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Gemma Morrow (g__morrow) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2011-12-05 03:24:00

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*complete, 2011 12, character: alexis castle, character: april kepner, character: brian kinney, character: derek morgan, character: dominic vail, character: eliot spencer, character: emily prentiss, character: g callen, character: john connor, character: marty deeks, character: nell jones, character: robert callen, character: sam hanna, character: savannah monroe, character: sean hanna, character: tim riggins, character: troy bolton, dead: alec hardison, dead: august anderson, dead: clay morrow, dead: eric beale, dead: gemma morrow, dead: harvey specter, dead: henrietta lange, dead: jenna hanna, dead: kensi blye, dead: leon vance, dead: michael westen, dead: mike renko, dead: mike ross, dead: neal caffrey, dead: nick green, dead: parker, dead: penelope garcia, dead: penny hall, dead: sheldon cooper, dead: spencer reid, dead: tyra collette

RP: THE ATTACK
Who: Everyone
Where: Tujunga/Brooklyn
When: 12:24 am PST/03:24am EST, late Sunday/early Monday December 4/5
Summary:It was only a matter of time

There was one thing that this dimension was proving. Superpowers or not, some people just fucking sucked as criminal, and this one was shit at covering his tracks, or maybe he didn't give a shit, although Gemma couldn't understand that. Even when they had the sheriff in the pocket, the Sons always tried to cover their tracks. The point was that finding this man wasn't as difficult as it should have been if he had a fucking brain.

A few contacts, some smoozing with an MC, and they got the information they needed. Mr. Idiotic Terrorist liked to be at a bar in Tujunga. Bars were something that they could do. They went together with Westen and Caffrey, parked the two in a corner where they wouldn't stand out too much and then they went out the back to cover the back and also because plenty of deals were made there, and it was always good to know the pulse of the situation.

They'd been there for about fifteen minutes when Westen texted them that Mr. Terrorist was there. This should have been a breeze. Go in, seduce him, drug him, take him away. Really simple, except nothing was ever simple. They were going back inside when Gemma saw the soldiers, all dressed in black, screaming and looking around. She stopped and backed out before Clay could even get inside. She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn't going to stand there, not that she would have had the chance. This was a biker bar. No one came inside and messed with them, not even soldiers or whoever they were. Shots from guns and rifles started immediately, followed by more screaming.

"Get a bike," she hissed to Clay, while she peeked in front the window. "Shit." If she'd had any doubt about who they were looking for, she had none know. She ran on the dirty ground, stones trapped between the soles and the heels of her boots. "They are looking for us; guys are dead. Let's get the fuck out," she said as she got on the bike. She fished inside Clay's pocket and tossed the phone away, and then pulled out her own, the one test message with all the numbers was right there, and she typed a new message for everyone.

Under attack. Escape now!!!

Gemma tossed the phone. Now, they could use the backroads to reach the safehouse in Kern County.

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Troy/Nell/Hetty

t_bolton
2011-12-04 06:05 am UTC (link)

It took a few moments before the buzz from the phone even registered. Sure there were protocols and drills, but until a few weeks ago, the alarm meant going to the gym, not being attack. And was this real or a drill?

Troy was so out of it, but he got dressed and got his bag and then went out of his room, trying to find Nell and Hetty and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do, because now that it was happening, he couldn't imagine shooting anyone. Fuck, he couldn't even shoot straight yet. What if he killed Nell or Hetty by mistake?

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Re: Troy/Nell/Hetty

hetty_lange
2011-12-04 06:58 am UTC (link)

They planned and they trained and the young men in charge fretted over being ready and Hetty knew they were never going to be ready. Not with new people coming in haphazardly, so many youngsters who'd never seen anything to remotely compare it too. But, they would do what they could and when the text came, the time for fretting was over.

Preparations were in place and it should have been an easy matter of gathering their things and leaving. Still, nothing was ever easy. Almost as soon as she was ready to go, she picked up the sleep-addled thoughts of her youngest charge as he wandered further into the house instead of away from it. Nell was just about ready to go. Hetty would just take Mr. Bolton through with her and fast.

It was as she stepped into the hall to grab the young man by the arm and pull him through her room to escape that she heard them, them, their muffled thoughts as they approached, saw the first of them rise up outside the window behind Mr. Bolton.

"Bolton! Move!" She had no shot with the young man in the way, though her pistol was out instantly. "Miss Jones!" Nell's room was on the same side as their attacker was approaching. They'd all have to go out the other side.

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Re: Troy/Nell/Hetty

t_bolton
2011-12-04 07:18 am UTC (link)

Troy moved although he wasn't sure where he was supposed to move to, and before he could question her, everything happened at once. Nell came out of the room, soldiers arrived almost after her. He moved, just like Hetty had said, but he could still feel the sting of something hitting his arms, and everything becoming a little fuzzy.

Nell was pulling him forward, out of a window and into more chaos. There were gun shots behind him, and he was sure that he was supposed to do something, but it was hard to do; in fact, even talking seemed hard to do.

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Re: Troy/Nell/Hetty

hetty_lange
2011-12-04 07:45 am UTC (link)

Bolton didn't move fast enough. Hetty knew he was hit the moment his thoughts scattered. But, it was the triumphant thought of the operative now coming through the window that made her blood run cold. They were shooting tranquilizers, not lead. This wasn't the termination mission they'd all expected. It was a capture mission. The lab needed some new rats.

In an instant her decision was made. She couldn't let these young people fall into the hands of the scientists who'd caused this mess.

The men coming might be shooting to stun, as the saying went, but Hetty was more ruthless than they likely had counted on. As Nell pushed Bolton through the window in Hetty's room, Hetty opened fire on the intruders. The first one of them went down as she moved further into the house, drawing the fire of the rest. She hit another, though not fatally. Her mind was split, listening for the thoughts of the rest of the denizens of the building. When she was sure they were outside, she reached into her pocket, simultaneously firing twice more.

But, those were only cover shots to give her time. Sending a silent apology to those she knew would take her actions badly, she pressed the trigger for the explosives that would take her and the men inside with her out of this fight for good.

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Re: Troy/Nell/Hetty

nell_jones
2011-12-12 04:19 am UTC (link)

Coughing, Nell forced her eyes open to find herself laying on her right side, go back underneath her with something poking sharply into her ribs. Or was that her rib poking into her organs? She wasn't sure. It felt like it, though it probably wasn't. But, oh God everything hurt. What happened?

Pushing herself to sit up, she cried out softly as a shooting pain tore through her left side. Her hand went to the site of the pain and came away sticky with blood. Looking down, she could see a long, deep gash down her side, the piece of a window that had cut it still embedded in her hip. And now, she could see holes burned through her sleeves. Gasping a little each time she moved, she turned to look behind her and saw the building on fire.

Or, what remained of it was smoldering.

Then everything came rushing back. She'd been trying to get Troy out while Hetty held them off. "Troy?" She saw him not far away. "Hetty?" She didn't see Hetty. Turning her head frantically she could just make out the shapes of others. Had Mike Ross been running toward them? She couldn't remember. But, in no direction did she see Hetty.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Had Hetty-?

She couldn't think of that now. There were other explosions going off, people running in this direction. They had to get out. Now.

Trying to stand, she realized she'd missed the pain in her ankle about the time it gave under her. But, it was alright. Going to her knees reminded her she might have a broken rib. "Troy." She stopped as another cough took her breath away. "Troy, we have to go."

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