The large blue Cobra roared down the road as the two lay back, seemingly at home at the high speeds the car was running. The stereo was blaring with the music Rally had put in, the both of them rocking back and forth to the beat. May's nose was buried in the instruction manual to a rather large explosive crate that sat in the backseat, and Rally's eyes were on the rush hour traffic ahead. She knew she should have left earlier. It was 5:45 pm and the streets were packed with all those leaving work. First they had to get a hold of a few contacts up town for the information that they needed. That was May's division. And secondly, Rally had to survey the site while May gathered information.
After a few moments of steady cruising, they slowly began to slow down, finally reaching the thick wave of traffic entering and leaving the city. It was hell. Rally sighed, seeming rather grumpy at their situation, and veered over onto an off-ramp, deciding to park it and walk. They drove for a few more minutes, finally spotting an all-night parking lot. Luckily, they were the only cars for quite a ways. Rally hopped out, grabbing a few clips from the back seat, stuffing them in various pockets and cases. May was stuffing the inside of her jacket full of random explosives, mostly large bricks of C-4, and a few Napalm canisters. Both of them set to go, they quietly walked towards a large vacant building. This would be where they started. The lead was, the suspect and his gang were held up inside the building, but had networks of people all over the city. If they could bring in a leader from each section, the reward was well worth the risk.
Rally entered first, glancing around. There were gang tags spray painted all over the walls and ceiling, and some even on the floor. There was a narrow hallway in front of her, only two doors down the entire length of the hall, and a section cut out at the end, where the staircase began. Rally sighed softly, glancing back to May. She motioned for her to stay back, while she checked the first room. May nodded, stringing up a small trap at the entrance of the building were anyone to try to escape. Well.. small by her standards. Rally creaked open the first door, peering in. Nothing. She quietly stepped into the room, glancing behind the door as she did. She sighed in relief, not finding anything. The room was small, only a mattress on the floor in the corner, and a large barrel that had obviously had a fire in it at one point. There were broken needles lining the floor, and various cut-outs of bikini models from magazines. Yep.. the gang was here alright. She slipped out from the room, glancing over to May who sat rather impatiently in the corner, slinking over to the last opened door. She'd obviously stepped out to the car again, as she was carrying her large crate of explosives. She removed the lid, setting up another trap on the first opened door. Merely precaution were anyone to try to run.
Rally ducked through the second door, glancing around. The room looked about the same. She glanced over to the barrel in the corner.. still smoking. She grinned, and hauled herself into the side of the door, listening to it as it slammed against the figure behind it, listening to the body as it slumped over onto the floor. She stepped forward, pulling the door away, glancing down. The thug lay there, nose bleeding, crumpled into the corner. Rally grabbed a nearby rope, tying the man up for safe keeping. She stepped back out of the room, glancing down the hallway. May was already rigging the foot of the stairs with explosives, as Rally shifted up along side her. Careful not to trip the wire, they both began up the stairs, as Rally peered around the corner, listening to a pair of voices. She grinned, quite sadistically, glancing back at May who wore the same grin. May unclipped two of her grenades, flipping the pens and hurling them down the hall to either side of the top of the staircase. Two explosions rang out, and the silence afterwards was a rather good sign that she'd hit her mark. Just incase, Rally crept up the stairs, peering around the corner. Gunfire commenced, the wall chipping apart as the bullets ate at the side and Rally ducked back behind it. She waited a moment, before ducking out, plugging three precedes shots down the first man's chest, watching each become a tennis ball sized hole as the fluid inside the cap ignited. Dumbfounded at his partner's sudden death, he never noticed Rally's small figure as it launched two or three blows into his midriff and groin, sending him toppling to the ground. She brought the handle of her gun down over his head, watching him as he lay there, out cold. She glanced to either side of her. Eight doors, four on each side of the hall. She decided to take it room by room, and slammed through the first door, being met with the sight of another empty room. Footsteps.. May? Maybe. She ducked back out into the hall, peering down the stairs. Where was May? She began to turn, when met with the backside of a bear paw sized fist to her face. She was sent sprawling down the stairs, slamming into the floor beneath rolling over and crumpling with a groan into the corner.
