I know I'm late and I'm sorry but life is life.
I own nothing
Words:
Your decisions make you
Your actions define you
And your past determines your future.
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*Bing*
Everyone's attention was immediately place on the opening elevator.
"Move" Michael shoved Vivian out the elevator. Looking to leader 1, ignoring the people spread out on the floor. "Perimeter secure"
"Yeah! We're fit to go" 1 said.
"Then let's get out of here. The cops should be on there way by now. Let's not stick around" he said grabbing Vivian by the arm and leading her near the front door.
"You heard him ladies, we're out of here." 1 said moving backwards towards the entrance. Keeping an eye on the civilians in case they tried anything while his men made to file out of the building and guard the way to the SUV's. "You do anything even remotely suspicious and you'll find yourself full if lead"
Seeing the last of his people out he got out himself, Michael and Vivian following close behind.
`Get a move on. You got 30 seconds till the cops get there. Twenty units are on route, we'll slow them down for you` Markov's voice came through 1's radio.
"Shit we got company on the way. Lets go, LETS GO, LETS GO" 1 shout rushing to and entering the cars his men following suit with Michael putting Vivian in the back seat, between him and leader 2.
The drivers wasted no time in hitting the gas as soon as the doors closed, throttling forward and out of the compound.
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+Markov+
There were a few things Markov was proud of in his forty years of life. The metals he achieved from his country during his time in their army, his ability to see through lies which has saved his life on more than one occasion, his prowess/reputation in the black market, his leadership skills that made him what he was today, and the fact that he was still alive even given his current profession. Though his profession shouldn't have had him dead, the fact that he's an ex- class 3 N.R.A. agent gone AWOL should.
The N.R.A. or Norse Response Agency was Russia's CIA, that dealt with pretty much the same efficiency as the the Americans. With the difference being that they didn't exist. Unlike the rest of agencies who flaunt their badges to gain authority and access to high level information and weaponry , the N.R.A. prided itself in its discreet operations and handling. It even had non Russian agents as spies in other agencies and some in high political positions. Board members, politicians, and people High enough to gain access to sensitive information but low enough to not get caught doing it.
But Markov was part of the assault unit. The Janitors/ The Vikings. The ones that make people disappear, clean up large scale messes, take care of idiots dumb enough to leave the company, civil wars that type of shit.
And you DON'T leave the agency. You can of course retire, but in that case the agency can still pull you back for selective missions so it was more of a...vacation of sorts. So it was a well known fact, that when you go against the agency you tend not to live long. You'd probably have a few hours after they find out. Three maybe five days at most before they find you. And they will find you its was just a matter of time, and how stupid you are trying to get away.
It was only through years of experience and tracking down rouge agents that allowed Markov to be the first person to successfully leave the agency, he knew the system. Not to say he got out unscathed. Hell no. He almost died four times before finally getting away and he had the scars from bullet wounds to prove it. It was not fun being on the receiving end of the Vikings that was for sure. Ouch.
So when a mission like this was given...
Dboof
Skkrrrriiii
Crash
A series of police cars crashed into one another after the first's tires were bursted from road spikes. And the rest tried to stop one to be pushed by the rest behind them.
To easy.
He smirked slightly at at his work, bringing his hand to his earpiece.
"Route A is blocked, so is C use B then transfer to A after three miles"
`Understood, meet back at the check point in half an hour. Michael out` the radio went out.
"Alright" he got up from his crouched position on a nearby roof overseeing the crashed police cars. "Time to go, mission complete." He left the roof with that, heading to a parked black ActiveHybrid 7 BMW, which contained two more operatives, one in the front(driver) and in the back respectively.
And totally jinxing himself.
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*West Middleton docks*
Both SUV's parked near a closed warehouse. And at the docks was a Wana Bhum container ship.
The doors opened and the men once again filed out but with Vivian this time.
"Alright men, mission accomplished good job, now let's just hand the girl over when they get here and we'll get our pay" leader 2
"Yeah"
"Alright"
"Let's just get this over with"
"..."
"Finally, I need a drink"
"I think I can go for one to, Mike wanna hit a bar or strip club when we're done"
"...eh sure why not I can use a drink and some...entertainment"
Was the collective response of the men gathered. And Vivian still held captive by Michael.
