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| III. Let It Whip | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 20 2012, 11:27 AM (6,090 Views) | |
| Kayla | Aug 1 2012, 05:27 PM Post #301 |
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Jack walked to the metallic door. It was unlocked. He stepped inside. He stopped and listened for footsteps. He heard no one. He took a flashlight out of his pocket and shined it down the cement steps where he stood. He started walking down, ever so quietly. Even so, his steps echoed throughout the cement stairwell. He arrived at the bottom to a closed door. Unlocked, thankfully. He stepped through. He looked around. There were faint lights inside, and moonlight shone through high windows. He stood on a high metal, railed walkway (with tiny holes in the floor that could be seen through) that winded around the side of the large room in which he stood. He saw metal stairs across the room that led to another metal walkway, which in turn lead down to the bottommost area, where he saw closed metallic vats on a cement floor. So apparently they stored a large amount of the stuff inside the building. The canisters of that stuff were stored in another part, which could be reached on the same level he was on. He saw doors on the sides of the wall on this level. According to the blueprints, there were hallways behind each of the doors that led to labs. Offices were on the lower levels. The canisters of chemicals were stored somewhere near the labs. He stepped up, trying to remember which door he needed to take. He hoped he didn't encounter any locked doors. The leader had the codes. The first door he took was open. He walked into a deserted hallway and closed the door behind him. He took out the blueprint he'd kept and shined the flashlight on it. It seemed he'd taken the correct door after all. He continued walking. Finding no one else, he returned to the roof. "The security guys must be asleep. I didn't see anyone. It's safe," he told the other two. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 1 2012, 05:30 PM Post #302 |
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Aron nodded. "Go and get the van. Give us a few minutes then drive the van around. Meet us at the exit, we'll need all the hands we can get." |
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| Kayla | Aug 1 2012, 05:37 PM Post #303 |
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Jack nodded. "So I just wait in the van while you get the stuff? What if a security guy comes up?" He frowned. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 1 2012, 05:40 PM Post #304 |
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Aron looked at him as though it was obvious. "Take them down." He looked to Jamal. A quizical eyebrow. 'You ready?' |
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| Kayla | Aug 1 2012, 05:43 PM Post #305 |
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Jamal nodded in reply to Aron. "Ready to get this over with." He held the gun in his hand. Jack stared. He realized he literally meant kill them. Just kill them. When he'd walked into that building with the gun, he didn't intend on using it unless absolutely necessary. If he'd come across a security guard, he hoped he could knock the man or woman out. But murder? Was it worth it? It had to be. Feeling worse about this than ever, he made his way back to the ladder and climbed down. He walked back to where the van was parked and got in. He cranked the engine, hands shaking, and drove slowly back to the building. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 1 2012, 05:48 PM Post #306 |
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Aron lead Jamal through the building, he'd memorised the lay out. They met no-one. Aron was getting worried. It shouldn't be so quiet. He tried to ignore his nerves as he Lead Jamal to the containers containing what they needed. |
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| Kayla | Aug 1 2012, 05:59 PM Post #307 |
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The containers were kept on metal shelves in a room full of the stuff. It had been locked but the codes allowed them to enter. They needed only one canister of the stuff, whatever it was, and whatever it was for. Both of which were none of their business. Jack didn't care. He just wanted to get the job done. It was bad enough that Jane knew he was basically a criminal now. But if she knew he was working for the V-Squad, her main enemy...could she ever forgive him? Would she, even now? He parked in front of the building, close to the entrance. They would not be able to escape from the roof while holding the container, so they would need to take the front entrance. Hopefully it was not heavily guarded at this time. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 1 2012, 06:02 PM Post #308 |
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Aron grabbed a cpntainer, working together they made thier way to the main entrance. Hopefully thier luck would hold out completely. |
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| Kayla | Aug 1 2012, 06:28 PM Post #309 |
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And that's when the light of a flashlight seemed to shine from nowhere and a voice from behind them called out, "HALT!" |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 2 2012, 12:15 AM Post #310 |
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"Run." Aron said turning and shooting blindly whilst trying to still move the container. |
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| Kayla | Aug 2 2012, 03:04 PM Post #311 |
