Operation: Dark Night

[alertcommando]

Ukraine, Europe, January 17th, 1962.

Classified Location near the Polish border.

Local time 21:35h.

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Re: Team One - Diversion

[bringer_of_fun]

"I can do that."

Bobby raises an eyebrow at the boulder comment.

"Please. You're insulting me, here. You want to throw them, or do you want me to block something with them?"

Re: The OOC

[ever_lovin]

I was just rereading the original sign up sheet and noticed one more person should be on the Diversion Team, Sariel. As much fun as Bobby and Ben are about to get into maybe we should pause and wait for Sariel to tag in?

Re: The OOC

[aisforamy]

Oh! I hadn't realized! Sure! We may even have to back track a bit, but that's cool by me! If you see her mun, point her in our direction!

Re: The OOC

[ever_lovin]

No problem! I only noticed cause I went back to see what the Intel team was to do.

Re: The OOC

[alertcommando]

Eh, he can do it on his own *G* being four inches tall, he does not need many tricks to sneak in.

Re: The OOC

[alertcommando]

She might have been doing some recon, looking around, and point out the nearby (few miles) camp?

[alertcommando]

His membership of the one-hand team is very short-lived, thanks to a malady known to strike down Russian military personnel near Tanya: lead poisoning.

A thing to note is how she kills Mr. One-Hand without looking that way. "That was really stupid. Really, really." She jams her gun onto the white-coated man's neck. "Shutdown, now, or I will leave you for Vladimir." Casually, she puts a bullet into the arm of another tech who moved too much. "I have to remind you ladies and gentlemen that you are eight and I have sixteen bullets left. How lucky are you feeling?"

[aeons_crackshot]

There were Soviet soldiers coming to the rescue down the hallway. Annabelle takes aim and opens fire, also without taking her eyes off the scientists.

Reflective surfaces are all over the room, after all. They die, one after the other, their bodies collapsing to the floor and blood oozing over the tile.

"How badly are you hurt?" she asks Bonzo, expression grim.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo pulls his lightsaber back over into his hand, putting it back on his belt, and then tries to get to his feet. He doesn't quite succeed, but he's at least not laying down.

"Son of a bitch..." He looks down at where the bullet hit him, and reaches over with his uninjured hand, feeling the wound carefully. He can feel a fleshy mess, but it's not a hole. He feels along it...

"I think it broke one of my ribs..." He then feels his back. "Body armor pushed it aside, though." Said armor, not terribly strong, has a small crack in it where the bullet clipped it.

And of course, all of this doesn't change the fact that he has a nasty, painful, bloody mess in his side right now. On the bright side, it's not spurting too badly, so no veins were severed.

[alertcommando]

Thankfully, not too long. The troop carrier makes it inside the walls, and after going around the building, takes a ramp down to a sub-level. A human would have no chance, but Jenks is inside. And it is much warmer there.

A double door opens and a dozen soviet soldiers make their way to the transport, eerie figures in the dim light of the garage.

[alertcommando]

For now, the Reds seem to have decided being heroes is not their thing.

The head technician, after a moment of hesitation, turns to the console and starts working, while Tanya observes for signs of treachery.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Here," Annabelle says to Bonzo, handing him a Stimpak. "This will heal you up a bit if you inject it into a vein and hold the edges of the wound closed."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo complies with Annabelle's directions. He winces as he puts the needle in and holds the wound together, but...it seems to work. After a few more moments of pain (the wounds healing themselves), he pulls himself to his feet, looking at the scar on his side and the remaining bruising on his hand.

"Thanks." Pause as he looks down at the dead Russian and at his hand. "Damn, that hurt."

[alertcommando]

While this, the man in charge finishes. The consoles all beep, and a female voice with a mechanical timbre echoes in Russian. "[Attention all personnel: Facility shutdown engaged, please evacuate at once. Facility shutdown engaged, locking silos, powering down systems, gather your belongings and proceed orderly to the nearest marked exit...]"

"This is not going to help you." Says the man, frowning. "They will just bring a backup site into the grid."

Tanya grins to him. "They will try, I'm sure." Too bad right now they have a four-inch-tall saboteur keeping the data lines on a nerve pinch. "But by the time they manage that, it will be too late." The 'nerve pinch' is recording all the silo locations for the next move of the war.

"Now, if none of you plan to be suicidal, it is time for us to leave." She nods to Annabelle and Bonzo, gesturing for them to take point. "We just need to get back to that big intersection."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle catches the nod and moves to take point.

Hopefully, no one will decide to do anything...stupid.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo follows Annabelle, letting Tanya pick up the rear. He's honestly quite amazed...other than being more than a little sore, he's just been shot and he's jogging away.

"You're going to have to tell me where to get some more of that stuff..."

Re: Team One - Diversion

[ever_lovin]

"Sorry, sorry," Ben says making a placating gesture. "I'll be throwing 'em. Those lines are gonna be tricky to see in this light. But if ya can manage something about the size of VW bug..."

That wouldn't be a challenge in Ben's voice would it?

[OOC:Sorry to replost; fixing several typos...]

[alertcommando]

Tanya herds the surviving techs and scientists ahead. The returns to the main gallery and the intersection is quite uneventful, except for the nonmilitary personnel who do rather unceremoniously output their latest meals through the input port at the grisly remains of the battle.

In a way, it ends being good: nauseated, horrified people are much easier to keep in line.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is all for these people being kept in line, thank you.

She's keeping up her serious and threatening expression, just in case, as they move their prisoners through to their goal.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo has his lightsaber back out, ignited and being held carefully away from him. It's actually not pointed at anyone, but its simple presence should do some wonders for deterring people from getting any ideas. His other hand is still smarting, and he knows it's going to hurt for a while.

Re: Team One - Diversion

[bringer_of_fun]

That earns a smirk, and a moment later, there is a VW bug made of ice between them.

[alertcommando]

Once they get to the intersection (and make sure there are no ambushes set for them), Tanya sends all the prisoners to stand against the wall, then places a metal cube at the center of the room. "Annabelle, Bonzo, turn your back to the open space... it will get very bright in a moment."

And it does, as space ripples with light effects, and a large armored personnel carrier appears where there was nothing a moment later.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle does as ordered. Even so, the ensuing blast of light makes her eyes water.

"Very handy," Annabelle says with a grin. "Now we just have to get our 'friends' loaded, yes?" she asks Tanya.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo does the same, and instinctively closes his eyes at the excessively bright flash.

"What the..." Pause. "What did you just do?"

[pixie-runner.livejournal.com]

Jenks follows until he spots a heating vent which he will fly into. Careful of any motion sensors (or any sort of equipment he might find really) he flies along looking for rooms that are data centers. As he flies he also keeps his eyes out for any data cables in the heating system, who knows he might get lucky.

He finds one room with a man working on a computer and watches carefully as the man navigates the system. Jenks, unlike most pixies, actually knows how to read. Only problem is that he only knows how to read Latin and English and the characters on the screen are anything but. Still, pixies are a visually oriented species and thus Jenks begins to think he might be able to navigate the system in a very limited fashion if need be.

Well enough in fact that he flies off to continue his search for either data cables or an unoccupied computer.