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Feb. 6th, 2011 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twiceaheroThe Clocktower is still a giant open space surrounded by screens. As she rolls back in from Milliways about half of them spring to life from their default standby positions. "Milton-Cinnamon-Aaron," she announced, bringing the others up.
"Come on. Let's get you a real briefing."
"Come on. Let's get you a real briefing."
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:16 am (UTC)Just so you know, X.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:19 am (UTC)She just grabs the flash drive, logs out, and bolts out the server room door as two things happen almost simultaneously.
1) Her sixty seconds are up.
2) The flashbang under the radiator on the first floor goes off.
The timing could have been worse.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:21 am (UTC)"That got their attention. They're locking the building down. The sweep teams are moving to the stairwells, the security office is shutting down the elevators, and everyone on the first floor is moving to investigate."
Pause. "I can give you elevator control if you want."
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:24 am (UTC)This is what the smoke grenades are for.
Well. One of them.
She gives it a five count to start filling up the stairwell, pops a flashbang and throws it up, then drops over the railing and down.
The second smoke grenade is for the first floor hallway.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:29 am (UTC)"I'm about to lose visual," she warns. "These cameras are crap."
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:30 am (UTC)That is the last thing X says.
If either of the two security men on the first floor hear it, they probably will not remember.
X packs quite a punch.
And they can't see for shit.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:33 am (UTC)"Three left in the hall somewhere," Babs announces. "And there are three exterior guards now heading for the main entrance."
And then? The fire alarm went off.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:37 am (UTC)Then she starts running.
It's a good thing the front desk isn't being manned.
She ducks behind it, plants another set of explosives, then moves back the way she came.
The exterior guards will be getting a very nice surprise right in their faces.
Now to get back past the break room. Again.
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:43 am (UTC)"Sweeper teams are headed down both stairwells, looks like they're heading for your floor," Babs warns. "ETA: forty-five seconds."
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:54 am (UTC)And most of the blast seems to be directed upward. Still, there's a hell of a lot of smoke, even with the sprinklers.
X, meanwhile, bursts past the break room and the wreckage there, dropping low to take out the legs of the security guard that's giving a sitrep while the other two investigate the blast.
He knocks his head on the way down, eyes fluttering shut.
She doesn't stop to check his pulse. His breathing is still audible.
Of the other two guards, one is slow looking up from where he is investigating the cause of the explosion.
The second gets his weapon up, but a flashbang goes off practically in his face before he can get a shot off.
This is followed by an explosion by the side door that X came in by.
When security gets there, they'll find two very bewildered people -- one a college student and the other a local businessman out for a walk on his late lunch break -- half-blinded by smoke, and insisting they'd been pushed inside by a --
Well. Reports vary as to whether it was a boy or a girl that had yelled something about people inside needing help, someone had already called 911.
The college student was also upset about the loss of the sweater she'd had tied around her waist.
* * *
But while all that is happening, X -- clad in a periwinkle blue sweater just a size too big -- makes her way toward her extraction point. She's got one hand in her pocket, and the other is reaching up to twist her hair into a high ponytail.
"Clear."
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Date: 2011-02-07 05:59 am (UTC)Nice thing about being stupidly well-equipped? You could get helicopters with sound-dampening technology. And the Aerie Two descended with barely a whisper.
It didn't land. Instead a rope was tossed out the side.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:01 am (UTC)Even if the helicopter were moving, it would not be difficult.
She has a strong grip. (And lots of practice.)
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-07 06:07 am (UTC)It is a more informative answer than a simple 'no'.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:08 am (UTC)Someone else could pick up the car she'd taken to the airport.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:10 am (UTC)"Base would be good. If it is not problematic."
Anywhere with a door will do, really.
X is good at finding her own way home.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:12 am (UTC)It doesn't take long before they're hovering over the Clocktower, thirty feet or so above the balcony that leads into Babs' command center. "Same way you came in," Zinda suggests, nodding to the rope.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:16 am (UTC)Once there she pulls something out of her pocket, holding it in her left hand as she opens the door to the Clocktower with her right.
It's too bad that the sound of the helicopter drowns out the unexpected noise of clinking plates and cups, and of voices human and inhuman.
And then the door closes behind X, and those sounds are gone.