A/N: Sorry it's taken so long y'all! Here's two chapters in one :)
Suggested listening: Guns 'N' Roses, "Welcome to the Jungle"
Chapter 26:
Limping gingerly, Hisana snuck her head around the corner. A single flourescent bulb quivered, hanging from a black, twisted wire above. She stopped to check the magazine in the Glock 9 milimeter she had procured from the armory, and checked the bindings on the shotgun that was slung across her back. Her other hand touched the solid handle of her second and third handguns, one in a holster underneath her shoulder, the next on her hip.
On one side of her belt, a string of grenades was slung low about her waist, an ammo cache in the satchel at her side. Two knives had been placed on her leg, the poor, broken ankle splinted with duct tape and wood from a broken rifle case. She had taken a minimal dose of tylenol, which was vaguely helping the ache that crept up her limb with every step.
She slid up behind the nearest guard and hit him, hard, on the temple. Knocked out, she dragged him to the nearest closet and locked him in, took his gun, and left him trussed, gagged, and tied. From what she knew of the hangar she was approaching, there were several small private planes and helicopters available to extract them from this predicament.
Breathing deep, she hit the heat sensor on her goggles and went into stealth mode. She had to give a slight nod to Urahara. He had once taken her to a training SWAT session to learn how to handle high stress situations involving violence and threats, a necessity when you were playing ball in the world of the rich and the famous.
It was definitely paying off now.
Slinking down the hallway slowly, she pulled the pin from one of her tear gas grenades and tossed it. She pulled her cover down and rolled into the next hallway as an entire platoon of grunts came coughing and gagging, incensed and blind down the hall towards her captive. She could hear his muffled cries and his pounding for help. Poor guy, they probably wouldn't find him until the next morning.
Clunking down the hallway, she stepped into the control room and shut and locked the door behind her. Noting the exits, she slid a chair beneath the door to prevent anyone from entering easily. The glass was shatterproof, and the booth offered an unprecedented view of the hostage situation beneath her.
She counted her hostages, ticking them off on the butt of her shotgun. When she had her total, she pulled out her binoculars to get a closer look at their injuries.
Byakuya was coming round, his hair hopeless and burnt, but it seemed that he was not otherwise seriously injured. Gin, on the other hand, was in severe distress. Having been injured recently before, this second accident had left him grievously wounded. Aizen had allowed some medical assistance, but it seemed he was fading fast.
Aizen himself was surrounded by body guards, looking mildly inebriated, angry, and worried. Ulquiorra, the owner of the hangar and compound and self-proclaimed pseudo-warlord was leaning easily against the wall, his orange-haired consort ensconced protectively in his arms.
She got a head count on the number of guards and troops in the hangar, which was roughly sixteen. If she could pull this off, it would be nothing short of epic. Quickly, she typed in a stolen user name and password she had acquired from the pocket of a computer technician. Ironically, he'd been the first one close to the operation that squealed.
How delightful.
She accessed the emergency systems for the installation, and shut them all down one by one. She left the emergency power and lights on, but the alarms, sprinklers, and all matter of alarm systems that would alert the cavalry of her location were going haywire. She ducked out of the nearest door and into another room. This one had the partitions you normally saw in a hospital, and she glanced behind the nearest one before continuing.
Moving towards the stairs, she pulled a pin and threw a grenade down the hallway. The fire equipment in the corner exploded with a roar, blowing a hole into the wall. Daylight shone through faintly, and the distraction left most of the remaining, un-gassed soldiers scrambling to find out what had happened.
She turned and slid down the bannister to the stairs, glancing below.
Good, there was no one.
She slid her heat sensing goggles back down and breathed lightly in the dark stairwell. It wouldn't do to hurt herself anymore than she already had. She grimaced as she put too much weight on her foot, but it turned to an eager grin as she found the specific exit she had been looking for.
It led to the maintenance only elevator. She had disabled the cameras, so she wasn't too concerned about being seen. Still, she cracked the doors open with her knife and shimmied in, then scrambled on top of the elevator. If her calculations were correct, it should take them at least five minutes to get the alarm systems under control. She'd placed a scrambling virus on a flash drive and snapped it into the computer before she left.
The elevator lurched as the power came back on, and hoots and hollers from the maintenance staff made her squirm. She felt her baby kick, and crossed her heart.
"Dear God, please don't let us die." she whispered.
The elevator hit the bottom floor to the hangar just as her virus hit point two, absolute demolition. It would begin to rape the system of unit by unit of space until it was nothing but a scrambled heap of cyber-junk. As the maintenance was called back upstairs, she slid her scope down the emergency exit. It was dark.
