Smokescreen

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"You have the denier, the psychotic, but then you have the impatient, the relaxed, come to the darkness of dawn; it's an insurrection. What am I getting at here? Who knows, perhaps there's more to me than meets surface value. Then again, there won't be a little subtitle identifying who I truly am..."

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UNKNOWN TIME ELAPSEMENT
USPC. Organisation Settlement Helios

The smoke asphyxiates the room, depriving it of the much-needed line of sight that every human so preciously needs, I worried not for my sake, it was, after all, quite the sight, seeing trained individuals blindly firing into the abyss of nothing but particles of gas. I've been taking up far too much of your precious time, forgive me.

"DIMITRI, CENTRE LEFT, BY THE LIGHT SOURCE."
Vladoskiov's panic heightens with each passing moment, each bullet clambering out of the barrel, each casing clattering onto the floor, the bypass was complete, and by this point, the black hat had already bolted for the inner chamber.

"VLAD YOU IDIOT, GET IN, I CAN'T SEAL THE DOOR."

Vladoskiov's attention briefly swings towards Dimitri, but then back, as Vlad corners closer to the entranceway, the silence kicks in for an opportune moment as to not let either party lose their voice in the midst of such dire circumstances.
"....What about Petrovsky and Ivan? They haven't-"

The sentence drifts off as both men swivel to hear the deft cut off of a wire piece, the man crouches there with an awkward look on him, the M1911 in hand makes no attempt to face the duo's direction, Monroe chuckles nervously
".....Heeeey, fellas... I hope you aren't looking for me are ya?"

The pair make no attempt to idly converse, as they raise their firearms in almost complete unison, the trigger squeeze getting ever more so intense, at breaking point, the flash of the muzzle can be observed as clear as day

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The pair make no attempt to idly converse, as they raise their firearms in almost complete unison, the trigger squeeze getting ever more so intense, at breaking point, the flash of the muzzle can be observed as clear as day

Dimitri gags, before sputtering blood all over his vest, he staggers over onto his knees, dropping to the floor in a haphazard fashion, he lays there motionless, dead on arrival some might say. Vladoskiov would have finished being overwhelmed by the sudden reaction, as he turns, blasting the direction whence he came, screaming and yelling is uttered on all accounts, as Vlad's rage takes over his ability to think rationally.

A giggle, two giggles, and then manic laughter return to grace the delusional man's ears, as blue pulses could be observed throughout the mist and smoke, the magazine proves empty on the Russian's part, as he scrambles for his pistol, Vladoskiov falters upon laying eyes upon the enemy, equally horrified at what killed his comrade. The light intensity grows brighter, and brighter, and brighter...

A shot rings from behind, Vladoskiov is still standing, in fact, he doesn't feel any pain, not even a burning sensation. Several more automatic weaponry fire riddles from the extended hallway, as Ivan and Petrovsky come from the rear. Monroe takes to stashing his pistol alongside his knife, as he takes Vlad to the side.

"In here, get in! Stick to the walls!"
Ivan gives Walther a look, but the two acknowledge the request, for their own sake, they knew the engineer wasn't going to hurt anyone, at least if he was smart enough to know what self-preservation really was. The fireteam assembles, as Ivan lends Monroe a hand with the door, the light alongside its pair of floating eyes stood idly in the midst of the smokescreen.

"Identify yourself."
Ivan's gun gestures towards Monroe, even if their lives were just saved from a visit to hell, they sure weren't showing any sort of gratefulness.

"Ivan, we can lay off the Yankee for a while, oi, Vladoskiov... VLAD."
The Russian's fingers snapped in front of Vlad, unphased by such, Petrovsky slams the rifle butt against Vlad's shin, as he crumples in a spectacular fashion, looking as equally stunned as he was just moments ago.

"VLAD, YOOHOO, SPUTNIK TO VLAD."

"W-W-What... What?"

"Idiot... you're wasting our time, come on, we have things to do."

"Dimitri's gone..."

"We can go without him, come now, the strongroom isn't far from here."

Monroe's silence breaks for the first time in a short while, as he stammers a few words to the trio
"So, no-one's concerned about the foolhardy glowing boy that just tried to kill you all?"

The engineer raises a point not thought of to the bunch, it was a rather valid one at that, no-one had actually stopped to fully register the threat they were facing, but they were safe, provided the enemy wasn't packing thermite to melt down the door.

But it was far worse than thermite, it was far more painful than explosives, fire, piercing lead, but that wasn't important right now, what was important is getting to the reactor core...

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 27, 2018 ⏰

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