marcus (_drac) wrote in missionreports, |
The chatter through the coms was disorganized but that wasn't uncommon. What made it inauspicious was the lack of mundane or casual chatter. Each super's surprise were bells peeling off of the other. Realization bloomed through the party like white cotton meeting blood. Everything was going sideways. Dragon had been forced to take cover behind shipping pallets much like Gemini, craning to assess the layout of the beefed up variables and his other team mates.
Steele's voice tickled Dragon's inner ear as she relayed orders. They were a bit obvious but held true to Occam's Razor. Though it was a bit irritating to see Onslaught dragging Phantom's dead body about like a second place trophy, he still found the morbid silver lining. "It could always be raining," he mumbled over the coms but meant for himself. Dragon was irritated about the obvious power dampener somewhere in the room. It frightened him if he was being perfectly honest as a seeping wound to his left shoulder seeped the reality of the situation.
Pulling out the Beretta strapped to his thigh, Dragon grit his teeth and fired back at the Scuito men trying to box in his team. Bring a handgun to a semiautomatic rife fight. That teaches him to be so reliant on his fucking powers. He dropped the empty mag to the ground before excruciatingly bringing his left hand to meet his forearm where a striker tailored into the cuff of his suit met the flint there at his inner forearm. Heat charged molecules from the friction was all Dragon needed, fire poured from his arching hand. It provided just enough distraction, just enough cover to move to Onslaught, Gemini, and Phantom's departed body.
His back slammed into another pallet of crates just as he heard the weak static of Phantom's warning before another shit storm of bullets rained down upon them. "Phantom, find what's giving us the handicap!" He yelled, always wondering if that girl could hear him wherever she was. Dragon looked over at Onslaught, "I do hate when you ask for a date, this always happens." He turned to see the press of men and opened fire with a fresh clip. It was clear they were ordered to round up and contain. They were doing a wonderful job, too. "Blitz. Backlash. Come up behind them and break through. Use tactical if you have to but I want a hole." Dragon loathed to call the cavalry.