James Proudstar (warpath_2012) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-11-20 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | wolverine, x-23 |
Who: Warpath, X23
What: A discovery that leads to a rescue
When: Saturday night/Sunday morning
Where: Perfect Soldier base
Warnings: Violence
In the government, there's such a thing as paperwork. You know, that annoying trail of ink and red tape that follows where ever you go and more or less rules your life. And if you once were part of a government project and got shut down...yeah, someone's still tracking you. They might not do anything until you start to become annoying, that little pebble in the bottom of their shoe, or until you become useful, but there are no real secrets.
Which was how James came to be moving through the not-exactly-secret base. He wasn't entirely clear on what he and this rather large group of spec ops were doing here. No one had really told them much, aside from 'go in and see what's there, and if it's bad shut it down'. Generally giving them discretion meant lots of shit was about to get blown up. Which really, suited the big man just fine. Of course, it also meant whatever government agency that was running his outfit had an agenda they weren't willing to admit, but that was also par for the course.
There was occasional chatter coming into the earpiece he wore, but nothing which spoke of huge problems. Yes, there were armed guards here, but they had not been expecting heavily armed, well trained and coordinated opponents. The armor he was wearing was similar to what he wore when he was working with his own black ops team, but definitely lighter. Full body, but without the intimidating faceplate, instead just a blank ballistic mask. His particular group was moving through an underground area, setting charges and clearing rooms as they went. Controlled bursts of gunfire and the occasional grenade or two clearing the tunnels ahead of them as they moved. Up until now, they figured the place had been mostly empty. But then they started running into locked doors. Heavily locked doors. The kind it took either a key code, a heavy duty cutter and an hour, or careful application of shape charges to open. Given the fact that they didn't have a torch or an hour, and no one knew the key codes...well, that meant locks were being blown open to (mostly) empty cells as they moved along.