Assassin-Nation: Escape
Thing were about to get hairy, and each would have to watch out for the other, if they wanted out.
They were sliding their way back down the elevator shaft. It only took a minute, but it seemed like a much longer stretch until they reached the top of the recently destroyed elevator.
Almost the moment they touched down, the pair of hired killers heard a loud explosion from above them. "Well, it's fairly safe to say that they'll think we're still up top, which should make this a bit easier."
Deadpool slide through the opening of the elevator, and offered a hand to the injured Elektra.
Elektra kicked the helpful hand away, and dropped in on her own. She landed with a grunt, but pushed to her full height, totally ignoring the pain that racked her mid-section and head.
The only reason she was still able to move at all was the drug that the vertically challenged doctor had pumped into her system, which also made her pain double that which it would have been normally.
"Now what? Are we just going to walk out, or do you have some type of plan," asked the stern faced woman.
Deadpool simply nodded, not saying which question he was answering. He knelt down, and pulled a small, thin cylinder from one of the pouches on his belt. With a twist of the tip, the small cylinder shot out a short beam of light. Quickly the mercenary began to cut his way through the bottom of the elevator.
"Ready to go?" Deadpool clipped the tether to the bottom of the box they stood in, and looked to Elektra. "If I give you your harness, can you climb down on your own?"
The beaten assassin shot him that would kill a ten time champion pro wrestler, "You're telling me that I was hanging all over you, for no reason?" She stepped over and held out her hand, "I should kill you for that." The last set of words was almost inaudible, not for fear of repercussion, or whatnot, but the pain in her stomach.
Deadpool's eyebrows rose beneath the mask, and he simply chuckled the word "Yeah." He opened the largest pouch on his chest belt, and pulled out a large wad of thin rope, and placed it in Elektra's extended hand.
Elektra nearly scoffed at the wad of string he considered a harness, "When this over, you're a dead man." She quickly unwound the harness and slipped it on, clipping it to the tether line from the bottom of the elevator.
"Don't tell me you have something against wearing a bit of floss. I mean look at your costume." Deadpool dropped through the hole he'd made, and gave one last parting shot, "Not that I'm complaining," before he began his quick decent further down the shaft.
Elektra glared at the quickly descending man, and dropped herself through the hole as well. She found herself moving at a leisurely pace, but not to see the sights. Her head was beginning to swim, and her vision was quickly becoming blurry.
She found her feet on the ground below, and unhooked herself quickly, leaving the harness strapped about her hips, waist and thighs. She looked at the man in the mask for a long moment, waiting to find out what was next.
She did not enjoy having to rely on anyone other than herself, but this was fairly unavoidable. The fact that this man had been better prepared than she had, only made her disposition toward him worse. She liked to be a cut above the rest, and this one seemed to be ahead of the game, as far as infiltration was concerned.
Deadpool was nearly staring, "You still with us, Elektra? You kind of spaced out there for a minute." Deadpool waited a few short moments before moving down the hall. "We need to find your weapons, if you expect to be of any use at all."
Elektra didn't bother to snap a snide remark; she simply kept her silence, and followed not far behind the blurry red and black figure ahead of her. She felt her head swimming, and thought it had a feeling kin to eating ice cream too quickly.
The figure stopped, and so did she. She turned and peered into the room that they had stopped in front of. "Why do we stop here? There's nothing in there."
Deadpool looked at her for a long moment, a silent moment, and then slid open the door. "Wait right here," he said as he slipped in through the now open portal. He was only inside for a moment, before he reemerged again.
He held out a pair of steel sais, and red leather handled long sword. "I think these belong to you."
Elektra looked at him and the weapons for a moment before taking them from his hands. She quickly slid the sais into the crimson sash at her waist, and strapped the sword to her back.
"Alright, now lets get the hell out of this place," the costumed commando said. It was clear in his voice that he already had a plan in mind. He turned, and headed up the nearby set of stairs, his footfalls plodding loudly as he moved with some speed.
Elektra moved along behind him, but slowly she was falling behind. The effects of the drugs in her system were wearing off. Her pain was decreasing, but so was her ability to stay conscious.
She finally caught up to the man as he stood by a door marked with a large black letter 'G.' She leaned against the wall heavily, and slowly began to slump down.
