Chapter 39: Infiltration
(Same tags apply as in Chapter 1)
The sound of metal reached his sensitive ears causing glowing violet eyes to open slowly. Yoshi watched through barely open eyes as the ninja began to move about. He remained silent, simply observing as Elmyra slept, having dozed off while waiting for the ninja to awaken.
The metal from her cuffs scraped against the pipe lightly as she tried to shimmy up a bit, the control of her lower limbs still a bit uncoordinated. He fought against the desire to go over and break the cuffs for her, but he didn't want to draw any attention from the lab above.
He could hear the distinct but faint screams of at least three different men. He knew that Onika had started infusing them with mako and Jenova. Occasionally, he could hear someone approach from above to look down upon them from the one-way glass. They had to get out of here as soon as possible. Quietly, he began to look around the room for anything that could be used as a weapon.
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Yuffie made her way up high enough for her the tips of her fingers to touch her lips. Her tongue swept in the space between her cheek and teeth and pushed a piece of metal past her lips and into her fingers. A smirk traced her lips as she began working quickly at the locks in her cuffs, barely having enough room to maneuver, but she was determined to get out of here with the two whom she now shared a cell with.
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Within in the darkness of night, the dozens of soldiers stalked down the mountain range accompanied by members of Avalanche. The plan had been made to approach the base from all angles. Tifa and Cloud leading a group approaching from the North, Cid and Dojima approached room from the East while Barret and Vincent made their way from the South. Lindh had remained at the airship with a team that relayed the information from the UTRV to the troops on the ground.
Vincent signaled to the men behind him to hold their positions as one of Fraser's men patrolled the area, his weapon slung over his shoulder, his finger occasionally brushing across the trigger. Vincent straightened within the crevice he had been standing in and slipped out of it, melding into the shadows.
The Soldiers watched in awe as the former Turk disappeared from even their sights. They could hear no movement and see nothing, that is, until the crimson-eyed gunman struck.
A strangled yelp escaped the lips of the patrolling man as his claw clamped round his throat, compressing his carotid arteries as he was dragged back into the shadows. The gunman reached up with his human hand and compressed the space between his neck and shoulder, causing the man to go limp. He immediately bound the man's arms and legs, knowing that he would be taken care of later.
The gunman turned as his team, lead by Barret approached and looked at the device on his arm. "Everyone's in place, now let's go get 'Myra and Yuffie da hell outta there." He said to the gunman who had yet to say anything since they had seen Yuffie's capture.
It was a bit…creepy. Barret knew that Vincent was worried, but when his eyes met those of the gunman, he saw anger swimming with those depths along with intense anxiety. "Man, don't do anything stupid. They're okay."
Vincent said nothing still. He simply turned away from his comrade and looked towards the entrance of the base that stood a few yards away. He could feel Chaos' desire to attack those who held their little ninja. Who knew what was happening to her and the though that she could be suffering now, was almost more than he could handle.
Before he realized it, he could feel his body moving forth, the sound of Barret's voice telling him to stop was ignored. He had waited for this for far too long, it seemed. There was nothing else on his mind but to get Yuffie back to safety and take out the men who were behind this whole mess.
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Barret cursed and motioned for the soldiers to hold their positions as he adjusted his earpiece and hit a button on his hip. "Spike, we got a problem."
It took a moment but the blond's hushed voice came over the line. "What's going on Barret?"
"Vincent took off and went in tha base." He said, knowing that everyone on their encrypted channel would be able to hear him. "Should we hold off for now or go?"
"Hold off. Vincent can handle himself and knows the risks." Cloud looked over to the two soldiers that were working quickly behind him. "The second set of charges is almost set. They've confirmed that there is an access point here that will put us inside the base. Do not go before the signal is given."
"If anything," Tifa broke in. "Vincent will clear the way a bit, but everyone, be careful." She said.
Barret could hear muffled voices on his line but couldn't hear what was said. "What's he sayin?"
"He's almost done setting the charges." Cloud said as he watched the men work with the explosives. "This may work to our advantage…If Vincent can get Yuffie, Elmyra and the boy, if he can, out of harms way, we can just take them out."
Barret, Tifa and Cid nodded in understanding as they listened.
"Vincent, if you can hear me, you have," The blond looked to the soldier who signaled to him. "Nine minutes before we head in."
There was a brief pause before they received an answer.
"Understood." Came the quiet, flat voice over the line.
Tifa frowned at the tone of his voice. She knew just from the sound of his voice that he was sliding back into the Vincent they knew when he had first joined them…and she didn't blame him.
The woman that he cared about was yet again, in the hands of a madman…several, in this case. Not only that, but a second innocent woman and child were affected as well.
The fighter struggled against the heavy sensation in her chest before pushing it away. Right now, she needed to concentrate but hoped things worked out for Vincent and Yuffie…and their budding relationship.