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Jamal broke into a run. He shot over his shoulder at the security guard, missing each time. More footsteps and shouting could be heard from behind them as they raced on. There were multiple guards pursuing them. The sound of several gunshots sounded. Suddenly he stumbled as red blossomed on his back and he fell face-first to the floor, badly injured or dead. Hearing the shots, Jack jumped out of the van. He stood there, frozen, his gun out and ready. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 2 2012, 03:15 PM Post #312 |
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Aron kept running, bounty abandonoed and shooting blindly behind him. He ran towards Jack. "For fuck's sake. Shoot!" He ordered. He caught up to Jack he fired two last shots before one landed right in his shoulder. He dropped his gun with a yell of agony. Another shot rang out, Aron fell to the floor. Blood pooling around his head. A deep husky voice spoke from behind Jack. "Do you surrender?" |
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| Kayla | Aug 2 2012, 03:35 PM Post #313 |
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Jack froze. Then he began running in terror, not even looking back. He started fleeing down the street, past buildings. He glanced back over his shoulder, sure that he saw something black against the sky. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 2 2012, 03:42 PM Post #314 |
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The roof tops above did in deep keep flashing black. Every so often what little moon there was would dissappear for a moment. A figure cloithed in black finally dropped from a roof top in front of Jack. He wore a sort of plastic armoured suit with a rubber mask with ears. He had a long flowing cape and a belt with a array of shiny wepons and tools. "Do you surrender?" |
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| Kayla | Aug 2 2012, 03:51 PM Post #315 |
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"You," Jack said, eyes widened. He'd only heard of this figure in the news. Everyone in Gotham had heard of him. The caped crusader (was he even human?) who likened himself to a bat, seemingly coming out of nowhere and taking on the criminals of the city. But many believed that he was dangerous. That he was out to rule or terrify the city. Some claimed that he attacked innocent people. Citizens were warned to stay as far away as possible from the Dark Knight. "Stay back!" Jack pointed the gun at him. "I'll shoot!" He turned and started running again, bent only on getting as far away as possible as fast as possible. The security guards came out of the building and started pointing their guns at the bat-like figure now, making futile attempts to get him to surrender or they would shoot. Jack ran down the street, heart racing. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 2 2012, 03:55 PM Post #316 |
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He pointed a gun towards a roof. A hook shot out. Securing itself to said roof. He flew up and carried on persuing the real criminal ignoring the guards. He threw down a batarang towards the criminal. |
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| Kayla | Aug 2 2012, 04:36 PM Post #317 |
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Jack looked over his shoulder toward the Batman just as the thing came slashing across his face. He didn't cry out. He merely clutched at his mouth as blood ran down his face and soaked the ski mask he wore. There was a rip in the fabric, stretching across his mouth, where he'd been cut. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 2 2012, 04:44 PM Post #318 |
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Sirens could be heard close by. The caped crusader waited until the first car appeared before dissappering as quickly as he appered. |
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| Kayla | Aug 2 2012, 05:08 PM Post #319 |
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Jack's arms were pulled behind him. Somehow he found the strength to twist--painfully--and slam his head into the cop's chest. The cop reeled back as another pulled out a taser. Before he could shoot, Jack kicked him too, and the cop missed. Jack grabbed his gun and shot both of them. Then he took off in a run, not giving them a second thought and leaving them for dead. He jumped a fence and ran across a parking lot, then across the street and into an alleyway. He ran the rest of the way through alleys and backstreets. He pulled off the mask, clutching at his face. He began to smell smoke the closer to home he approached. He arrived on the block that he and his family lived on. From the distance, the apartment building seemed to glow. Flames danced from the roof and shot out of windows. Black smoke billowed out. It was terribly bright against the night, burning into his eyes. Firefighters poured water into the fire, but nothing seemed to be helping. "There's a lady trapped inside!" someone shouted. Then he watched as the building collapsed into a smoldering heap, and his world shattered. He staggered away from the scene, feeling nothing. He walked several blocks, several streets. For how long, he knew not. His reflection in a store window caught his eye. A large, bloody curve could be seen across his face. A bloody smile. If anyone were watching, they would see the blank stare of a man slowly curve up along with the cut. They would watch him dissolve into uncontrollable laughter. They would gaze on as a man descended into total madness. |
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| lost_dark_soul | Aug 3 2012, 02:51 PM Post #320 |
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The next morning Fiona stood in the transport hanger with Angelica. They were expecting a new arrival and Angelica had insisted she meet him. He was hopefully going to be a new memeber of the team on transfer from London. |
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