Max sighed as she opened her eyes again, disappointed at being unable to pick anything up, before making her way over to Simon.
As soon as she got there, she looked down at Dre's corpse for a moment, before glancing up and at the rest of the bodies, then returning her sight back to Dre.
Then she heard the comment on energy spikes herself.
"Toss me one too, willya, hun?" she yelled over, as she brandished her PDA once more and slid the cover from the inbuilt camera. Crouching down, Max proceeded to take a few photos of Dre, the camera app capturing images of his many parts, as well as the neck where his severed head should have been. As soon as she was done with that, she continued taking snaps of the scene from in front of Dre's position, taking in as much of the scene as possible.
Sliding the cover back over the camera, the mackem drew out her stylus and zoomed the images to 100%, squinting at ones of Dre's remains in the hope of finding anything foreign to the human body and at the ones of the scene, taking in the same 'cone of carnage' - as she'd decided to call it in her head - that Simon had found.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Grabbing a couple of toys Imogen walks over and hands them to the people asking for them
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Simon looked up suddenly, turning his head from one side to the other before rasing up his right hand, with one finger sticking up ((no not swearing..)) before looking over to one of the shelves near to him which had a set of teddy bears on it.
Frowning a little he slowly made his way to it, then stopped peering closely at one bear then the next Before noting down something on his pad and waving at the others.
It's not much of a warning a muted digital whispering from the blood stained bears but it might be just enough, as in their hand the bears stir, limbs lengthening and a dull red light flickering in their button black eyes.
protocol: silens nox noctis the bears seem to mutter.
With the sound of oiled metal sliding against each other the bears unleash massive blades, much bigger than should fit in their fluffy little bodies, more leap from the shelves seemingly disturbed by the assembled heroes, they pounce like so many angry cats, whipping their bladed fists and feet like a mob of chubby little capoeira masters.
They look like this
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Helena screamed as the toy bears whirred into life. One of them caught her on the shoulder and more of her white overcoat became red with blood.
"Uh, I'm not exactly equipped to deal with this!" she shouted whilst frantically trying to bat at the bear she was given with her bag.
Imogen reacted on instinct, pulling her pistol from the holster at it';s side she aimed at the nearest bears head and caught it mid-flight, ripping through it with more force than a normal pistol, putting it away she grabbed one and ripped it's head off, but not without receiving a gash to the arm holding the bear, "Mac!" and with that a small dvice rolls in blinking innocently before long it exploads in a wash of Electro Magnetics, disabling anything electrical and Imogen waited for a reaction....
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Simon shruggled with a one of the killer bears, trying in vain to fight it off, getting his jacket arms, chest and his bandana ripped in the process before he manage to throw it off him and grab out from over his shoulder his silver warhammer and slammed the bear into the floor mid jump to him.
"Woah, haway, man!" Max yelled as she threw the bear away in a highly reactionary manner. Unfortunately, the bear managed to maintain a grip on her left bracer and began an attempt to pull itself back to her. Max acted accordingly, sliding the bracer from her hand quickly while at the same time calling forth a dark cloud around herself. "I think this just beat gettin' my powers as the most 'what the hell?' moment of my life, you reckon?"
"If teddy wants to flamin' well play..." Max smirked as she threw the bracer away as quickly as she could before the bear could react and took a few steps back, adopting her fighting stance shortly after. "...then let's flamin' well play!"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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The tiny terrible tormentuous toys seemed to have little in the way of tactics, when knocked down they would pause to right themselves before launching them seleves back at the heroes, razor claws extended. A few switched tactics scaling the shelves to launch them selves in arching kicks sweeping with their vicious gleaming claws, a pulse swept outwards from grenade causing the bears to collapse twitching to the floor, around the room the police officers quickly became unstunned, disabling the twitching bears with shot from side arms.
**** me Daryl half whispered, in all the fight had taken moments, but first blood had gone to the bears If they hadn't of brought emp... he shuddered at the implications
Some one find where those ******* bears came from, we need some first aid here! he bellowed orders to his team
Approaching the heroes his manner was softer
You okay? he asked the bloodied heroes.
6 hours later.....
