stoneblood (stoneblood) wrote in awoken_rp, @ 2016-08-25 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: benjamin locke, character: lenaya bishop, rating: r, status: complete, status: in progress, type: private, warning: other |
Roses and Flash Bangs
Date: August 2, 2031 (Backdated)
Time: 02:00 AM
Location: Chinatown, off Canal Street
Characters: Ben Locke, Lenaya Bishop
Description: A firefight is not an appropriate anniversary activity
Status/Rating: Private, complete, R for violence
They stacked up silently outside the tenement building, its windows sullenly dark, in contrasts to the vibrant lights of the district only blocks away. Indeed, the whole street seemed still and tense, as if it were waiting for something to happen.
Locke shifted the grip on his sidearm, steadying his arm to point it at the ground as he quietly thumbed off the safety, and thought that it had been waiting for them. His team moved into position fluidly, the same way that they had done a dozen times before. Chavez stood directly opposite him, his eyes obscured by a visor that fed tactical information to his eyes. He silently thanked whatever god was listening that the wyrdstorm had finally abated last night, allowing them to use the tech again - this piece in particular was a prototype that the department was field-testing for Mei-Sing, which probably also accounted for the unusual level of cooperation they'd received from the corporation in planning this raid.
To Chavez's right, Reagan stood quietly, and he could feel a slight buzz in the back of his skull as she readied her magic. She was Awoken, the only one in this particular squad - normally, Locke liked to keep his agents human where possible. But she'd scored highly in her class at Quantico, and he'd agreed to give her a chance. He hadn't regretted it. She was disciplined, brave, and strong in a fight. Even if she was a witch.
Behind him, Petersen readied his combat shotgun, loaded with rubber rounds. They wanted to take the renegade Awoken inside alive if possible, but he was carrying live rounds. He'd seen this too many times, the MO all the suspects inside had displayed, and he didn't suspect that they'd come quietly. As such, he'd switched out his Malleus bullets, loaded with the incapacitating toxin, for steel-jacketed ones instead.
These were bad customers. At least three, probably four or five Awoken, all of whom were suspected of a string of grisly robberies and murders. The details were... graphic, to say the least. They were exactly what the DMS had been formed to counter - Awoken who used their abilities to victimise others.
He knew that Lena, who was standing behind Petersen, wouldn't approve. But it was his job to get the witches, and to make sure his men and women made it home. Particularly her, given that in about two minutes, it would be their anniversary.
He keyed his earpiece to the frequency they both used for private communication, and glanced back at her.
"Next year, I promise, it'll be dinner and champagne."