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Post by question on Aug 19, 2011 22:36:02 GMT -5
Question was normally patient with Kids, Just trust me. I do everything for a reason. It Will work
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2011 0:33:36 GMT -5
Frowning at that thought being sent her way, Phoebe asks, Do you know what always happens when someone says 'just trust me'?[/color][/i] Answer: it never ends well. But that's the real problem here: Phoebe trusts the guns the guards a lot more than some guy she just barely met who thinks he can handle it. If he's wrong, then he's literally dead wrong.
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Post by question on Aug 20, 2011 1:20:22 GMT -5
Come on kid, its not one of those other statements like "hold my bear" or "hey watch this" which do 99.9% of the time end in someone going to the ER Vic figured that he was well within his right to gamble with his life seeing how someone else already decided to do that for him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2011 2:40:32 GMT -5
Well, if you're wrong, you'd be lucky if you go to the hospital,[/color][/i] she replies seriously, If you want me to help, no stupid plans. While it may be the man's right to decide to risk his life, Phoebe is being asked to help him risk his life, and that's a completely different position to be in. If he got himself killed then he wouldn't be around to have to deal with it, but she would.
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Post by question on Aug 20, 2011 16:01:28 GMT -5
I've been shot in the head before, So yes, you could Say that I am obscenely Lucky. Maybe he was going to have to wait for someone to open the door. be it friend of Foe. Because clearly this Kid wasn't. Though the thing about stupid plans, they were the least expected an had some of the most potent effects.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2011 18:24:44 GMT -5
Phoebe sighs to herself, and considers the situation. Why do adults always have to act like they know better than her about everything? She still wants to help him, but she definitely doesn't want it to be her fault if he gets himself killed doing something stupid. Then again, perhaps she can have both...
Hitting upon an idea of her own, she scratches the back of her head, finding the least essential of the bobby pins holding her hair in place. She loosens it and, after making sure that nobody in the lobby is looking in her direction, she lifts it up to the ceiling behind her back. From there she makes it slide across the ceiling over in the direction of the man's cell as far as she can see, but there she has to stop.
But she has a plan for this point in things. "I'm going to the bathroom," she comments to the nearest guard, who Agent Stevens had asked to keep an eye on her when she went into the meeting. Not that Phoebe generally needs any looking after, but leaving a child unattended in a government facility for as long as the meeting is taking would seem odder than the fact that she's here to begin with. Not waiting for him to acknowledge that, she walks over to the bathroom - which requires her to walk past the hallway they took the man down.
Stealing a sideways glance, she moves the pin the rest of the way to the way into the man's cell and then guides it back down into the corner of it. Hopefully none or only a very fleeting speck of this is caught on the surveillance cameras - she knows that they generally point down, not up, so they miss the ceiling and a bobby pin is a small enough of an object that its movements may be missed entirely.
One of my pins is in the corner now, she tells the man, Whatever you do with it is your fault. And I'm not going to be in the lobby for a few minutes. She doesn't really know if the lock can be picked with it or not, but she does know that either way he'll have some use for it.
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Post by question on Aug 20, 2011 22:05:19 GMT -5
If you get me a pin I can kill someone with it, thanks. He thought moving back to where he was sitting before an retrieved his shoe before sitting back down. Pulling his shoe back on a bit more painfully than he would have liked it to be. He looked at the corner for a moment before he went to retrieve the bobby pin. Small, Light weight, it was more of a shot in the dark then her picking the lock for him. Vic worked his way back up to the lock, taking the look at the hall the best he could. It was for the most part desolate. He reached around the bar an hoped to logic that this was going to work.
After a few moments of twisting an fighting, the metal gave a small click. successes.
He pushed the door open an eyed the guard who had his back turned to him. It was going to hurt to sprint the distance to the man but it had to be done. Vic took off out of the Cell, his plan of action was to thus far take the other out. Retrieve a key be it a card or a physical one. Use it to get out of a door. Poor guy never saw it coming.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2011 22:56:13 GMT -5
Continuing to the bathroom without missing a beat, Phoebe goes inside to hide in one of the stalls for a few minutes. Well, this is goodbye then. I don't want to distract you, and if they ask me to help catch you then I've got to do it - and it's better if I don't know where you are, she replies only holding the mental contact for a moment longer in case he wants to add his own goodbye before breaking it off.
Then she more fully tunes into the mind of Agent Stevens, like she should have been all along. Likely the alarm will be raised shortly and her guardian will expect her to respond immediately to her thoughts when it does.
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Post by question on Aug 22, 2011 18:07:42 GMT -5
Question Looked around the hall for a moment before he pulled himself up off the other now unconscious man that he had just forced to the ground in a power knee in the guard's Spine. Vic wasn't batman, He wasn't superman, using what was available to him wasn't below him. The key card, the assault rifle. Standard colt M4-A1 carbine Military issue, replaced the M16-A1 . Gas operated, air cooled, magazine fed. Specialized for close quarters as not only a rifle but a lethal combination of shield, sword an club. 950 rounds a minute, 30 round mags, fires a 45mm or .223 ammunitions.
Knowledge of a weapon made a better equipped fighter.