"Alright look alive men, here they come" leader 1
And indeed there was a light coming in beside the warehouse with the roar of a engine, difference being... it wasn't a car engine and that put them slightly more on guard then they already were. But even then... that didn't put them anywhere ready enough for what was about to happen.
Thump
Bbeeepppp
Everyone looked towards the noise to see an arrow embedded in the side of 1's SUV.
"What the fuck"
"Is that a bloody arrow"
"Is that thing beeping"
Beep
Tbooshirshs
Next thing they knew there was a flash of light, a ringing in their ears and then...
Darkness
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After reaching back to his bike a good length away, during which the men had filed out the SUVs and were rushing inside, Ron proceeded to to open the bag he brought and double check his equipment making sure he didn't forget anything, especially with those idiots having guns in their hands. He had to make that if this went to shit, there would be little to no casualties, so when he 'tripped' he planted a small sticky tracker under one of their SUVs. Plus it would help in tracking their movements when(not if) he finished rescuing Vivian, and maybe find out why they kidnapped her in the first place.
'Well almost kidnapped her anyway.' He thought while doing a quick change, his new threads consisting of:
Boots
Highlander Sympatec Forces Boot (discontinued, but available in UK 8, 12)Not Confirmed
Custom leather gaiter w/ rear zipper
Joe Rocket Super Street/Meteor/Sonic Boot Buckles
Pants
(front)
(back)
Main-Navy/Midnight Blue patterned stretch textile fabric
Side and inner panels- Black nylon Cordura (1000D)
Knees- Black nylon Cordura (1050D)
Knee back-Black leather (smooth)
Elastic straps- Left 1.5" non-rolled / Right 1.5" braided and .75" non-rolled
Leg buckles- Left 1.5" Loop buckles/1.5" Double bar D Rings / Right 1.5"-.75" reducing buckle times 2 (one for the front and one for the back)
2-1" Austrial pin slide lock buckle and a custom tooled leather piece (used as a mating buckle between the pants and vest) / 1" elastic strap non-rolled
Belt Buckle-Side release with a center "nub"
Hooded Vest
Burgundy panels- Keprotec (Kevlar/Cordura tensile)
Shoulders- laminated vinyl
Buckles-Smaller versions of the belt buckle w/ 1" non-rolled elastic strap
Upper panels/Lower panels and collar- Black nylon Cordura (1050D)
"Kidney" ribbing / collar accent- Black leather matching the knee panel detail(smooth)
Piping for the entire costume- Black leather non-corded (smooth) medallion-urethane or PVC with an additional (cut just below the elbow) black long sleeve under armor shirt.
Quiver
Custom 3D print w/ fabric details added or painted to match
Bow
Hoyt Buffalo-heavily modded with 3D print detail, hinges/sight and elastic string
Armguard(s)
2-Beiter Armguard Soft
Finger Tabs
black leather finger cups w/tan leather "dots" / black leather wrist cuff w/ 2 black line 24 snaps / maroon leather centerpiece attached to three hasps with black elastic.
And lastly a lower face mask, specifically designed to stick your face with the inability to come off unless take a certain way and also to filter the air without hindering ones breathing, or looking bulky, though he had no idea what material it was made it fitted quite comfortably on his face.
Keeping track of them was relatively easy even with their pace, maneuvers and him keeping a significant distance between them, he didn't even have to use the tracker. These people were good but they weren't that good, or was it just him...(shrug). And though he didn't realize it he got quite the few looks when people saw him riding in such an outfit. They had went down Barnes street, made a turn to the 22th, sped through traffic for about a 3 miles, crossed to the 24th and stopped through a abandoned alleyway where they proceeded to peel off the black paint of the SUV's to reveal a red(for the first) and silver(for the second) paint underneath and change plates. After that they went at a more casual pace, traveling back to the 24th before traveling up to the warehouse/docking district.
Reaching the docks minutes behind them, Ron switched off the lights of his bike as to not alert them before continuing on to a nearby crate lift and parking his bike there.
It was also from there that he was able to spot rather easily, and watched as they got out of the SUVs and...talked. Some about getting drinks, others about taking a break and...strip clubs. Seriously.
'Whatever! Its time to go to work'
He pressed the gadget change attachment on his right arm, adding a flashbang to his main point arrow, or in simpler words his first row. Drawing back the arrow and taking aim, his breathing couldn't help but quicken at what he was about to do, his grip loosening slightly. His mind racing At what releasing that single arrow would mean, for him and the future.
