Wattson investigates a possible misuse of her devices when she realizes they're far from any location she's been. In a turn of events, she finds herself rescuing a stranger from a run down lab in the outskirts. While the team gauges her presence, a...
Revenant's voice was flat, but his tone carried an ominous threat. "Where is she." Natalie completely disregarded his demand with a defiant glare, despite the very large margin of patience she was already being given. She had to get closer, his reach was too long for her to do anything at this distance. She gave a stiff cough when the steel grip around her neck tightened in the slightest, feeling a dull ache in her windpipe. "Last chance." His yellow eyes flicked to a small flat device against sheer shoulder strap. It was for a communicator, but it wasn't connected, leaving only the mayday button. Amusement crept in to his tone, "You'll bring her right to me." He lifted his other thin hand and pressed the button, waiting for the device to respond. He brought her forward a mere three inches as the button blinked red. Within the same heartbeat he was blindsided by a punch square across his temple, a loud steel clash as his core processing unit went full static for a split second. Multiple systems misfired as he staggered back. He immediately restabilized a moment too late of his hand opening. His other palm meeting the wall as he felt fury burning in his chest. She'd taken off past him the moment her boots hit the floor again. The simulacrum's vision refocused, his attention landing on the same arm that had struck him. In the light he noticed a glint across the bridge of her thumb. A titanium prosthetic. And a strong one. "I am going to break that arm off." Revenant ducked down one hall as he pulled something from a satchel at his side and began assembling it to something else in his hands. — Renee lifted her head from the tools she had begun to reorganize. A beeping caught her attention somewhere down the hall. She set a small welding tool down, narrowing her eyes out her parted door before opening it. The beeping persisted in the direction of Wattson's room. Her door had been left open, and something inside was now urgently chirping like a radio. The sound returned to beeping as if it had adjusted back to a stable frequency. "Nat you in here?" Wraith called in through the open door in case she'd returned while she was working on her suit. Her gaze landed on the large yet thin monitor screen, a gridded map showing familiar patterns across it was overall all blank aside from a blinking red triangle. She recognized the line pattern from walking the fence line, it was a map of the barrier. "Mayday..." she echoed her thought of realization. Her head reeled for a split second. Why was she down? How? And why didn't she use her communicator? Renee inhaled as she refocused, pushing the door open and examining the map. She traced back the fence line in her memory, and the stone columns that lead in to another path. It lined up with the screen. She knew which direction she was. Renee was out the bedroom door and into the hall, her forearm charged and alight with bolts jumping down her wrist. Her own voice was an echo though her mind, 'Listen, I know what to do.' — Natalie felt her heart hammering in her chest like a bird trapped in her ribcage. She coughed with the ache around her neck, quickly looking over her shoulder for Revenant hot on her heels. She winced at the movement, a gloved hand resting on the back of her neck. She saw no one as she lowered her hand, taking the moment she had to think. He was after Renee, but now he was just pissed. This completely changed the motive on this fight. She wasn't armed, but he was far stronger and a weapon entirely by himself. She was backed in to the cover of crates near a far left corner as it was. Wattson rounded the corner and set down another set of nodes on each end of the path, none of which she had activated. In the silence between her inhale, there was a faint click. Her nerves jolted as she lunged to the side and activated the three barriers, two shots from a wingman hitting the steel crate behind her. Another shot farther from her path could be heard destroying her fence segment. Natalie was now at a sprint to clear the next corner as a bullet whistled over her shoulder, a second whistling but halting when a force pierced her upper side from her back. The moment her next step met the ground, pain lanced through her leg and through the space just below her ribs. Wattson winced with a sharp inhale, one hand immediately clasping over her upper side. In her momentary glance back, she glimpsed Revenant through the barriers, bolts of electricity jumping off of him in sparks. He'd just walked straight through the last barrier. The click from the wingman signaled he was out of ammo. Looks like he hadn't been expecting a gunfight either. His stride was even and focused, the same burning embers in his unmoving gaze. "Did you think you could run?" He mused as he watched her fight to put distance between them, her next step failing. Natalie gave a pained sound as her leg gave out, a gloved hand meeting the wall to support her weight. She winced with a stiff exhale, losing the strength to do this. Her blue gaze rose to his as her unbalanced figure sank to the floor. She couldn't think clearly, and she could feel the fear ebbing sharply in to her chest. Revenant brought the top flap of one small pouch open, pulling something out that gleamed silver between his speared fingertips. He unlatched something on his pistol before it clicked and he loaded the bullet, pushing its component back in to place.
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