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Highrise Showdown
Lauren Beckham:
"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.
Broadshield:
"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.
Tinder:
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.
Foxtrot:
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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