She slid into the elevator, and out the opened doors as quickly as possible. She darted into the closest nook, sighing as she glanced at the massive double doors in front of her.
This was going to suck.
Hisana inhaled deeply as she crept closer to the doors ahead of her. She checked the mags on both of her handguns. The Glock's 17 rounds slid into placed. Her right hand gripped the handle tightly as she reached for two tear-gas grenades on her belt with the left.
She propped herself up in the corner next to the door, and was startled as it slammed inwards. Her hand shot out instantly, the butt of the Glock shattering the nose of the female mercenary that had scrambled in the direction of the alarms. She screamed, and Hisana hit her again, and again, until she was silenced, unconscious on the floor below. Always courteous, Hisana tilted her so that she wouldn't drown in her own blood. Footsteps pounded the floor, causing her to jump.
"SHIT!" she hissed, caution blown to the wind. Snarling, she kicked the double doors open and slung two tear-gas grenades into the hangar. Screams of confusion echoed as she reached down and grasped her other gun, also a Glock. A guard stumbled towards her through the smoke. Her breathing sounded vaguely Lord Vader-ish. The guard screeched when he saw her and lifted his AK-47 assault rifle. She hit him in the chest with a double-shot from both guns and smirked in satisfaction as he collapsed.
She ducked to the ground and snatched the AK up, slinging it across her back. She could hear Gin wheezing nearby, Aizen's yelps combined with the muttering of guards. The smoke was beginning to thin out, and she cursed her luck. She only had one more grenade. Any soldier worth his salt could easily pinpoint her direction from the area that the grenade rolled from. She pulled the pin on the last gas grenade and threw it over the nearest vehicle, slamming into it, back first. A hand slid out from underneath the white Ford work van, and she stomped on it instinctively.
A familiar voice cursed, and made her glance down. She was startled to see the tearing and snot covered face of Hitsugaya. He stared at her in shock, and she handed him her third hand gun, a Browning Hi-Power, and two mags of ammo. The thirteen round gun was solid in his hands as he yanked himself up beside her. He had torn the bandages off of his barely injured torso to cover his face. It didn't do much to help his eyes, they still wept copiously.
Nodding to him, she pointed in the direction of the front of the van, and hobbled that way. He headed for the back. Glancing around, Hisana yelped as a huge hand grasped her and flung her up onto the hood of the car. Her finger pulled the trigger, and the Glock fired. The massive brute that held her must have been wearing a bullet-proof vest, because his face barely registered the shot to the upper torso. He just grinned and took a swing for her face. Hisana fumbled for her nearest knife, which shot out of its sheath and stabbed through his wrist.
The giant mercenary's face rolled unpleasantly, and she swung her hand towards his face. The Glock's butt hit him in the temple, but it merely made blood trickle down the edge of his face like a waterfall. Screaming in frustration, she pulled her triggers again. Two rounds shot wildly through his unprotected shoulder, and he yelped, releasing her.
She rolled back behind the van, the un-silenced Browning's roar echoing around the space. Hitsugaya dodged back behind the car.
"They've got a grenade launcher!" he coughed.
"A what?!" Hisana yelped.
"THEY HAVE A FUCKING BAZOOKA. MOVE IT DUMBASS!" Histugaya roared. He knocked Hisana down, rolling her out of the way as he practically dragged her, limping back towards the doors. The female mercenary, now awake, met them, vengeance practically oozing off of her. Hitsugaya didn't stop to ask questions, he just lifted the gun and fired, a hole opening through her head and splattering brain matter across the wall as the Ford van exploded violently behind them. A charred white door slammed into the wall beside the doors, and they were blown through.
Hisana coughed and looked up to see the van pouring smoke out of the now open hangar doors. Fire roared and consumed all of the fuel it could touch. Behind the van, the vestiges of the armed forces, now only numbering ten instead of sixteen emerged from the smoke. Hitsugaya coughed, blood from the woman below coating his pants.
"Fuck." he hissed, letting the spent mag fall out of the Browning and reloading it. Hisana holstered her Glocks and gripped the purloined AK-47. Aizen cackled from his position, still seated in a chair near the back of the room. In his left hand, he held Byakuya's lolling head, his eyes cracked open and pain-glazed as Aizen nudged him roughly with what he held in his right hand.
In his right he held a .45 Raging Bull, and on his face, a wicked smile.
Lyrics:
Something you should know about Welcome To The Jungle Lyrics
Title: Guns N' Roses - Welcome To The Jungle lyrics Chorus: In the jungle Welcome to the jungle Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
We got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your shun n,n,n,n,n,n,n,n,n,n,n,n knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me