Arrest Notification: Martie Farley Age:57 Occupation: Night Foreman 'Happy Fun Time' Company
Upon arriving at suspect Farley's house hold, noted unusual smell of cinnamon emanating from living room. Upon approach suspect Farley became increasingly agitated before attacking arresting officers. Suspect Farley displayed near meta-human levels of resistance shrugging off tear gas and an attempt to taser the suspect. Restraint was possible with the aid of two additional officers.
Filed: Sargent Xavia Delilah
11AM 26th November Kingsrow, some distance away from the run down 'Merry Go' toy factory
Farley had talked, he'd been paid a fat sum to swap a couple of cargoes of toy bears for ones from this factory. Taking a quick look at the place, the police had once again sent out a request for aid across the police band.
Okay what we are dealing with here is a reasonably well armed street gang, were not expecting anything of military grade response.
However we are dealing with some sort of twisted genius, so we have no idea what forms of none standard armaments you'll be facing in there the body armoured SWAT commander told the assembled forces.
Scene Two 'Merry Go' toy factory
The run down factory had once been home to a flourishing toy manufacturing company, but then had come the first Rikti War and the financial difficulties shortly afterwards. For years it had stood silent and slowly began to fall apart, now the machines hummed once more as Uzi armed street thugs stalked the grounds behind the sheet metal fence that blocked off the factory from the streets, here and there newly installed security systems monitored the roofs and grounds, turning this way and that with a slow whirr of electric motors.
Faintly the aroma of cinnamon and blue berry wafted on the breeze....
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Imogen and Mac stood on a roof across the road, prone with their rifles ready, "Lotta activity in the perimiter." Mac said over the walkie-talkie, "Could be big." Imogen slid the rails from her gun out, replacing them with something similar to Impervium, an impervium/tin alloy and slips in a bullet with the phrase 'Eat this' was slid into the abrrel.
"Sniper's ready..." Mac nodded as he awaited a response over the walkie-talkie...
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Maxine, dressed not in her casual wear this time, but a figure-hugging black costume with a grey stripe running down her arms and legs, charged through the streets of Kings Row at inhuman speed before skidding to a halt some distance from the factory, looking up and around her current position.
"Let's see... roof, roof, need a good... AH!" The mackem muttered as she found the ideal rooftop with immediate access and began her speedy ascent.
Upon reaching the roof, Max dashed to the edge facing the factory and watched.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Helena pulled up outside the warehouse in her white van - only this time the GIFT logo was missing.
Inside was a small array of video screens showing blurred images of outside. Sitting at a console in the back of the van was a man wearing a white bodysuit and thick, red goggles. He also had a headset on and was busy playing with dials, trying to make the pictures on the screens clearer.
Helena parked the van and headed into the rear of the vehicle, pushing back a flap of black, opaque perspex.
"So this place is for real?" She asked her companion.
The man shrugged, "Police reports and meta activity suggest it's so."
"So where's this device I'm going to be using?"
The man pulled out a box from under his seat and opened it. From it he produced a metal helmet, or rather the skeleton of a helmet, with wires sprouting from its shiny skeleton.
"You'd better give it a test drive. This thing worked fine back in the lab but we're not entirely sure what it'll do in the field." The man handed her the contraption and Helena took it tentatively, running her fingers over its hard contours.
She placed the helmet on her head and found a chinstrap which she snapped into place.
"Good job I can't see myself." She joked.
The man hooked up the device to a console and tapped a few buttons. Helena felt a vibration and then concentrated for a moment. She looked at her partner and gave him the thumbs up. He returned the gesture.
"Show me one of the police officers. Preferably one who isn't holding a rifle with the safety off."
The man complied, twisting a control until one of the screens showed a group of officers waiting on the other side of the warehouse complex. Helena focussed in on the image and attempted to project her thoughts...
((Sorry for the delay, if people still are interested I'll kick this back awake tomorrow.
Broken elbow plus lots of work essay work meant I couldn't face typing, but oh yes prepare for twists! for turns! for more of both than in an episode of Diagnosis murder!!!))
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The factory continued it's normal bustle the ground around trembled slightly as the machines within performed their tasks. In the court yard thugs wandered around, some on patrol some just chilling in the centre some one had chalked out a ring and a pair of burly street toughs were knocking the stuffing out of each other to the cheers and betting of an assembled crowd of low lifes.
The police had set up barricades further down the road, blocking the factories access to the main road their unease at what promised to be a dangerous bust was palpable particularly to Helena as she browsed the officers.