Deny as he might, he knew that at some point there would be casualties. There will come a time when he would have to make a choice. Choices that could change everything. Even to a point where he'd have to choose who lives and who dies.
These types of men were no joke. They had weapons, guns and he was sure that if given the chance they wouldn't hesitate to use them. Innocent lives will be lost, families separated, and he would have to live with that until the day he dies.
'But regardless of whether or not I do this, nothing will change. Its the reason I decided on this path after all, to make a difference.'
He found strength with this. 'This is no time to hesitate, if I see someone in need I'll want to help them. If innocents are about to die I WILL SAVE THEM. No matter the concequence' He started to move towards them aim still true. 'I will continue forward, I won't look back. I have everything I need so there is nothing to fear.'
He released the arrow and it flew, embedding itself in the side of the SUV.
5 seconds
'This is who I am now'
3 seconds
'I will do what I can, and leave the rest to the police, I know I can't save everyone'
0 Tbooshirshs. (FLASH&RING)
He moved, decision already made.
'But I can sure as hell try'
The first were taken down simply enough by a hit to the back of his neck, the second a fist to the sternum, third and forth an elbow to the head and a hit to the chin.
But by the he was finished with them he had to block a rifle from hitting his face/mask, not even the slightest bit surprised he followed up by raising and hitting him under arm making it go limp, while moving to his side and punching him to the side of his face. Catching sight of movement to his left he dodged/spined forward. And not a moment to soon as a bullet pass just where his head was just a second ago, not planning on getting shot anytime today/tonight, he dodged another two shots as he got closer to the shooter(Michael by the way), he jumped forward dodging the forth and twisted in mid-air before landing behind him, hitting him in the back of his knees cause him to fall slightly, followed by grabbing and ringing his head/neck.
(please note: that the ringing of ones neck, if done correctly, does not in fact only kill you but can also be used to knock a person out. Do not try it at home. Or anywhere for that matter I have no intention of being sued or going to jail for giving away dangerous information. Thank you)
Down to the last he quickly grabbed Michael's pistol before throwing at last man stand, whom probably thought it was a good idea to take a hostage after witnessing all of his friends taken down, he turned towards Vivian right before his face caught the pistol. He recovered quickly enough to block the following kick to his face, feeling quite smug that he did something none of his team, a smug that was quickly and brutally wiped from his face when as soon as the leg retracted another was sweeping him off his feet before the first one came back with a vengeance, successfully smashing his face and knocking him out.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief as the last was taken down, mentally congratulating and giving himself a pat on the back at a job well done.
'Well mostly done now I just have to figure out what to do with you' he thought looking at Vivian who was on the ground next to the SUVs.
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Vivian
This by far was the craziest, scariest, and stupidest thing to have ever happen to her. Sure being framed for something she had no part in was Bad but this... This really, really took the cake.
Held at gun point by her 'date', being led to a lobby full of armed men, thrown in the backseat of an SUV, hands bound by FlexiCuffs, and a black bag thrown over her head.
Not to mention the multiple twist, turns and stops along the way, she didn't know if someone was following them, or if they somehow knew she was keeping track of their general direction and driving path. She did however lose track a couple times but backtracking on what she knew while simultaneously gaining new information was child's play for. She was a genius after all... Plus it helped that they stopped for a while before continuing. What for she didn't know but hey, never look a gifted horse in the mouth or it'll bite you or something like that.
That is until they finally made their last stop and Michael took her out the SUV. And things got a little weird after that, first those idiots started talking a bunch of bullshit about strip clubs, then there's was a thud of indented metal, the men began cursing about some kind of...arrow, a beeping noise, then ringing in her ears, after which there's was a bunch of grunts of pain, thuds, gun shots and the next thing she knows, someone is cutting the cuffs from her hands, and lastly a voice.
"Still, still, be still"
'What the hell is going on' she thought doing as he said.
"Listen closely. We don't have much time, more is coming as we speak, nod your head if you understand me"
She nodded.
"Good. Now I'm gonna take the bag off your head. When I do, I'll need you to do exactly what I sa-"
He didn't a chance to finish as he quickly grabbed Vivian before rolling over the hood of the SUV, as rapid gun fire rang out, bullets flying with a stray shot hitting him in his back.