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Natalia ([info]the_black_widow) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2017-11-13 19:27:00
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Who: Nat, Jessica and Ozma
What: Tornados and bad guys oh my
When: Back during the RvB plot
where: A place with storms
status: complete
Rating: PG13


This was better than the day before, Natasha decided. The number of people she’d come upon engaged in happy naked fun times had gotten ridiculous, and she’d barely made it to Stahma in time before she’d given in herself.

Though by better, it wasn’t by much. She’d driven from a clear, sunny day, right into something out of The Day After Tomorrow. Reverse, and clear. Drive forward five feet, the weatherpocaplyse.

Decided that some people might actually need help, Natasha continued forward, until a heavy gust drove her into a flooded street. She cracked the window, then smashed it, and climbed out onto the roof.

A bullet grazed her shoulder and she dropped to her knees, cursing vividly.



Jessica had gotten back into the habit of carrying her gun with her everywhere she went in Orange County ever since the zombie outbreak, and it was a good thing with these soldiers around. It had been more effective with the zombies than it was now but - enough shots fired into them would take them down. Unfortunately the wind was making some of her shots go off but she could only hope and pray that she didn’t hit any innocent bystanders.

She had just fired off another shot when the wind picked up again, sending her shot off to the side and she cursed, turning when she heard someone cursing from that direction. She noticed the woman on the roof of the car, cursing and bleeding from a wound and Jess cursed again, louder this time as she put the safety on and headed towards her, keeping an eye out for more soldiers. She stopped a little bit away from the car. “You gonna be okay?”



Somehow, an accidental flesh wound was worse. Natasha barely stopped a laugh. “I’m fine, I’ve had much worse.”

Gauging the distance, she straightened, backed to the roof of the car, and then darted forward. Flipping through the air, she landed in a crouch, not far from the other woman.

It was just in time, the flood picked up and her car was dragged off.

A gust nearly knocked her over as she stood up. “We need to get to high ground, and off the streets.”



Jess couldn’t help but watch in awe as the other woman managed that flip. Under normal circumstances she’d have given off a little whistle but this was not normal circumstances. She reached out with one hand in case the woman needed help steadying herself. Or even just wanted it. “Agreed. I’ve been trying to stay out of the way of these soldiers and help people. Not sure if it’s the drawback or benefit of being raised by a cop.” She said with a half smile. She’d been keeping in touch with her parents as much as she’d been able to, making sure they were safe and letting them know she was. And that Doug was okay. She didn’t know exactly where her boyfriend was right now but she trusted that he was someplace helping people himself. And hopefully keeping himself safe.

She looked around, checking her pocket to make sure she hadn’t lost her ammo in everything going on. “There might be some office buildings we can use.”



Natasha did take the hand so she could stand. With the wind, it was actually a miracle she hadn’t been picked up and blown away. “It helps, though in this town we sometimes need every bullet we can get.”

She nodded, and started towards the building, drawing her own pistol as she did so. The roar of a freight train drew her attention down the street as a tornado touched down. Another touched down a block to the west and Natasha actually gaped for a moment. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”



Jess followed the other woman’s gaze. “When was the last time there were tornadoes in Orange County?” She asked, tracking the movement of the funnels with her eyes. If they stayed on the path they were on - they’d be heading right for the office building. “Because that’s what those are right? I’m not hallucinating them?”



“I’ll google that later.” Natasha hadn’t seen one since she’d moved there. A tornado could happen anywhere, they were just very rare in certain areas. She looked around, trying to find some place safe. All the safest places, such as a nearby underpass and the office building’s underground garage, were flooded. “Getting below ground isn’t an option, we need to put as much building between us and those tornados as possible.”



“More important things to worry about right now,” Jess said, keeping an eye out for more of those soldiers. And anyone else who was out in this mess. “And manage to not drown. Whoever’s dreams this is from? I hope they get a handle on it soon.” The buildings, the soldiers - all of it was pointing to dream crossover. She saw a building a little bit further away. “Think we can make it there before they make it to here?” She asked, pointing in that direction. It would be a little bit of a run but it might be doable. She was definitely going to start working out more after all this. The OC was definitely showing her right now that she needed to get into some regular schedule with the gym.