May had not been so lucky as to just be hit. Infect, she was now tied in a corner, blood trickling down her forehead from a received blow to the back of her head. Stars spun in front of her, and she found it hard to concentrate on any one thing. After a moment, she wavered in place, staring up at the hulking figure that loomed towards her, before collapsing over onto the floor. The figure scooped an arm under her, throwing her over his shoulder, hauling her down the stairs. He glanced over to Rally, walking over to her, nudging her with his foot. She groaned and rolled over, only to be met with a swift blow to the head, knocking her out cold.
It was a good while later before Rally woke up, entire body feeling like it'd been hit by a semi, or something like it. The room spun around her in a messy blur of colors. Everything seemed to be narrowed to a pinpoint, everything outside of that pinpoint seeming vaguely there. She stood, her head swimming, slowly dulling into a throbbing pain, her vision pulsing with each throb. She blinked once or twice as she looked around, holding the side of her face. There was a large black hand mark where the figure had hit her, causing her cheek to swell to a rather nasty size. She stumbled in a seemingly drunken stupor towards the door, still having not regained complete control of herself from the onset of delirium. She finally blinked a few more times, regaining most of her sight, though everything seemed a bit hazy at first. All things considered, she was lucky to be alive. She rubbed her temples gently, noting the absence of all her weapons.. even the ones hidden in rather secretive places. She squirmed slightly, still having all her clothes on. Thank God they hadn't done anything more than search her. She glanced around, looking for her partner. She hoped May had faired better than she had on the beating end. She blinked once or twice, slowly heading up the stairs, checking through each room, then those downstairs. In a hurried frenzy, she checked them all again and again, not believing what was happening. Her partner! *Her* May!
Indeed, May had faired better than her on the beating end.. but not so well on the situation. She was tied, and gagged, her entire body motionless as the assailant allowed the barrel of the gun to caress her forehead. She squinted, tied rather firmly to the chair. If only she could reach her bra. She tugged and pulled at the ropes again and again, her skin already pink where the ropes had rubbed them raw over the past few hours. She wiggled in the seat, trying to push her gag down with her teeth and tongue. It was all to no avail, as it just made her wrists hurt more and more as she tugged and tugged at the ropes. With a defeated sigh, she lay back in the chair, simply staring up at the now grinning man. The man leaned down, clasping a hand onto her right breast, giving it a squeeze. She squeaked, eyes widening, attempting to struggle away.
"There there little girl.. I wont do anything to you. Boss's orders.. I dunno why, but he wants you completely intact and unharmed for something." The huge burly man spoke, his hands probably able to clasp together around her midriff.
She squirmed and fidgeted, trying to scream rather unrepeatable curses at him, though it all merely comes out as muffled sounds. She sighed, laying back in the chair, seeming as if she was quite defeated. The man grinned, turning away, walking back to his post outside the door. May worked quickly and quietly, inching the chair back towards the window sill. Within a reasonable distance, she tipped the chair back into the barred window, her hands leaning against the sill itself. She crunched her legs beneath herself, pushing up on the chair. She whimpered as her arms stretched farther than she thought they would, slowly sliding up over the head of the chair. She took a moment to stand there, tears staining her eyes. After a moment's pause, she returned to her senses, pulling her arms under her legs, and in front of her once more. With a hard tug, she yanked the gag off, and turned to the barred window. Broken of course, she pressed the rope down against one of the jagged edges of the glass. After a few minutes of rubbing the rope back and forth across the sharp glass, it was finally worn down enough to where she simply broke it in half. With that taken care of, she leaned down, clicking open the heel of her shoe. She removed the small set of explosives, stuffing her hands down her bra and removing the grenades. She crept over to the door, sticking one of the grenades to the small cube of C-4. She waited a moment, before yanking the pin and running to the other side of the room. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.. *BOOM*. The grenade ignited, causing the C-4 to erupt, and take out most of the wall. May blinked.
"Oops.." she said aloud, with a rather devilish grin, "I think I used too much."
With that, May crept to the door, glancing out. It was another abandoned building, obviously. Once what seemed to be a hotel, from the looks of the hallway. She crept as quietly as she could through the halls, stringing tripwires along the hall as she went. She quietly snuck over to the panel for the lighting, flipping a few switches and shutting off the lights. One by one she unscrewed them and removed the ends of them, lining them with C-4, and filling the rest with gunpowder, leaving enough room for the filaments to spark. She crept over to the stairs that overlooked the floor beneath, peering over the balcony. Spotting a camera that was swinging back in her direction, she ducked down, peering slightly over again. Four floors until the lobby. May whined softly to herself, wishing she still had her jacket.
