Dmitriy Vitalievich heard someone rushing into the SoCred's cargo bay.
The Lt.Colonel ordered him, and the other fresh Lieutenant to move out. He grabbed Coalition Seeker Sniper rifle and run towards the newly cut entrance. He sneaked towards the control room's stairs. It was pretty dark, so it was almost impossible to catch his sight.
The control room's door was open, and Dmitriy could see a man sitting in a chair and smoking. He sneaked behind him, and hit hard on the head with the side arm. The man fall unconscious to the ground. Dmitriy closed the door behind him.
Let's take a look... Hmm... Those must be the door controls. And by this...
The bigger gates began to close slowly. Some of the workers didn't know what was happening and started shouting to each other. Dmitriy secured the sniper rifle on the edge of the control room's windows. He quickly started to search for the premier. As he couldn't see him he aimed at the leg of one of the workers who seemed to be giving orders.
Hearing the alarm he had no other chance. Those people have to get out of there. So he shot.
The bullet hit the ground before the man and he immediately started to run towards one of the closing gates. The others tried to follow him.
Dmitriy started to look for the premier again.
Where are you hiding?
Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.
Alvin smiled at Ling as he swept around a corner to face him. Nodding in gratitude as he took the Seeker rifle, arming the heavy sniper rifle he gestured for Ling to go up and over the containers, getting a more direct route. Katz slipped off his shoes, and nodded to the other Lt. to continue on as if he were Katz.
Padding quietly across the bay he quickly scaled a ladder, creeping along the scaffold to the catwalk he had noted earlier, setting into cover and fiddling with the sniper rifle's scope, he sighted in on the far door, the only other way out of the bay. Nodding as they began to shut.
"You're cut off Benny, how about you just surrender now, eh? Let's take you home, get that noggin of yours cracked open... sift about in the mush and get rid of all these... derrangements you have developed. Admit it, you'd be happier for it."
A gunshot. Brilliant, someone had started shooting already. The heavy steel doors slammed the cargo bay shut which starled Ling, none more so than the Premier ducking round to take the rifle off him. He jumped and breathed a sigh of relief. He handed the rifle over.
"Dui, we'll move up. Just don't... er... miss."
He moved up and closer to the "contact", he didn't know who this guy was yet and at this range he was nothing but a silloute in the dark.
"Baker, swing round to the right and ready your taser."
He poked his head round another corner where he saw the figure with a gun raised. Ling still had no idea why this guy was so important. He put the machine gun down and pulled out the taser from it's pouch on his ankle. He began charging it while trying to move closer to the contact.
As Ben aimed down the sights he noticed out of the corner of his eyes movement, slowly closing in at him from a distance before he lost in in the sea of containers.
Slowly pulling away from the container he took cover in he continued to move down the passage, keeping low to remain out of sight for as long as possible. Ben's mind went through the schematics again mentally, if what he heard form the gunshot is as he suspected, the primary access-routes were sealed off. Leaving him only one choice if he wanted to get out with his skin attached. Looking around to get his bearings he spotted the door, it was more of an access hatch than a door actually, it lead into a maintenance tube that led deeper into the station, mostly used by technicians trying to avoid the hustle and bustle of the main corridors to get to their stations.
With a chuckle he started to move towards the hatch. He could hear the one he saw briefly earlier getting closer before calling out.
"You know be better than that Alvin, I do not surrender, afterall I do not fight on your terms, you taught me that much." he stated before suddenly popping out of the cover of the containers, taking aim at Ling for a split second and letting off two rounds before dashing towards the hatch, closing fast and grasping the handle with one hand before yanking it open. The chase was on.
You little.. He ducked behind another container. One of the rounds the contact had let off flew mere millimeters above his head. The situation couldn't warrant radio silence any more.
"Premier, are you still wanting this one alive!?"
Before he could wait for a reply, more gunshots were emanating from the control room and from in the bay itself.
"To hell with it."
He poked his head up and fired the taser at the contact.
Dmitriy spotted the premier in one of the upper catwalks. He followed his sight, and saw the contact running towards a hatch. He could hit the target. But suddenly someone rushed in the control room. While turning towards the door he grabbed his sidearm aiming directly at the head of the women stepping in. She was surprised to see a ducking man at the consoles with a sniper rifle. Actually she froze.
As Dmitriy saw the she is unarmed and must be one of the workers he shouted at her:
-Get the hell out of here!
The woman left the room immediately, and Dmitriy started searching for the target again.
Damn it...
He couldn't see the target any more.
Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.
If it's foolhardiness or the man with the Tazer that spurred him on he wouldn't remember, diving through the hatch at his top speed he almost made it through unscathed, however a shot from the rifle penetrated his left arm, shattering bone upon impact and causing a spray of blood to come forth, Ben functioning mostly on adrenaline now pushed past the agony he was feeling, each movement as he scrambled down the shaft feeling like a thousand hot needles being jabbed into his arm.
But he could not give up! Not without an escape first. As he reached the end he pushed the handle down with the hand holding the pistol, grunting in pain as arcs shot up his arm from the torture he was putting on his body, he stumbled into a small room, in the center was a ladder leading up or down, three more hatches that led to different sections lay before him, making a snap decision he stumbled towards the hatch on the right and flung it open, ducking into it while his left arm continued to bleed, shutting the hatch behind him he took a brief moment to tear a part of his cloak and tying it tightly around the wound, after a brief inspection he frowned heavily, sweat starting to mat his brow from the exertion he was putting upon himself. Unless he got treated soon he would lose his arm...Shaking his head out of such morbid thoughts he continued to scramble down the shaft and hopefully towards the Habitat wing.
Dmitriy grabbed the rifle and put it on his back. Holding his sidearm he rushed out of the control room. Sliding down the ladder he run up against the women hiding in one of the shadows.
-Stay there!
He fastened his steps towards the hatch between the containers. He pulled out his com.
-This is Vitalievich. Colonel, I lost him. Moving towards the hatch. May need backup. Over.
He ducked behind one of the smaller containers, where he could clearly see the hatch. There was no sign of the target. He slowly approached. There was blood on the right side of the entrance. A lot of blood. Must be a very grave wound.
-The target escaped through the hatch. He is wounded. Awaiting orders. Should I follow him?
Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.
Katz cursed, his shot had been a couple of inches wide, but it still meant that Warner was injured, and given the effectiveness of a Seeker, he was going to be seriously messed up.
Shrugging off his leather jacket, he sprinted across the catwalks, jumping down onto the top of the containers, as Ling slipped through the hatch ahead of him. Naturally they were going to wind up in the bowels of the station, and given the fact that the station was still undergoing repairs after the Corsair assault, it was going to be a tight, deadly and unpredictable environment.
He nearly slipped on the bloody deck outside the hatch, keeping his rifle close, as he poked his head inside the hatch, looking at the blood on the wall. Down it was.
There was more gunfire behind him, zoners were beginning to wake to the realization that something was wrong in bay three. Time was running out.
He nodded as he jogged down the steps, into the pipes and steam valves of the underworks, a trickle of sweat curling its way down his back. Before him lay an engineering labyrinth, a maze of machinery and ducting. Warner was somewhere in the depths, Ling hot on his heels... and any number of pitfalls and dangers ahead.
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