“Good idea.” Natasha nodded at her, intending to keep Jessica ahead of her. With this wind, and not knowing her capabilities, she wanted her where she could see her, so she could have a better chance of helping her.

Of course, Nat needed to help herself first, the wind blowing rain sideways and water at her ankles, even as they made their way up hill.

Shooting the tornado was a bad idea, but lord was she tempted. “If it drops a house on us I’m sueing.”



Jess let out a small laugh when she heard that comment about dropping a house on them. “If we start seeing winged monkeys - I’ll keep an eye out for houses coming at us.” She was trying to watch the soldiers and the storm both as they made their way towards the building. God she didn’t want to run into anymore of them. She almost slipped thanks to the mud and the wind but she caught herself. Barely.



“Can’t shoot a house.” In this wind the bullet could come back and hit them anyway. Natasha kicked the door in, hoping to find safety inside. Instead, six mercenaries were huddled inside for safety. Rather than risk firing another bullet in this wind, Natasha ran in, leaping over the first one and flipping him with her thighs. The second she punched and shocked with her wrist weapons.



Jess grinned over her shoulder at Natasha when she said you couldn’t shoot a house. “No winged monkeys and neither of us are wearing ruby slippers so I think we’re safe.” She stepped out of the way when Natasha moved to kick the door in and without a moment’s hesitation went to the other side, using the self defense techniques her stepfather taught her to keep him from firing his weapon, knocking it to the floor as she elbowed him in the gut and then in the face, catching a glimpse of long red hair in the room behind them.

“I think there’s somebody else in here.” She said, ducking as another mercenary took a swing at her, catching her shoulder instead of her face. That was going to hurt in the morning but she’d deal with it later.



“We might need those slippers to get home,” Natasha countered, hair flipping back as she stood. She grabbed the merc by his arm and snapped it back. She silenced his scream with an elbow to the face. “They’re just going to have to move out.”

The tornados were getting closer, but there was always time for a quip.



Jess laughed a little at the comment about needing those slippers to get home, punching the guy who’d struck her in the gut before hitting him in the face and pushing to the floor hard. “I am going to have earned that extra beer by the time I get home today.” She said looking around to see if there were any more mercenaries in there. It looked like the ones they hadn't knocked out had decided they were better off in the storm.

“All I saw was red hair back behind them.” Before she could say anymore though she got interrupted by a woman's voice.

“I was here before you or those assholes so I'm not moving anywhere! We can share this place or you both can find other shelter!” Jess looked in the direction the voice came from and saw a petite redhead standing there arms crossed and looking hard at both of them.



"Beer." Natasha made a snorting sound and deliberately let her Russian accent slip into being, "For me, vodka."

Not that that was a lie. The vodka part. A nice glass, curled up with Stahma. What could be better? But then the other woman spoke, and Natasha actually laughed. "I wouldn't ask you to leave, but I would suggest we get into a stairwell if we don't want to go see the wizard."




Jess grinned at her. “Sadly - one thing I don’t make a point of keeping in my house. Maybe I should rethink that.” It wouldn’t be hard for her to get a bottle of vodka. Maybe two if the liquor store wasn’t running low on her brand. In this county that was a very real option to keep in mind. People here - drank a lot at times. And she couldn’t blame them at all.
The other redhead seemed to look them over for a minute before nodding her head. “There’s one back this way. I was trying to hide in it when those idiots showed up.” There was a lot she clearly wasn’t saying about what had happened before she and Natasha had gotten there but Jess wasn’t about to pry with a stranger.

The petite redhead stepped through a doorway into a stairwell that would probably be well lit if the lights weren’t out but it looked to Jess at least like it was structurally sound. One good thing she’d learned about living here in the last few years - construction crews built everything here to withstand just about anything.




Natasha was tempted to pry. It was in her very nature, though it would be in a more subtle matter. “Lead on, you know this building better than we do. I’ll cover up the rear, Jess, you take center. I don’t think we’ll get attacked, but I’ve seen stupider bad guys.”

The tornadoes were close enough that she was actually worried. Nat had lived through a lot of things, but this was going to be a first.