After a few moments of steady cruising, they slowly began to slow down, finally reaching the thick wave of traffic entering and leaving the city. It was hell. Rally sighed, seeming rather grumpy at their situation, and veered over onto an off-ramp, deciding to park it and walk. They drove for a few more minutes, finally spotting an all-night parking lot. Luckily, they were the only cars for quite a ways. Rally hopped out, grabbing a few clips from the back seat, stuffing them in various pockets and cases. May was stuffing the inside of her jacket full of random explosives, mostly large bricks of C-4, and a few Napalm canisters. Both of them set to go, they quietly walked towards a large vacant building. This would be where they started. The lead was, the suspect and his gang were held up inside the building, but had networks of people all over the city. If they could bring in a leader from each section, the reward was well worth the risk.
Rally entered first, glancing around. There were gang tags spray painted all over the walls and ceiling, and some even on the floor. There was a narrow hallway in front of her, only two doors down the entire length of the hall, and a section cut out at the end, where the staircase began. Rally sighed softly, glancing back to May. She motioned for her to stay back, while she checked the first room. May nodded, stringing up a small trap at the entrance of the building were anyone to try to escape. Well.. small by her standards. Rally creaked open the first door, peering in. Nothing. She quietly stepped into the room, glancing behind the door as she did. She sighed in relief, not finding anything. The room was small, only a mattress on the floor in the corner, and a large barrel that had obviously had a fire in it at one point. There were broken needles lining the floor, and various cut-outs of bikini models from magazines. Yep.. the gang was here alright. She slipped out from the room, glancing over to May who sat rather impatiently in the corner, slinking over to the last opened door. She'd obviously stepped out to the car again, as she was carrying her large crate of explosives. She removed the lid, setting up another trap on the first opened door. Merely precaution were anyone to try to run.
Rally ducked through the second door, glancing around. The room looked about the same. She glanced over to the barrel in the corner.. still smoking. She grinned, and hauled herself into the side of the door, listening to it as it slammed against the figure behind it, listening to the body as it slumped over onto the floor. She stepped forward, pulling the door away, glancing down. The thug lay there, nose bleeding, crumpled into the corner. Rally grabbed a nearby rope, tying the man up for safe keeping. She stepped back out of the room, glancing down the hallway. May was already rigging the foot of the stairs with explosives, as Rally shifted up along side her. Careful not to trip the wire, they both began up the stairs, as Rally peered around the corner, listening to a pair of voices. She grinned, quite sadistically, glancing back at May who wore the same grin. May unclipped two of her grenades, flipping the pens and hurling them down the hall to either side of the top of the staircase. Two explosions rang out, and the silence afterwards was a rather good sign that she'd hit her mark. Just incase, Rally crept up the stairs, peering around the corner. Gunfire commenced, the wall chipping apart as the bullets ate at the side and Rally ducked back behind it. She waited a moment, before ducking out, plugging three precedes shots down the first man's chest, watching each become a tennis ball sized hole as the fluid inside the cap ignited. Dumbfounded at his partner's sudden death, he never noticed Rally's small figure as it launched two or three blows into his midriff and groin, sending him toppling to the ground. She brought the handle of her gun down over his head, watching him as he lay there, out cold. She glanced to either side of her. Eight doors, four on each side of the hall. She decided to take it room by room, and slammed through the first door, being met with the sight of another empty room. Footsteps.. May? Maybe. She ducked back out into the hall, peering down the stairs. Where was May? She began to turn, when met with the backside of a bear paw sized fist to her face. She was sent sprawling down the stairs, slamming into the floor beneath rolling over and crumpling with a groan into the corner.
May had not been so lucky as to just be hit. Infect, she was now tied in a corner, blood trickling down her forehead from a received blow to the back of her head. Stars spun in front of her, and she found it hard to concentrate on any one thing. After a moment, she wavered in place, staring up at the hulking figure that loomed towards her, before collapsing over onto the floor. The figure scooped an arm under her, throwing her over his shoulder, hauling her down the stairs. He glanced over to Rally, walking over to her, nudging her with his foot. She groaned and rolled over, only to be met with a swift blow to the head, knocking her out cold.
