Flashpoint Rio: II Who: Rhodey, OT SHIELD What: Gun blazing bad-assery! Where: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil When: (Backdated) Tuesday Oct 16th, 0638 hours Rating: R for intense combat Notes: Part 2 of War Machine's mission in Brazil. I assume no one will tag into this one, if they do, hurray, if not, its part II of an ongoing narrative.
War Machine plummeted out of the dawn sky above Rio de Janeiro, sunlight glinting off titanium and steel. He didn't need his repulsors, instead allowing his thousand pound armour pull him down toward his target. Rochina, the tallest of the hills ringing the city. Sprawling beneath him, Favelas- as far as the eye could see. The slums rose up toward him at an alarming rate, and he put out his hands, firing his repulsors to slow his rapid descent.
Slamming into the hard stone ground of a concrete basketball court, Rhodey went down to one knee as he absorbed the momentum from his impact. Before he could even stand, machine gun fire ricocheted off his shoulder, trailing up across his helmet. His targeting system scanned the ramshackle area, identifying six civilians retreating in fear. Red targeting reticules highlighted men armed with AK-47's converging on his position. These men were clearly used to being raided, and weren't afraid of fighting back.
SHIELD are going to need a clear landing zone
"A.R.M.O.U.R. give me a 30 foot perimeter marking" he said, as he raised his arms and unleashed controlled bursts from the machine pistols mounted on his wrists. A blue overlay arced around him in 360 degrees- cutting through buildings as though they weren't there. With a blink at the right command icon, War Machine's jet pack activated, raising him into the air, but leaving his arms free. Spinning, he unleashed blasts of assault rifle fire from his forearms, sending plumes of dust into the air as the bullets tore into brick and mortar. Blood spattered across a street as one gunmen took two bullets to the chest. The minigun on Rhodes' shoulder rotated of its own volition- and began to whir. Seconds later, orange fire erupted from the tip as tracer rounds burned trails through the air.
Smoke and gunfire filled the air, as War Machine spun two dozen feet above the ground, firing all around him. Though it might appear he was firing indiscriminately, Rhodes was in total control. Countermeasures designed by men far smarter than James (Tony) calculated the potential for civilian casualties and prevented his weapons from firing if the danger was too great. The gunfire abruptly stopped, and War Machine stopped spinning, hovering in midair. All around him, SHIELD agents in assault gear landed around him- cutting parachutes and establishing tactical perimeters. Waiting a few moments, War Machine finally descended, turning his head toward the SHIELD team leader as they approached.
"I've got 28 tangos inbound, at least four are unarmed" he twisted his head, staring with glowing red eyes. "Tactical analysis suggests their mutants." He raised his arms, ejecting spent magazines from each wrist. "Leave this to me" he said, his synthesized voice sounding distinctly inhuman... . . .