Operation: Dark Night

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Ukraine, Europe, January 17th, 1962.

Classified Location near the Polish border.

Local time 21:35h.

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And provides just enough distraction for Tanya to finish them off with shots into the visor plates.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is teamwork in action.

Now the control room is just ahead. "Can your glowing sword take care of the door lock?"

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"Nice work," Annabelle says to her teammates.

She gets to her feet and reloads the rifle.

She's going to ache a bit once the adrenaline wears off, but she's otherwise unharmed.

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To Annabelle: "You, too."

To Tanya: "Unless it's about a foot thick, it should do." And if it is, he can probably melt his way through. Getting to his feet, Bonzo walks forward and takes a swing at the lock. "Worse comes to worse, I can just cut the door down."

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Not a whole foot, but is very reinforced: cutting it might be a good idea.

While they handle that, Tanya backtracks to the last hallway intersection to leave another motion sensor trap.

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Annabelle keeps an eye out for trouble while Bonzo works on the door and Tanya lays another trap.

Now is not the time to let their guard down, after all.

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When the single swing doesn't do the trick, Bonzo simply shoves the blade as deep into the door as he can at the lock, and starts cutting through it, slow as the process might be. They will be getting through, even if he's looking a little warm from standing by the melting metal before too long.

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Not too long, no... a bit of melting, poking, cutting, and the door gives in.

And look, all the blue jumpsuits and white labcoats are gathered in the same room.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Tanya steps in, guns trained, speaking in Russian. "Step away from the consoles now, or you will be killed."

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That's convenient.

As all the Russian Annabelle knows is of a profane nature, she's just going to back Tanya up and try to look as threatening as possible.

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Bonzo keeps the lightsaber at the ready, ignited, just in case.

"Anyone want to lose a limb, just speak up and we'll arrange that."

At least one person doesn't seem convinced, so Bonzo adds a bit more. "We do heads, too. They count."

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With Annabelle and Bonzo watching her back, Tanya crosses the room towards a bald, bespectacled man with a pinched expression.

"Comrade Ivanov, I presume." She continues in Russian, her pistol moved close enough to the man's face for him to catch the scent of burnt propellant and feel the warmth of gunmetal. "Would you please initiate the full shutdown of the Western Missile Command? If you do so, I can guarantee you a safe prison cell far away from Romanov, Vladimir and Yuri."

"If you don't, I am afraid you and all your comrades here become useless, and after we do the shut-down the hard way, we will have to leave you all to explain to your merciful, magnanimous leaders why Mother Russia can not threaten western Europe with nuclear annihilation anymore."

There are a few long moments while the man ponders his options. "Please? Don't make me paint the observation window with your brains to make your second-in-command more amenable to the situation."

Indeed, one of the walls of the room is a huge observation window, overlooking the main silo.

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One fellow, who may be the second-in-command, looks like he's briefly considering protesting this demand until Annabelle points her rifle in his direction.

His mouth shuts with a nearly audible snap.

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Bonzo is looking for anyone making a move towards a weapon. Truth be told, he'd rather not have to lop off any heads or arms right now, but if he has no other choice...

As he's moving around slowly, trying to get a glance at anyone who's trying to slip a gun out from behind a table, there's a loud "CRACK!" and immediately thereafter he feels a sharp pain in his side. He spins around to catch one of the Russians pointing a gun at him, and only gets a hand up in time to stop a second bullet aimed at his chest, albeit with a sickening crack as about a half-dozen bones in his hand crack, the bullet stopping as it comes out of the gun.

You can count on there being a loud, loud howl of pain from both shots. He drops his lightsaber, and the guy with the gun dives for it. He grabs it, but accidentally turns it back on before he has it pointing in the right direction.

Bad move, Mr. Russkie. Welcome to the One-Hand Club.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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."

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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."

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Annabelle catches the nod and moves to take point.

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

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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..."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.