Fiorina. ‘Fury’ 161.
2183. December 05
Mr Black leads from the front, his entire face lit up, glasses gleaming from the P-DATs screen. “We are getting close to the Hexo-Junction.”
“Finally…. We’ve been in these tunnels and up in them ducts for way too long. The Corporal is gonna hit one of us right in the head.” Vasquez says turning a little toward her partner while they walk, she is a little distracted by the gunshot she ‘Definitely’ heard and the fact no one else heard it added frustration to her mix of emotions. The Company agent is able to still hear the very clear frustration in her voice, like the woman behind him is growling with every word.
“Yeah I could have done a better job.” The YY chromo Eight says from the back of the pack, Vasquez stops immediately hearing him. “Puta! Ma..” Actually growling, gripping the handles of her Smartgun tight she goes to turn and a slab of muscley meat greets her. Ratzach's large arm and palm are both bigger than her small back, gently one lands there and pushes her forward, boots “Scraping…...” Before she says “Alright.” And continues walking on her own. “Just keep him away from me.” The large marine smiles and waits for her to get a few paces ahead, then positions himself between the convict and his partner before following along. With a yellow toothed grin, Eight is amused at how easy the ‘Bitch’ is to wind up and continues to follow them all with a twisted lewd expression splashed across his face, cruelty sitting in both eyes. Vasquez tries not to think about ‘Detaching’ her heavy weapon from it’s articulated arm. ‘Turning around and…..’ You get the picture, she wants to ‘Punch him in the throat!’ The marine looking down mind lost in frustration she almost walks right into the back of Mr Black, he has stopped and so does she, moving to his side to get a better look at what they are both now looking at. A “Pile of debris...” Vasquez says looking up, a large hole where the rubble used to be and she looks back down and frowns at the pile in the path.
“Yeah.” Mr Black says looking at the P-DAT then at her. “We came through this way, this wasn’t here.”
“How unstable is it up there? That could have been me, you or the big guy.” Vasquez says, turning to her partner who arrives. “Especially the big guy.” ‘Because of his size!’ And her typical smirk turns into another frown.
“Woah!” Eight pops in and Vasquez closes her eyes every time he speaks. “Nice mess, glad I ain't gotta clean that up.” Then he “Gargles.” “Gonna need some Joe's.” Eight says before disgustingly phlegming on the pile in front.
“Oh. My. God.” As she speaks Ratzach has already moved her out of reach.
“Let’s keep moving.” The large marine booms as he slides Vasquez to the other side of the company agent.
“Yes of course.” Mr Black replies looking up from the display. “It’s the next left up ahead.” This time he points and Ratzach gets Vasquez moving first, up and over the pile of rubble disturbing the mess, chunks and lumps start to fall, rolling down the mound and “Slamming” into the ground. Vasquez struggles to keep her balance over the jumble of it all and a pipe rolls out from under her, Ratzach catches her before she falls back into everyone else, the man single handedly preventing a domino effect.
“Thanks.” She looks up, her partner towering over her and she smiles before moving up and over the rubble completely, joined shortly and noisily by the others of the group accompanied by more “Clutter” and “Clatter.” Bits of metal grate, pipes and debris which follows them down.
Vasquez waits for the company agent to take the lead which he does, before taking more than a few steps though a high pitched “RING!” Pierces the ambience of everything else and does not stop, enough so that Vasqauez is forced to let go of her Smartgun with one hand, half of the weight taken by the chest rig as she plugs one ear. ‘What the?’ Is all she thinks and is what everyone else is thinking but only Mr Black reacts, the sound coming from him, from his wrist, his watch, nondescript, silver, unremarkable other than the sound it is making. Raising it to his face with a tap the sound stops, then without word the man clearly begins to read ‘Something? On a tiny display.
“Whats up?” Vasqeuz has to ask but he does not reply, Mr Black just keeps on reading the watch. “Rude.” Vasquez says folding her arms and Ratzach again is there to make sure she doesn’t topple over, all so that she can show minor disdain over being ignored. Mr Black eventually stops, lowers the watch and turns, it is his face that has her concerned, his smile is gone, different to earlier when they found the body, even then he had a niceness to them but now they are cold, similar to the new marine Grimm on their team and it makes her shiver. “Whats up? You're making me paranoid.” Vasquez asks and all the company agent does is take off his glasses and pass the P-DAT over to Ratzach before calmly addressing her. “Make a left, follow that and you will be back at the Hexo-Junction, you can get back from there” Mr black says, he was not asking and like that he turns and moves like a panther, a burst of speed she wouldn’t of thought possible for the man and like that he is gone, running off into the darkness of the corridor beyond the marines own HI-Beams, leaving Vasquez blank, mouth a little open, she turns to her partner Ratzach holding the P-DAT.
“What in ten fucks just happened?” Vasquez asks beyond ‘Confused!’ “Please tell me?” She asks and her arms uncrossed out wide asking ‘What just happened.’ Sprinting through black, a pair of company shoes “Clip” “Clop” Like a horses, Mr Black swiftly making his way to his new, very active objective, his true objective and primary reason for being here should such a thing of occured, and now it has. ‘Special Order-940.’