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Crimson eyes narrowed in disgust, a chill running down his spine as he watched the two men before him. He was grateful for the high collar of his cloak because the scent of putrid sweat, alcohol and cigarettes wafted of them, assaulting his overly sensitive nose. However, that was only the beginning of his disgust.
He watched as the man on the right pulled a hypodermic needle out of his pocket and began to draw up the cloudy liquid that his partner had been cooking in a dirty, blackened spoon. The needle was brought up and pierced the oily looking skin. A flash of blood entered syringe before half of its contents were injected into his vein.
The soiled needle with the now cloudy red liquid was passed to the second man, who had been slapping his equally dirty arm with the tainted spoon. Vincent closed his eyes for a moment as the man shot up, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips. The foulness of what had just happened along with hi extreme dislike of needles was beginning to get to him, though he showed no outward signs of distress.
"Where'd the fuck you get dis from?" The raven haired man on the right asked as he leaned against the wall, his eyes lolling closed as the toxic chemicals he put into his body relaxed him. "This is some good shit!"
The brown haired man beside him actually giggled as the drug washed over him. "Remember Domino?" He asked and got a nod. "That son of a bitch got sweet on some bitch livin' near Condor. She kicked the bucket and he's been livin' at her place. That's where his lab is. Dude produces some heavy shit."
"How'd she die?" The raven-haired man asked.
"Well, the bit thought she could leave him high and dry and…she had a lil accident."
The other man laughed harder. "How little was her accident?"
"She fell on his knife…seven times!"
Vincent had more than enough. Red eyes were glowing fiercely as he came out of hiding. Death penalty came down hard on the skull of the raven-haired man, immediately sending him into darkness. The second man didn't stand a chance, nor did he have a chance to alert anyone in his drug-induced state.
Gold flashed in the dim light of the corridor as Vincent's metal appendage crashed into the brown haired man's jaw, the effect, slamming the opposite side of his head collided with the wall, causing him to join his buddy on the ground.
Hard crimson eyes glared down at the pair as he holstered his weapon. Vincent took a moment to look for a place to bind and stash the bodies and soon found what looked to be a utility closet. He quickly moved over to the door and pulled it open before returning to the men. He promptly grabbed them both by the hair and dragged them into the closet. He could hear their hair giving way and being pulled from their scalps, but he didn't care. What pain they would experience upon waking was nothing compared to what he believed they deserved.
After the men were bound and gagged, Vincent slipped from the room and made his way down the dimly lit corridors until he came to a room where a group of men were suppose to be watching the closed circuit monitors that sent information from various areas of the base, but were currently playing poker, occasionally looking up at the screens for signs of trouble.
The gunman leaned against the door as he heard a chair scrap against the concrete floor. A gruff voice was heard saying he had to take a leak, causing the gunman to push against the door, surprising slightly when it popped open.
As the man exited the room, Vincent closed the door for the room he had just entered. Heavy footsteps could be heard going past the room. Claret eyes saw easily in the darkness of the room and was instantly unimpressed with the skills of Zade's men when it came to security. But then again, he knew he couldn't expect much from a bunch of drug addicts, thieves, murderers and rapists. It all worked to his advantage though. Vincent had stumbled upon the breaker room, which housed the recorders for the monitors in the adjacent room.
Knowledge gained during his various covert operations while in the Turks proved to be invaluable at times like this. Within the darkness of the room, the gunman began rewinding the tapes that were in the recorders. Crimson eyes glanced around the room and near the breaker switch, found a blueprint of the bases' layout. Though he could see the map easily, he reached into his pocket and removed a penlight, and quickly studied the map. The gunman noted the course he was going to take to the lab area and estimating where Cloud and his team had placed the charges.
He then moved to the power breakers and began pressing a series of buttons and flipping switches, causing the lights to flicker ominously. He then moved to the breaker and plunged all except for the lab, which had its own generator, into darkness.
He could hear the shouts of alarm before he turned the power back on and quickly pushed play on the recorders. Power to the monitors were turned on a moment later so that they wouldn't be able to see the tell-tale 'play' that popped on the screen when the tapes started. Vincent moved to the door and pulled it open, listening to the argument in the other room.
"Calm the fuck down! The power's back on now! You dumb asses act like that hasn't happened before!" Shorty, the man who had been there when the new men were brought into their base.
"Dats dis lil bitch! He acts like he afraid of da dark!"
"Shut the hell up! I ain't afraid of the fuckin' dark! You stole my damn chips when the lights went out! Give em back!"
The sound of fighting reached Vincent's ears, giving him his queue to leave. He checked his materia carefully as the sounds of a full out brawl between the two arguing men ensued. He entered the hallway and continued to make his way towards the lab. Crimson eyes glanced down the military-style watch.
'7:00 minutes remaining…'o-o-Authors Note-o-o
Next chapter is done, will be posted tomorrow! More extensive AN in next chappy!
Love you all!
Ezzy
10/04/07
Edited because of change in formatting. Also re-numbering chapters. Minor content edits.