Vic slung the shoulder sling over his shoulder an pocketed the card an two extra magazines, 90 rounds to use in total, controlled bursts. It was easy to use a gun an kill, It was hard not to, but Question didn't need to make a bigger mess out of this then it already would become by just an escape. An even if they killed him for trying, it would spark a fire fight. He was sure of it. Either way his actions today were going to change the game the government was trying to play. He knew Plan's, He knew their weapon. That alone was enough to bring down the house of cards.
He pulled the gun into a carry position, one hand around the grip the other on the heat guard under the front sight post. He pulled around the corner, snapping into a crouch to make himself less of a target. It was clear, He lowered the weapon a bit, closing the gap on another guard. The next action was sure to echo through the silent room. Question stalked behind the guard, until he was within range to crack the butt of the gun into the skull of the man with a resounding crack. Now things were going to get ugly. He used the chip in card to open the door to the outside of the compound. He closed it behind him an bashed the electronic lock with the butt of the gun rendering this door useless.
The dusky Gotham sun was going to provide more than just shadows, but a blinding light. If he could keep the horizon to his back then it would make seeing him though any type of sight difficult. The surrounding was typical of a temporary instillation, riddled with canvas tents, guard posts at the entrance, one way in one way out. Barricades of barbed wire an wood would have been easily vaulted, but the deteriorating condition o his ankle would probably prevent him from scaling it like he would have liked. He took off in a crouched stalk to the nearest large object, a suv. Just about the time he crossed the threshold behind it shots were fired, slicing into the metal of the car.
Vic leaned against the metal as the rounds popped against the Suv. He had to watch his front an his back to get out of this alive. He leaned around the corner an laid off a few rounds against the guards. 83 rounds left He thought to himself. It was directed at the ground really more to scare them than anything. It seemed to give him a moment to move which was key, confusion.
Question raised the weapon again when he crossed in front of one of the tents, nothing personal, Finger around the trigger, pulling, sending a round into the skull of a possible officer that raised his weapon against him. Blood painted the thick canvas of the tent behind him as the man slumped to ground. Poor bugger.
It was another cross before he was any closer to the gates, He could see the two check point guards posted. They were of course now facing towards the noise that the gun shots had echoed from. One of them must have spotted him as he raised his weapon an fired towards Question's position. Vic only returned fire, this time scaring was out of the question, Those men were between him an his freedom, not only that but there was a car posted near the gate as well. No doubt one that belonged to the gatekeepers.
The volley continued for a matter of minutes before the people at the gate were downed an Question himself had been shot yet again, His left shoulder now matched his Ankle. He was still doing better than the others, they were now dead or dying. The gate was his, now he just had to get to the vehicle before anyone else opened fire.
The ground was crossed within a matter of minutes an in the car, hot wired an speeding away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2011 19:25:29 GMT -5
As the moments tick by without any signs of trouble, Phoebe figures she's spent a reasonable amount of time in the bathroom and finds herself wondering if that means that the man got himself killed immediately like she thought he would and so they didn't bother to sound the alarm or if it really is taking them that long to realize what's happening. If it's the latter, then whoever's watching the cameras is going to be getting into trouble.
But almost as soon as she's done thinking that and starts to leave, the alarms go off and Agent Stevens asks, Phoebe? What's going on?
I don't know, I'm in the bathroom, she answers.
Get out here now! Someone must be trying to escape. I'll be in the lobby, Agent Stevens orders, and Phoebe immediately runs out of the bathroom only to find that the place she was sitting has greatly changed. Most of the people who were in the meeting with Agent Stevens have come out and are now talking over each other trying to find out details on what's happening, though it only takes Phoebe a moment of scanning the crowd for her to find Agent Stevens.
"I'm here," she says as she comes to her guardian's side, the verbal noting of that seeming to be necessary because Agent Stevens is trying to find anyone who actually knows anything more than the fact that the alarm is going off. Another minute passes before word reaches the group that there's a gunfight going on and where, exactly, it is.
Instantly realizing that Phoebe could end it quickly, and possibly recover the escapee on top of that if they can get there in time, Agent Stevens bolts for the hallway saying, "Come with me." Phoebe is right on her heels - like she told the man, if they want her help then they have it. She avoids looking at the two downed guards that they pass, instead allowing herself to simply react to the situation rather than really thinking about it.
When they reach the door to the outside, it takes several tries with her key card before Agent Stevens realizes that the problem is not with her key card but with the door itself. "Phoebe?" she asks, only needing a vague gesture at the door to indicate her request. The girl responds instantly by ripping the door off of its hinges, carefully setting it aside before the two of them head outside.
It takes a few moments for either Agent Stevens or Phoebe to make sense of the chaos, but unbeknowst to either of them the car that's driving off as they exit the building is being driven by the man they're looking for. Agent Stevens grabs the next man to run past and quickly asks what's going on. Phoebe only half-listens as she catches a glimpse of blood on one of the tents and the finds herself carefully examining the ground as Agent Stevens absorbs the rushed explanation.
"Phoebe, he just went down that road," Agent Stevens says as the man she was talking to quickly runs off again, "Can you find him?"
Phoebe's eyes snap back up in the direction that the car disappeared and reaches out far with her telepathy, looking for minds. With him already that far away, she knows it's a long shot but she finds herself doing her best anyway. But after searching for several minutes, she turns to Agent Stevens and simply says, "No."
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