It was a good while later before Rally woke up, entire body feeling like it'd been hit by a semi, or something like it. The room spun around her in a messy blur of colors. Everything seemed to be narrowed to a pinpoint, everything outside of that pinpoint seeming vaguely there. She stood, her head swimming, slowly dulling into a throbbing pain, her vision pulsing with each throb. She blinked once or twice as she looked around, holding the side of her face. There was a large black hand mark where the figure had hit her, causing her cheek to swell to a rather nasty size. She stumbled in a seemingly drunken stupor towards the door, still having not regained complete control of herself from the onset of delirium. She finally blinked a few more times, regaining most of her sight, though everything seemed a bit hazy at first. All things considered, she was lucky to be alive. She rubbed her temples gently, noting the absence of all her weapons.. even the ones hidden in rather secretive places. She squirmed slightly, still having all her clothes on. Thank God they hadn't done anything more than search her. She glanced around, looking for her partner. She hoped May had faired better than she had on the beating end. She blinked once or twice, slowly heading up the stairs, checking through each room, then those downstairs. In a hurried frenzy, she checked them all again and again, not believing what was happening. Her partner! *Her* May!
Indeed, May had faired better than her on the beating end.. but not so well on the situation. She was tied, and gagged, her entire body motionless as the assailant allowed the barrel of the gun to caress her forehead. She squinted, tied rather firmly to the chair. If only she could reach her bra. She tugged and pulled at the ropes again and again, her skin already pink where the ropes had rubbed them raw over the past few hours. She wiggled in the seat, trying to push her gag down with her teeth and tongue. It was all to no avail, as it just made her wrists hurt more and more as she tugged and tugged at the ropes. With a defeated sigh, she lay back in the chair, simply staring up at the now grinning man. The man leaned down, clasping a hand onto her right breast, giving it a squeeze. She squeaked, eyes widening, attempting to struggle away.
"There there little girl.. I wont do anything to you. Boss's orders.. I dunno why, but he wants you completely intact and unharmed for something." The huge burly man spoke, his hands probably able to clasp together around her midriff.
She squirmed and fidgeted, trying to scream rather unrepeatable curses at him, though it all merely comes out as muffled sounds. She sighed, laying back in the chair, seeming as if she was quite defeated. The man grinned, turning away, walking back to his post outside the door. May worked quickly and quietly, inching the chair back towards the window sill. Within a reasonable distance, she tipped the chair back into the barred window, her hands leaning against the sill itself. She crunched her legs beneath herself, pushing up on the chair. She whimpered as her arms stretched farther than she thought they would, slowly sliding up over the head of the chair. She took a moment to stand there, tears staining her eyes. After a moment's pause, she returned to her senses, pulling her arms under her legs, and in front of her once more. With a hard tug, she yanked the gag off, and turned to the barred window. Broken of course, she pressed the rope down against one of the jagged edges of the glass. After a few minutes of rubbing the rope back and forth across the sharp glass, it was finally worn down enough to where she simply broke it in half. With that taken care of, she leaned down, clicking open the heel of her shoe. She removed the small set of explosives, stuffing her hands down her bra and removing the grenades. She crept over to the door, sticking one of the grenades to the small cube of C-4. She waited a moment, before yanking the pin and running to the other side of the room. Four.. Three.. Two.. One.. *BOOM*. The grenade ignited, causing the C-4 to erupt, and take out most of the wall. May blinked.
"Oops.." she said aloud, with a rather devilish grin, "I think I used too much."
With that, May crept to the door, glancing out. It was another abandoned building, obviously. Once what seemed to be a hotel, from the looks of the hallway. She crept as quietly as she could through the halls, stringing tripwires along the hall as she went. She quietly snuck over to the panel for the lighting, flipping a few switches and shutting off the lights. One by one she unscrewed them and removed the ends of them, lining them with C-4, and filling the rest with gunpowder, leaving enough room for the filaments to spark. She crept over to the stairs that overlooked the floor beneath, peering over the balcony. Spotting a camera that was swinging back in her direction, she ducked down, peering slightly over again. Four floors until the lobby. May whined softly to herself, wishing she still had her jacket.