Deadpool looked at her, and cursed under his breath. "No, no, no, you can't pass out now. Why couldn't you have slept earlier? Now is when I need you to be aware," he was already scooping her limp form up.
He slung the crimson dealer of death over his broad shoulder, and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, securing her position. With his free hand he pulled one of the two high-powered pistols from his hip. "Things are about to get hectic lady, I hope you live to appreciate this."
The door was flung open and before it had a chance to bounce back, Deadpool was firing his weapon. Seven quick shots and six guards dropped like bad habits. Deadpool was moving, holding the prone form of Elektra tight against his shoulder.
The air all around the pair was suddenly filled with gun fire. Pistols firing off one shot at a time, rifles firing, and a multitude of other weapons all firing at the fast moving pair.
Deadpool found himself in a tight spot, and was forced to duck behind an outcropping wall. He quickly set the unconscious assassin on the ground, and drew his other pistol. He leaned out around the wall, only for a second, and then ducked back.
"Five on the right, eleven on the left, three in the center," he mumbled under his breath. A few seconds later he thrust both arms out around the wall and fired off twelve shots. His head popped out around the wall again, only to duck right back.
"Two on the right, one in the middle, six on the left," he commented. His right hand replaced the pistol, and pulled out a pair of grenades. Pins pulled with teeth, he chucked the grenades out around the wall.
"Grenade!" The word was shouted from two different men, but it wasn't enough. The grenades exploded and Deadpool looked out around the wall.
"Coast is clear." He looked down at Elektra, and sighed audibly. "There's an idea."
Deadpool fished around a moment in the large pouch, and pulled out a large elastic joint wrap. Deadpool worked quickly, hefting the silent assassin onto his back. He quickly latched her harness to the back of his own. After that, he leaned forward so that Elektra rested against his back, and quickly wrapped the bandage around the pair of them tightly.
"There, that's a little better." He pulled out the pistol once again, and dashed out as quickly as possible. He'd taken out most of the guards in the area, and had a clear shot for the front door.
The hire gun shot out the large window and moved outside, only to be shot at several times from various directions.
This was the hard part. Most of the guard detail had been positioned outside the complex. Deadpool, holstered both guns as he ducked behind a stack of boxes around one corner, nearly tripping over a dead body that he was sure he had not killed. "Not too shabby, lady," he commented lightly.
He plucked a few small cylinders from his various pouches. "Ok, let's see them handle these." He pressed a small button on each, and a bright blue light flashed for a moment before dying down.
A second button was depressed, and the trio of cylinders all began to blink red. He quickly tossed one to each side of the compound yard, and waited a few moments, glancing around. Lady. I think you just saved our hides."
The canisters each began to put off a holographic image of the pair of them leaning up against something near the canister. Gun shots flared to life as the images came to life, though they did not move in the slightest.
Deadpool slowly began to move toward the open area of the fence that Elektra had used to gain entry. He was ducking under the fence, being semi- careful not to get himself, or the unconscious woman caught on the wiring, when he heard the customary click of am Uzi being readied to fire behind him.
"Turn around slowly, hands out to your sides," the voice was decidedly feminine, as it spoke to the man bearing the load of dead weight.
Deadpool slowly did as he was told. As he came face to face with the raven haired woman in a dark purple suit, shiny black combat boots, and sunglasses. "It looks like my plan to leave has been cancelled. I really need a better travel agent."
"I assume you have come here seeking our blueprints. It is a shame." The woman took a few steps forward, the gun aimed right at Deadpool's face. "Do not try anything funny, mister."
The next thing Deadpool saw was the end of a sai sticking out of the woman's forehead, and blood splattering across his facemask.
"What would do without me," said the nearly inaudible voice of the woman strapped to his back.
"Lady, you don't want to know." Without retrieving the weapon, Deadpool ducked under the fence, and the pair of them disappeared into the jungle.
The pair had made it out with their lives. Though one was better off than the other, and they hadn't gotten the blueprints which they both sought. Deadpool wasn't about to give up so easily, and for some reason, he didn't think that Elektra was for giving up, period.
What comes next, would be hard for either to say, at least until it came.
