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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #90 on: April 10, 2016, 08:50:10 am »
Out of the corner of his eye, Broadshield sees what he can only assume is Yankee dashing towards him. Broadshield manages to turn his gun towards him and fire a single shot before the gun is shot out of his hands, and a searing pain in his hind leg. Broadshield topples to the ground, the bolt passing clean through his leg, thankfully at the edge of his leg, and not getting any bone. But that didn't stop it from hurting like hell. "AHHH F***!" he cries out, before he blacks out for a second. When he opens his eyes, he sees Yankee over Foxtrot trying to kill him, Tinder doing whatever she can to stop Yankee, and that he is a few feet (metres, rocks, whatever goddamned measurement system Equestria uses) behind all of them. At that moment he remembers he still has a pistol on him. Shakily, he grabs out his pistol, takes aim at Yankee's spine and fires a few shots, some aimed at Yankee's head, others aimed at Yankee's spine, whether any of them will actually hit Yankee is all up to Lady Luck, once again.
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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #91 on: April 10, 2016, 08:37:46 pm »
Yankee grits his teeth as he's tackled off by Tinder, "Damn you guys are a pain in the ass!" He rolls over and pins the mare to the ground, unaware of the rounds flying towards him. Loud pops are heard as the Director is hit several times in the back. None are fatal, but the volley has definitely taken its toll. Yankee drops to the side, unable to move from the crippling numbness of his injuries. Blood spurts out of his mouth as he coughs, the unicorn taking deep breaths as he looks up into the sky. In the corner of his eye, he spots Foxtrot getting up, the pain visible on his face. A smile cracks onto Yankee's face, "I see you brought the right company. Well played agent, checkmate."
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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #92 on: April 10, 2016, 08:38:46 pm »
Foxtrot steps over to Tinder, picking her up from the ground. "Thanks Tinder, you saved my ass." Not responding to the Director's words, he nods to her hoofcuffs before trudging over to Broadshield, "Cuff him, he's done." Heading over to the pegasi, the agent plucks out his blue bandages, "Don't worry, you'll make it." As he sits him up, Foxtrot begins to apply the wraps, "Thanks for not hitting me this time." the unicorn chuckles.
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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #93 on: April 10, 2016, 09:00:21 pm »
Tinder nods a few times, the pain from her own injury starting to show more on her face. She makes it over to Yankee and grins at him before putting the hoof cuffs on him and watching him disappear. She wipes some of the blood off that was dripping, doing her best to hide that she's injured at all.

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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #94 on: April 10, 2016, 09:49:43 pm »
Connor looked up as he saw Tinder cuff Yankee. He sighed.
"Dammit. Okay let's get out of here."

The Pavelow rounded the building and lined it's ramp on the edge of the building as a few more SEALs in flight suits and helmets rush out to help the injured Walter onto the large chopper. Connor kept his SAW out to make sure no one out of the remaining group tries anything against them. Soon came Lauren with help, lifting the two injured blackhawk pilots on board.

"Sir what about them?" The crew member pointed at Fox.
"They weren't the ones we were after. Leave them." Connor responded as he trotted onto the ramp as well.


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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #95 on: April 10, 2016, 09:53:21 pm »
"Alright that's everything." Lauren checked the hawk one more time. "Fire in the hole." She and another crew member from the pavelow threw a few charges inside the hawk as it erupted in flames.

Morgan was hooked around Lauren's back as she limped towards the chopper. She stopped moving all the sudden as she noticed Tinder, feeling that she hit her best friend for absolutely no reason at this point.

"C'mon let's go!" Another SEAL shouted from inside, but Morgan kept looking.