“I’m Ozma by the way.” The petite redhead, glanced over her shoulder as she led them into the stairwell. “Not much better. Those assholes kind of interrupted my trying to explore and find a safe place. I thought the weather here was supposed to be nice,” she said, leading them to safety without bothering to look and see if they were actually following. Survival was more important at this moment then making friends.

Jess nodded in silent agreement, pulling her gun out and making sure it was ready without pointing it at either of her companions. There was being careful and being stupid and she didn’t want to get taken by surprise by any mercenaries they might come across.

Ozma came to a stop at the head of another set of stairs leading down to a door that said ‘Basement Access’. “That might be our best bet.”



“It’s usually a lot nicer than this. Every once in awhile we get hit by climate change pretty hard.” Which wasn’t really the truth. But it was also the truth. Natasha was pretty good at that sort of thing.

She shot open the lock on the basement door, then kicked it up. Someone nearly took off her head before she shot him first. “I’ll go first, Jess you cover the rear.”



Ozma gave a little scream at that gunshot, covering her mouth as Jess gently pushed her forward down the stairs, looking around them the whole time for any threats. She would be glad when they got into the basement and hopefully into a more secure place to wait out the storm. It would have been nice if the woman they’d found in the building seemed to have some sort of combat training but Natasha was more than capable of defending anyone it seemed. Jess was perfectly fine with working in a primarily backup position.

Jess heard movement overhead, the sound of multiple sounds of feet to her ears and she hurried herself and Ozma down the stairs, a quick glance behind them as she slid through the door and closed it quietly. “Get out of sight. Just in case.” She told the redhead, eyes on the door. She didn’t think they’d made any noise to be heard but there was no guarantee they hadn’t. Or that those troops didn’t have some way of figuring out exactly where they were. Why the hell hadn’t she just stayed home today? She could be curled up right now with Leo and Whit watching a movie.



Once they were in the basement, Nat turned back and shouldered the door shut. She then pushed over a shelf to partially barricade it, just as the tornado hit the building. Above ground, windows blew out and Nat could hear the soldiers screaming. She vaulted down the steps as the air pressure rapidly shifted, “Get to the center of the room, move!”



Jess grabbed Ozma’s wrist and tugged her into the center of the room, holstering her gun with her other hand as she tried to make sure they were far enough from anything that could fall on them. Ozma for her part was just trying to make herself as small as possible. This wasn’t at all what she’d been told living in California would be like by anyone and she was definitely going to be talking to her agent about this.

Jess looked over at Natasha. “We’ll be safe down here.” She was trying to sound confident about that.



The entire building shook, the sound of glass shattering and the roar of the wind filling the basement. Nat crouched down near the other, positioning her body to act as kind of a shield for them. She could take a little more punishment than the average person and she’d rather something run through her than either woman.

After a full minute the noise and the shaking stopped. Nat’s ears were still ringing, but it seemed like the worst of it was over.



Ozma gave a little whimper of fear as the building shook around them, biting down on her lip to stop it. It was a storm. That was all it was. A nasty storm but still a storm. She shifted a little closer to the other redhead, just wanting that comforting presence.

Jess stood up straight as the storm finally calmed down a little, looking around them curiously. “Do we think it’s safe to leave?”



Natasha took a moment to respond. She swallowed and checked the safety on her weapon. “It should be. There’s a safe house around the block. If we can get there we can weather it out for a few days. Or try to get elsewhere in the county. It’s up to you two.”



Ozma looked between the two women. “I’m voting for the safe house. I don’t trust my lack getting back to my flat in this weather.” She said softly.

“I have to get home. I have animals to look after and that’s where my boyfriend’s going to be heading to check on me.” Jess told them. She had lost her cell phone someplace in all of this insanity so there was no way for Doug to call her or for her to call him.



Natasha looked between them. In her estimation, Jess would be able to take care of herself, but she wasn’t sure about Ozma just yet. Girl had spunk, but she was still an unknown. “All right. I’ll take our young friend to the safe house and hunker down with her, you get home and check on your animals.”



Jess nodded at her new friends. “Be careful you two. Stay safe.” She said, turning her back and heading cautiously back the way she’d come. Just because it seemed calm and safe, was no guarantee that it was.

Ozma glanced at Natasha. “Lead the way.”


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