Thing were about to get hairy, and each would have to watch out for the other, if they wanted out.
They were sliding their way back down the elevator shaft. It only took a minute, but it seemed like a much longer stretch until they reached the top of the recently destroyed elevator.
Almost the moment they touched down, the pair of hired killers heard a loud explosion from above them. "Well, it's fairly safe to say that they'll think we're still up top, which should make this a bit easier."
Deadpool slide through the opening of the elevator, and offered a hand to the injured Elektra.
Elektra kicked the helpful hand away, and dropped in on her own. She landed with a grunt, but pushed to her full height, totally ignoring the pain that racked her mid-section and head.
The only reason she was still able to move at all was the drug that the vertically challenged doctor had pumped into her system, which also made her pain double that which it would have been normally.
"Now what? Are we just going to walk out, or do you have some type of plan," asked the stern faced woman.
Deadpool simply nodded, not saying which question he was answering. He knelt down, and pulled a small, thin cylinder from one of the pouches on his belt. With a twist of the tip, the small cylinder shot out a short beam of light. Quickly the mercenary began to cut his way through the bottom of the elevator.
"Ready to go?" Deadpool clipped the tether to the bottom of the box they stood in, and looked to Elektra. "If I give you your harness, can you climb down on your own?"
The beaten assassin shot him that would kill a ten time champion pro wrestler, "You're telling me that I was hanging all over you, for no reason?" She stepped over and held out her hand, "I should kill you for that." The last set of words was almost inaudible, not for fear of repercussion, or whatnot, but the pain in her stomach.
Deadpool's eyebrows rose beneath the mask, and he simply chuckled the word "Yeah." He opened the largest pouch on his chest belt, and pulled out a large wad of thin rope, and placed it in Elektra's extended hand.
Elektra nearly scoffed at the wad of string he considered a harness, "When this over, you're a dead man." She quickly unwound the harness and slipped it on, clipping it to the tether line from the bottom of the elevator.
"Don't tell me you have something against wearing a bit of floss. I mean look at your costume." Deadpool dropped through the hole he'd made, and gave one last parting shot, "Not that I'm complaining," before he began his quick decent further down the shaft.
Elektra glared at the quickly descending man, and dropped herself through the hole as well. She found herself moving at a leisurely pace, but not to see the sights. Her head was beginning to swim, and her vision was quickly becoming blurry.
She found her feet on the ground below, and unhooked herself quickly, leaving the harness strapped about her hips, waist and thighs. She looked at the man in the mask for a long moment, waiting to find out what was next.
She did not enjoy having to rely on anyone other than herself, but this was fairly unavoidable. The fact that this man had been better prepared than she had, only made her disposition toward him worse. She liked to be a cut above the rest, and this one seemed to be ahead of the game, as far as infiltration was concerned.
Deadpool was nearly staring, "You still with us, Elektra? You kind of spaced out there for a minute." Deadpool waited a few short moments before moving down the hall. "We need to find your weapons, if you expect to be of any use at all."
Elektra didn't bother to snap a snide remark; she simply kept her silence, and followed not far behind the blurry red and black figure ahead of her. She felt her head swimming, and thought it had a feeling kin to eating ice cream too quickly.
The figure stopped, and so did she. She turned and peered into the room that they had stopped in front of. "Why do we stop here? There's nothing in there."
Deadpool looked at her for a long moment, a silent moment, and then slid open the door. "Wait right here," he said as he slipped in through the now open portal. He was only inside for a moment, before he reemerged again.
He held out a pair of steel sais, and red leather handled long sword. "I think these belong to you."
Elektra looked at him and the weapons for a moment before taking them from his hands. She quickly slid the sais into the crimson sash at her waist, and strapped the sword to her back.
"Alright, now lets get the hell out of this place," the costumed commando said. It was clear in his voice that he already had a plan in mind. He turned, and headed up the nearby set of stairs, his footfalls plodding loudly as he moved with some speed.
Elektra moved along behind him, but slowly she was falling behind. The effects of the drugs in her system were wearing off. Her pain was decreasing, but so was her ability to stay conscious.
She finally caught up to the man as he stood by a door marked with a large black letter 'G.' She leaned against the wall heavily, and slowly began to slump down.