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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #96 on: April 11, 2016, 10:06:34 am »
Broadshield watches Foxtrot patch him up. The wraps are working like a treat, the searing pain in his leg now at horrible-beating pain. "Yeah, good thing I didn't get you again. You'd be dead" he says, chuckling. He then looks over to where the SEALs are heading off, without the other two Directors. Getting up, he walks slowly towards them, no weapons on him and making a gesture to show he was unarmed. "Why? What the hell was the point in you interfering with us and what happened today? Was it for money? Information? This wasn't any of your business anyway? So why did you feel like you needed to take part?" He calls out to them over the wind. He had too many questions in his head. But one thing at a time. Questions, then the other Directors, then mission over.
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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #97 on: April 11, 2016, 10:01:51 pm »
As Broadshield trots over to the SEALs, the agent wastes little time heading downstairs to apprehend the remaining Directors; the unicorn pulls out the last two cuffs in his jacket, a sense of relief creeping into his mind. Returning to the conference room, Foxtrot makes a beeline to Juliet; after the sound of two clicks a bright flash of light goes off, one last Director to go. As he makes his way to the Bravo, his ear catches a feint beeping a short distance away. The mere sound spikes up his nerves, 'Oh no, please no...' Frantically running, Foxtrot finds a source, a small laptop wedged under a chair and a piece of ceiling, "Ah ****..." Reaching over, he pulls away the chair and reaches under the concrete, moments later he scrapes the laptop underneath to freedom and pries it open. His eyes widen when he sees the message.

Checkmate Protocol in Progress
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Foxtrot drops the laptop and sprints over to the hole in the ceiling, inhaling as hard as he can. "EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Not even bothering to see if they heard, the agent sprints towards the inventory closet; sweat trickling down his neck as he scrambles to find a much needed item. Suddenly the beeping stops, replaced by the loud rumbling sparsely heard but definitely felt by anyone on or in the building. The howls of the winds silence to the bellow of the churning metal far below as the building violently lurches forward.
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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #98 on: April 12, 2016, 12:10:52 am »
Tinder looks up as she wipes the blood off, glad that the injury is staying hiden. She spots Morgan in the distance, sighing a bit as she stares at her. She gives a little wave and yells, "I'm sorry!" The wave causes her to wince a bit from the pain starting to appear, she had been ignoring it well till now. Though, when she hears Fox yell, she has no trouble obeying. Running to the opening and looking for the easiest way out, looking back at Broad and smirking, "You can fly us down!"

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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #99 on: April 12, 2016, 08:14:41 am »
The AH-6 Littlebird soars over the Manehatten skyline over to the AO. Their mission? To extract Commander Broadshield and several injured 'civilians' from the building. The pilots were in a rush to get to the AO, considering they were only informed 5 minutes ago, and every second counted. "Command Actual this is Condor 1-3. We are ETA 1 minute from the AO, prepare for extraction. Respond." one of the pilots speaks into the radio only to be met by silence. "Command Actual this is Condor 1-3. We are 1 minute from the AO, prepare for extraction. Please Respond." the pilot says once again only to be met by silence. "Nothing, you think something's wrong?" the pilot asks the co-pilot. "I wouldn't know, we're pilots, not field operatives. We won't know until we get there." he says. Not too much longer, they see the target building. "Wait, is that a Pavelow? Who the hell has a Pavelow?" the co-pilot asks. "Not us, that's for sure" he says before grabbing his radio. "Command Actual this is Condor 1-3. We are at the AO. Is the Pavelow friendly? Over." the pilot asks as the Littlebird makes a few rounds around the building before making its way to the edge of the skyscraper, allowing enough space for passengers to get on. Soon, both pilots hear the churning of metal below them, then watch in horror as the building begins to lurch forward. "OH CRAP! Commander! Get out of there NOW! We can't hold this position for long!" the pilot says into the radio.

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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #100 on: April 12, 2016, 05:18:34 pm »
"You don't don't know anything about us and it will stay that way." Laure responded to Broad to keep him at a distance. She then turned to Morgan looked around before feeling a bit of a rumble.

