve wavering, he mentally queues up an image of what he saw in those tapes. His brother, head being thrust down and forward to -

They deserve it. They completely deserve it.

And now they've hit a hitch: a group of men, not all of them guilty. Hiro refuses to kill anyone who didn't touch his brother. That's his line and he won't cross it. Quietly, over their comm: ]

You get the target, I'll take the other four. Kill him in front of the others. We'll leave the rest tied up.

[Callaghan found it disgusting- and more so how numb he let himself get to it. Tadashi had an excuse - it was coping - but him...there's always the whisper of how he should have fought more, he should have done more, he shouldn't have ever considered it...

...

he may be taking too much personal satisfaction in this. but he doesn't let it interfere. where Hiro finds the blood repulsive, he finds it almost baptizing, mixing with the own stained upon his and perhaps not making him cleansome absolution. some sort of peace.

and something is always better than nothing.

he tilts his head the other way of acknowledgement of the ~~order~~ ~~command~~ direction, then nods, moving 'up' in to a crouch. but only so that he can move a bit more along the rafters, getting in to position to then pull out some thin line. it's strong, more than capable of supporting his weight, and he secures it along the supports before looking back up towards One.

he holds up three fingers, then brings one down. then the next.

and then drops, a soft whirring the only warning- and it's just enough to catch the attention of one of the men, who just manages to yelp in surprise as Yurei lands on the shoulders of his target with a sickening thwack.

even with the line to control his fall, it's a bit harder than he expected, but it goes without saying that he's better off than the one underneath him]

[ Probably an immediate broken spine, if not a broken neck; he could be dead already. Hiro doesn't let himself think about it too hard. He gave the ~~order~~ ~~command~~ direction, so now he has to live with it.

He drops down behind the other, the springs in his exosuit - lighter than his full suit, but still built to cushion a fall - take the brunt of the force. And then, before the rest of the group has recovered, he snaps out his arm. The circuits on his suite glow a faint red as electricity pulses from the battery on the back, through to the glove and into his target. He drops like a stone. The next one is turning, but Hiro's already moving with a second charge. He drops too.

That leaves ... two more, who are moving to fight now that the initial shock is wearing off. The first one gets a vicious kick in the knees - there's the distinct sound of his kneecap shattering - while the other one gets behind One. An arm goes around his neck as he gets hauled back hard. Ugh. His circuits flare up again, but it's going to take a moment to build up the charge. ]

[whether or not the man is dead, Yurei plans to be sure; a flick of the wrist, and a knife has shot out in to hand. he moves in for the kill, hoisting the body before himself like a shield and dragging blade harshly across the neck.

more blood. a quick death, if he isn't already dead, but it's more than he deserves either way. Yurei sees the two fall, and immediately sights the other two as remaining targets- he tosses the twitching mass of man at the one writhing on the ground, then spins for the last, too slow-

-another flick of the wrist, and the knife ejects from his grip. the HUD assists with aiming, but it's a bit bigger than the ones he's used to throwing. even so, One's armor should protect him if his aim is off...

...he thinks.]

[ It's relatively thin compared to his usual armor, but enough to turn a blade. Good thing too, because it definitely nicks his shoulderplates on its way into the thug's shoulder. He cries out in pain and loosens his grip on One - who's fully charged up now, so he turns and knocks him out as well. The circuits hiss with heat from having been used three times in short succession; he won't be able to knock out the fourth guy. But honestly that won't be an issue. He's already cowering and pain and fear.

One steps over the unconscious bodies, towards the kneecapped thug. ]

Make a sound and you're dead.

[ And then, turning back towards Yurei. Rolls his shoulder where the armor now sports a large scratch. ]

Nice shot.

[considering he was aiming for the man's face, Yurei can't help the twinge of disappointment. but mission complete, and he casts a brief look towards the man struggling with the body before moving to retrieve the blade. by the time One speaks, he's cleaned it on the unconsciousness form, and is looking from armored figure to whimpering mess with what could be curiously.

and then he points the blade at the survivor. the message is clear; him, too?

what's not clear is how much of that is for show, and how much of him is caught up in his own persona.]

[ He shakes his head subtly. A twinge of concern; he's having trouble telling the mask from the man right now too. But he'll let this one slide, for now. ]

Move on.

[ And then he pauses, looking down at the lone conscious thug. ]

We'll come back later. If we have to.