Deadpool looked at her, and cursed under his breath. "No, no, no, you can't pass out now. Why couldn't you have slept earlier? Now is when I need you to be aware," he was already scooping her limp form up.
He slung the crimson dealer of death over his broad shoulder, and wrapped one of his arms around her waist, securing her position. With his free hand he pulled one of the two high-powered pistols from his hip. "Things are about to get hectic lady, I hope you live to appreciate this."
The door was flung open and before it had a chance to bounce back, Deadpool was firing his weapon. Seven quick shots and six guards dropped like bad habits. Deadpool was moving, holding the prone form of Elektra tight against his shoulder.
The air all around the pair was suddenly filled with gun fire. Pistols firing off one shot at a time, rifles firing, and a multitude of other weapons all firing at the fast moving pair.
Deadpool found himself in a tight spot, and was forced to duck behind an outcropping wall. He quickly set the unconscious assassin on the ground, and drew his other pistol. He leaned out around the wall, only for a second, and then ducked back.
"Five on the right, eleven on the left, three in the center," he mumbled under his breath. A few seconds later he thrust both arms out around the wall and fired off twelve shots. His head popped out around the wall again, only to duck right back.
"Two on the right, one in the middle, six on the left," he commented. His right hand replaced the pistol, and pulled out a pair of grenades. Pins pulled with teeth, he chucked the grenades out around the wall.
"Grenade!" The word was shouted from two different men, but it wasn't enough. The grenades exploded and Deadpool looked out around the wall.
"Coast is clear." He looked down at Elektra, and sighed audibly. "There's an idea."
Deadpool fished around a moment in the large pouch, and pulled out a large elastic joint wrap. Deadpool worked quickly, hefting the silent assassin onto his back. He quickly latched her harness to the back of his own. After that, he leaned forward so that Elektra rested against his back, and quickly wrapped the bandage around the pair of them tightly.
"There, that's a little better." He pulled out the pistol once again, and dashed out as quickly as possible. He'd taken out most of the guards in the area, and had a clear shot for the front door.
The hire gun shot out the large window and moved outside, only to be shot at several times from various directions.
This was the hard part. Most of the guard detail had been positioned outside the complex. Deadpool, holstered both guns as he ducked behind a stack of boxes around one corner, nearly tripping over a dead body that he was sure he had not killed. "Not too shabby, lady," he commented lightly.
He plucked a few small cylinders from his various pouches. "Ok, let's see them handle these." He pressed a small button on each, and a bright blue light flashed for a moment before dying down.
A second button was depressed, and the trio of cylinders all began to blink red. He quickly tossed one to each side of the compound yard, and waited a few moments, glancing around. Lady. I think you just saved our hides."
The canisters each began to put off a holographic image of the pair of them leaning up against something near the canister. Gun shots flared to life as the images came to life, though they did not move in the slightest.
Deadpool slowly began to move toward the open area of the fence that Elektra had used to gain entry. He was ducking under the fence, being semi- careful not to get himself, or the unconscious woman caught on the wiring, when he heard the customary click of am Uzi being readied to fire behind him.
"Turn around slowly, hands out to your sides," the voice was decidedly feminine, as it spoke to the man bearing the load of dead weight.
Deadpool slowly did as he was told. As he came face to face with the raven haired woman in a dark purple suit, shiny black combat boots, and sunglasses. "It looks like my plan to leave has been cancelled. I really need a better travel agent."
"I assume you have come here seeking our blueprints. It is a shame." The woman took a few steps forward, the gun aimed right at Deadpool's face. "Do not try anything funny, mister."
The next thing Deadpool saw was the end of a sai sticking out of the woman's forehead, and blood splattering across his facemask.
"What would do without me," said the nearly inaudible voice of the woman strapped to his back.
"Lady, you don't want to know." Without retrieving the weapon, Deadpool ducked under the fence, and the pair of them disappeared into the jungle.
The pair had made it out with their lives. Though one was better off than the other, and they hadn't gotten the blueprints which they both sought. Deadpool wasn't about to give up so easily, and for some reason, he didn't think that Elektra was for giving up, period.
What comes next, would be hard for either to say, at least until it came.