"Let's go Morgan!" Lauren pushed her more towards the pavelow. Morgan just reached out for Tinder almost with tears of regret in her eyes as she was handed off in the pavelow. It quickly rose in altitude to get far away from the building. With the ramp still down, the team looks one last time before it slowly begins to shut.

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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #101 on: April 13, 2016, 03:41:02 am »
"Damn it..." is all Broadshield can say as he watches the Pavelow fly away. 'Its got to be them. The training, the weapons, its got to be the-' his train of thought is interrupted by the sight of the Littlebird coming for landing. Soon he feels the building lurch forward. "Holy f***! We have to get out of here!" he cries out. Before he can run for Foxtrot he feels the building violently lurch forward once again. "I'm sorry Fox..." he says quietly before grabbing Tinder and getting her onto Littlebird. As the helicopter begins to go up, he grabs his radio and opens up all channels. "ALL UNITS, THE TOWER IS GOING DOWN! I WANT EVERYONE, I REPEAT EVERYONE AT LEAST 300 METERS AWAY FROM THE BUILDING, THE BUILDING IS GOING DOWN!!! I REPEAT, BUILDING IS GOING DOWN!!!" he yells into his radio. What responded was dozens of voices in chaos evacuating the area. At that moment the roof begins to go down, it isn't long until the rest of the building goes down with it, along with Bravo and Foxtrot. "Pilot, keep the helicopter near the building, I'm not leaving Fox behind, and thats an order!" he says to the pilot. "But- Yessir!" the pilot responds as they continue their way around the slowly collapsing building, looking for Fox.
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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #102 on: April 13, 2016, 11:45:26 am »
Tinder yelps a bit as she taken onto the Little bird, the sudden movement causing her wound to start hurting more. She sits there and stares out at the building, being careful not to let her wound show as she moves a bit to try to see more. "He's going to be okay, right?" She glances over at Broadshield as she says this, a bit of fear showing in her eyes.

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Re: Highrise Showdown
« Reply #103 on: April 13, 2016, 12:32:55 pm »
As soon as Foxtrot finds another glider pack under some debris, it slips from his hooves as the building begins to lean forward. The lights flicker and explode as the current is cut off; furniture, concrete, and metal begin sliding out of the room into the bay below. The agent sprints towards Bravo, the Director himself barely moving. Passing the pack again, the unicorn scoops it up and slings it over his shoulders; cuffs in hoof skids to a stop next to the pegasus. He only manages to get one on when the skyscraper begins to collapse; the structure falling forward halfway. The Director and agent are flung out of the conference room, hundreds of meters in the air; Foxtrot's heart beats erratically, his vision and hearing blurring as his adrenaline kick in full throttle. Finding Bravo too far to secure the other cuff, Foxtrot yanks the chord on his pack; a pair of canvas wings spring out, catching the high winds and violently cutting the unicorn's momentum, and lack of oxygen, by a drastic amount. Tucking his body in he tackles Bravo and clicks on the last cuff, securing the final Director. As he pops out of sight, Foxtrot looks over to see that the building right over him. In a roar that echoes throughout the entire city, a storm of dust swallows the immediate area, the fog of confusion worsening with the lack of visibility. Any cars in the area buzz and honk as their alarms erupt from the seismic vibration. As the dust settle and waves calm, the carcass of what's left of the building now shows. Twisted beams of metal, concrete, wires and stone all litter the area, dotted by small flames throughout. Further out into the bay, a small splash breaks from the water. Foxtrot gasps for air as his pack's inflation device activates, a blessing of The 26's no expense spared policy. Disorientated and losing consciousness, the unicorn looks over his shoulder as his breathing regulates  to find the destruction that was left behind. The sudden sound of creaking wood ahead of him draws his attention forward; out of the smog of soot in the air, a small boat coasts within sight. It's crimson sails are marked as Saddle Arabian, bringing the unicorn to grin as a familiar face shows up. Before he can do anything else though, his body gives out from exhaustion, Foxtrot blacking out as he floats in the water.
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