Re: Rictor & Shatterstar
Shatterstar was going to kill Blitz. There was no need for him to say it, nor to curse under his breath. Besides, that wasn't his style. But Blitz's untimely death was written in every line of his body. "Acknowledged, Team 2. Move out, stat!" he grumbled in response to Abaddon's vaguely cryptic and insulting remarks about her teammate. What he was able to garner was that Scion had been the cause of the shooting and the alarm, and he made a mental note to give the man a good dressing down as well. But he knew nothing of Scion's porn past, so that part went over his head completely.
"Good. At least they have their head in the game. Thank you, Julio," he told his friend, for once tonight breaking protocol and reaching out to touch Ric's back as they sped towards the door. He felt the same instinctive relief Rictor had once they were outside, but they weren't quite done yet. "Almost. But almost doesn't count," he muttered darkly, looking for cover within range of his remote radio trigger. "Back to back, amigo," he told Ric, holding their position until everyone was clear of the warehouse before blowing the charges. Crouching back to back they had 360 degree visibility to scope out for any trouble.
Shatterstar saw some movement and familiar shapes moving out of range even as he got the report that Team 4 was clear. He waited until Abaddon reported Team 2 was also out of range. He'd sent the remaining half of Team 3 home already. "Ignition, T-minus ten seconds," he announced over the comm, because one could never be too careful. Exactly ten seconds later, several thermate devices went off in almost perfect unison, and the aerosolized phosphorus ignited with a violent vengeance. The change in air pressure from the accelerated temperature rise caused windows to explode in a shower of mostly molten glass. The thermal output from these devices was such that some of the cabinets themselves were warped and welded shut, unrecognizable. Nobody was going to be salvaging any data from this particular site. While he was less than happy with his crew's performance tonight, he could only hope the other teams had been as successful in purging all the computerized data.
"Team 1, moving out," he said finally, urging Ric to move with him. "See you at home base. Going silent. Shatterstar out." There was a rather grim satisfaction to his features, but later, even that would disappear when he found out about all the unplanned for loss of life.