A brief cheer echoes through the neighbour hood as one of the brawlers knocks the offer out, as soon as he is down however a challenger steps up prompting another roar of approval.
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Map
Yellow oblongs represent the police line.
Black blocks are buildings higher than the factory by two to three stories.
Brown represent buildings smaller than the factory and the hastily assembled corrugated iron wall.
Grey are the same height as the wall and thus the roof of the factory.
The green line is the corrugated iron wall/fence.
Red C's represent Camera's mounted at the top of the wall they moves in arcs facing inwards.
The purple block reprsents the main building it's all red brick and smashed windows graffit all over, the roof is slates and in good repair, fro mthe right height it's possible to see inside where it looks a little like a crack house people sleeping on cots and matresses.
The green is a cobbled together well shed, bits of metal to keep the rain off towards the corridor, from the right height and angle it's possible to see guns.... lots of guns, occasionally some one heads there and returns empty handed to the central building or to talk with others. Occasionaly some one heads there to pick up a gun and patrol the grounds, compared to the pistols and cheap machine guns the rest have, the weapons in there appear to be assault rifles.
The red block building is all heavy bricks the roof is seriously re-enforced, barbed wire around the edges and various devices. It's the only roof covered by camera surveillance. The windows have been bricked up, recently by the looks of the mortar, the only way in appears to be through the central building.
The factory is backed by the river, a few corroded pipes mark where the factory used to flush out paints and such into the river.
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"Requestin' permission to fire." Imogen aligned her sights with a patroling guard as she spoke...
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Maxine peered over at the site, giving the place as good a look-over as possible from her current position as dark clouds gradually formed around the Mackem.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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"Requestin' permission to fire." Imogen aligned her sights with a patroling guard as she spoke...
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"Permission Granted, Thomas will move in as soon as you begin covering fire." the police commanders voice answered across the air waves
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Maxine peered over at the site, giving the place as good a look-over as possible from her current position as dark clouds gradually formed around the Mackem.
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Down in the factory courtyard the thugs don't seem to be taking things seriously, even the patrolling guards occasionally stop to smoke a cigarette or to drink from plastic bottles filled with a fluorescent liquid either a light red or deep blue.
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Speakers start to play around the factory grounds, music starts to blare out it sounds like this.
From the reaction of the thugs it seems to be a normal thing, possibly some sort of signal?
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Max leaned forward slightly, keeping her eyes fixed on the sight of several thugs wearing rucksacks leaving one of the buildings.
"What the hell?" She muttered to herself. Right before she leaned a little too far forward and almost losing her balance. "Woah-woah-woah-woah-WOAH!! Okay, safe to say it's time for a closer look!"
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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Suddenly three thugs fade out, numerous more fall to the ricocheting bullets and the metal bases exploading violently, "Move it!" Imogen yells as she sprints and uses the pnuematic pistons in the heels of her boots, landing her on the walls, firing off more shots mid-air and as she lands, "Eh. Screw stealth. S'not gonna work all the way."
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It's a [censored] raid! one of the thugs screamed out spraying sup machine gun fire randomly as around him, his fellows began to fall.
The ruck sack wearing thugs looked around meerkat like, before with a couple of jumps and kick off's they scaled the walls of the factory and started free running their way out of the factory grounds towards the undiscovered Max.
The police line parted to allow Thomas to get through with a roar of mighty engine the SWAT teams APC ploughed through the gate firing tear gas at the assembled crowd. Small arms fire pinged off the heavily armoured vehicle, as despite the gas the thugs fought back.... several ran towards the weapon shed.
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From her pearch Imogen fired off shots at the thugs heading to the weapons shed, from the hip, hoping to hit at least one or two.
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Helena watched as the small group of investigators searched the shop. She had been drawn to Dre's body, probably because it was the one that had suffered the most damage. The trouble was, without his head intact she might not be able to pick up any traces of what he had seen.
Rummaging in her gladstone bag she pulled out a pair of plastic gloves and put them on and then produced a pipette and petry dish. She kneeled by Dre's body and extracted some blood.
She heard someone say something about the toys producing energy spikes.
"Mind if I have one?"
Then she cursed under her breath, noting that her white overcoat had caught some of the blood.
"Oh well, no one said this line of work was pretty." She mused.