[it's hard to tell anything from him at the moment. whether he's relieved or disappointed, frustrated or calm - sensors in his suit would read that his heartrate is, of course, elevated. there's still the adrenaline flowing through, but even if signs are up, they're steady; his breathing hasn't altered from in-four-out-four since the first kill.

but Yurei does pull back the knife, sliding it back in to its armor slot without another look to their survivor. survivors; he's only so used to leaving those, even after being on the run with Tadashi. innocents...

guilty by association.

but he moves to take position by Hiro's side - his right hand, so to speak - finally speaking a pair of words;] Where now?

[ Innocent of the crime being punished tonight, anyway. They could be complicit, but Hiro won't take that chance. If he didn't see them specifically, then they survive the night. Period.

He stalks forward quickly, towards the next building in the compound. By now, the alarm has probably been raised a well; they're going to meet more resistance from here on out. Fine by him. They can still keep the element of surprise if they're clever. ]

Forward. Five left - probably together. We'll have to be fast.

[he can do fast. retrieving the line is, thankfully, designed to be easy- it unhooks itself at the push of a button and is retracting back in to him with enough force to knock his arm back - he could probably use it as a lash, if necessary. but for now he's moving just a step behind One, still breathing steadily-if-quickly.

he could clean this all out, could clear it within the half hour, leave none alive

behind the mask, Robert licks his upper lip.]

Avoid or confront?

[the element of surprise can be used two ways, of course. and he doesn't know about One, but he's certainly got some fight left in him...]

[ It's a salient question. He's sure that if they confront, then someone else might end up dead. But - but if they're all in a group and they're all guilty, then ... He tilts his head to one side for a moment, thinking. ]

Confront if they're targets. Otherwise avoid.

[again, no sign of (dis)approval, not even a grunt of acknowledgement- but there seems to be a subtle shift that signifies he's heard. or maybe there isn't, maybe it's nothing at all...

maybe it's him speeding up when he heads shouting ahead, automatically moving to take point. the knife is back out, his motions purposeful and dramatic- and anyone turning the corner and coming in to view would be greeted by what is no doubt an imposing sight.

let it never be said that Yokai/Yurei/Callaghan dismisses the idea of a good first impression - especially not if it's meant to terrify.]

[ It certainly makes an impression of some kind on this pair of thugs The group flinches back for a critical moment - enough for One to swoop behind and taser the first one. Down he goes. But the other one pulls out a gun. Pauses for a critical moment, not sure which of the two opponents to shoot. ]

[Yurei doesn't wait to give the man a chance to pick a target- he's on him in an instant, swiping with his blade. the now-freaking-out thug manages to stumble back with a shriek, grabbing on to his bleeding hand, and somehow avoids the next swipe- but Yurei still doesn't give him a chance to recover, managing to press him against the wall, and then move in for what is unmistakably a killing stroke.

apparently, he only has one setting; lethal.]

Edited 2015-05-10 01:47 (UTC)

[ No. That man isn't on their list - he might not be innocent, but he's not guilty of this particular crime. Hiro's voice hisses over their comms instantly in a warning. Not loud enough to be heard outside their helms. ]

Yurei, stop.

[what was going to be a knife to the gut barely turns in to a deep cut along the side; the man would scream, if Yurei's hand hadn't automatically moved over his mouth. as it is, he makes a muffled sound of pain, tears welling up in his eyes as his own hands fly weakly to the armored wrist holding him against the wall. one can imagine his thoughts; some variation of oh god, oh god, no doubt.

as for Yurei? he's still, shoulders hunched, not looking anywhere near One- but he's still. and tense, the rhythm of his breathing quickening to an arrhythmic pattern, heartbeat spiking as he awaits another command.]

Edited 2015-05-10 01:56 (UTC)

[ That's still a little more damaging than One would like; he kneels next to the thug for a moment and sprays a quick burst of wound-sealing foam into the cut. Still hurts like hell, but the dude won't die for sure now. Then he whirls on Yurei, getting directly into his face. ]

What would Abigail think?

[that enough for Yurei to...well, maybe not quite flinch away, but he pushes some distance between himself and the thug- who goes ahead and drops looking pale ad as though he'd like to pass out, now, wound sealant or no sealant.

Yurei's flexing his hands, breathing still ragged, all the signs of a lost calm but he can't react now, he's still on- he can't-

he squares his shoulders, abruptly, taking a single shaky breath, and just like that- it's back on. visibly, at least, though everything inside is still, well...]

Out.

[his voice is even flatter than before, if possible. but they need to get out of here, he needs to get out and away before he loses any more of

anything, really.]

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