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Post by Darkjak87 on Jul 31, 2009 0:19:42 GMT -5
Zrion didn't look even remotely fazed. The hellcat then hovered up, so it was just over the roof. Zrion glanced towards it, then gestured for it to come over and land. It did so, slowly making it's way over to a roomy part of the roof, then landing smoothly on the ground. The soldier jumped out, and walked over to Zrion. "Get some handcuffs on her soldier, we'll keep her in check while you do it." As if to emphasize his point, he glared at Sendrah, his rifle never even swaying slightly to the side from it's point of aim directly on her heart. Oh sure, their orders were to detain rather than kill, but honestly at this point he was itching to do it. He could hardly be blamed, just about everyone there was trying to resist the urge to unload.
"Yes sir!" The red armored soldier said, moving quickly up, and pulled Sendrah's arms behind her back. He reached behind himself for the cuffs, although watching her carefully as he did so. Even the regulars understood that she was not to be messed with.
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Post by hrefna on Jul 31, 2009 0:32:45 GMT -5
Sendrah hadn't resisted in any way as the Krimzon Guard was about to handcuff her. And then she slumped quite a bit for only moment before raising herself up. No resistance whatsoever. It was her only chance to escape.
Truth was that she used the last useful amount of eco that was left to create a charge on her wrists in order to disarm the handcuffs when necessary. She felt rather dizzy, though. Perhaps it was the strain. She was well aware of the fact that she couldn't let her guard down or relax.
"Last chance." She said with an innocent expression, her tone was as if purring in enjoyment.
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Post by Darkjak87 on Jul 31, 2009 0:37:50 GMT -5
No one as much as flinched to the sound, except the red anyway. He clasped the handcuffs around her, and left to stand behind the squad of Black Ops. "Get down on the ground, face down, and don't even twitch." Zrion growled at her. He glanced to the left, and saw several regulars on the next rooftop, watching the scene intently. He looked to the right, and saw a similar sight. Well, there was no way in hell she would weasel out of this one.
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Post by hrefna on Jul 31, 2009 0:54:14 GMT -5
Sendrah turned around, facing her back at them, slowly get on her knees and lying down, her face down. This was just too good. She could barely hold her laughs, as mad as it sounds.
"I'm bleeding." She complained, expecting the soldiers to approach her any moment. So close.
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Post by Darkjak87 on Jul 31, 2009 0:57:54 GMT -5
He sighed in annoyance. "We seriously need to switch to a better bullet, something that will actually kill the target." He shook his head. "Thompson, tend to her wound, you've got the most medical training." The black armored soldier nodded. He walked over to her, and placed his rifle on the ground. He pulled out some bandages, and began to apply them to her wound, although not letting his guard down by a long shot.
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Post by hrefna on Jul 31, 2009 22:40:04 GMT -5
"Same. I'd shoot you right in the throat once I'd be done with your little squad." Sendrah hissed. There wasn't a way out.. Had she really lost? Perhaps. The stinging feeling of disappointment emerged and the anxiety followed soon after. What would become of her? No doubt the squad leader would rip off her limbs, she'd bet.
She glanced at the men surrounding her one more time.
"Their concentration could probably break glass." Just then, a nearly ear splitting sound emerged and the soldiers seemed to grant their attention to it. Sendrah couldn't see what was happening at that time but she was not going to let her chance slip.
The charge went off with a buzzing sound and a flash when the electronic handcuffs were discarded, and just before Thompson realized what was going on, Sendrah had already seized a hold of him, grabbing her blade and shoving it right at Thompson's throat.
"Are we reconsidering the bullets? Are we!?" Sendrah shouted for the squad's attention as she stood up with a steady hold of the soldier.
"I'm not afraid of dirtying my hands and adding murders to my criminal record. Lower your weapons or I'll make sure Thompson here will suffer an unnecessarily painful demise." She gently brought the blade to the soldier's chin, cutting his jaw line neatly before bringing the blade back to Thompson's throat, touching it only slightly to avoid slicing it. It'd be unfortunate, but typical for Sendrah to lose her hostage by slicing a little too close to the artery vein.
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Post by Darkjak87 on Jul 31, 2009 22:50:05 GMT -5
The squad had ripped their rifles right back around, fingers itching on the trigger. Zrion was glaring daggers at her. He couldn't see Thompson's face, but he probably looked nervous, or disappointed in himself. "Damn it.." Zrion muttered. He felt the guilt claw at his insides, knowing that he was responsible for that. "Hold your fire." He said, sounding defeated. None of them could bear to risk another one of their lives. Special Operations were like brothers to each other. "Lower your weapons." He said, almost quietly. He never took his eyes off Sendrah, but reluctantly lowered his weapon and tilted it off to the side.
He knew perfectly well that she would do it. She was even more crazed now than she was before. He clenched his jaw. But what would she..? Of course! She was going to steal that hellcat. Stupid, stupid of him! To land that hellcat where she could reach it! He didn't make a move though, essentially there was nothing they could do. "What do you want, exactly?" Zrion asked, his voice sounding strong again, with no trace of the previous defeatism. He thought he knew the answer already, but he wanted to make sure. The best way to deal with these situations was to approach it with caution and care, and he would take no chances.
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Post by hrefna on Jul 31, 2009 23:11:44 GMT -5
"You're asking me? Too many wishes that are impossible to fulfill. I suppose I'll have to keep myself on the ground this time.. And yet.. It'd be fun to see whether you put a price on one of your men. Perhaps my wishes are more expensive than you can afford for just a single man." She let out a hearty giggle, though she felt hollow as she laughed. Deep inside she knew she didn't desire to harm anyone. She was getting too caught up into this.. She couldn't help but to think back for only a moment before snapping back to attention.
"You'll call off your army that's on it's way and grant me a few minutes of time. Five minutes would be enough.. Also." She hesitated a little as the familiar sneer formed on her face.
"Just to make things more interesting and give this little chase of ours some thrill to it. Your name. That'd be all."
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Post by Darkjak87 on Jul 31, 2009 23:17:36 GMT -5
Zrion scowled, although you couldn't even tell through his mask. He reluctantly reached up with his right hand, and pressed the small button on the side of his helmet. "Sergeant Zrion to 1st platoon. Disengage. I repeat, disengage. We've got a hostage situation here, allow us to handle it." His arm fell back to his rifle, and gripped it. "Zrion is my name. You have five minutes before we're after you, starting now."
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Post by hrefna on Jul 31, 2009 23:26:14 GMT -5
"Hold on. I can't trust you for my life. Drop your weapons and at least allow me to get out of the shooting range before you break those empty promises you made. Remember that I still have your friend here and you don't. Drop them." She snapped back at him, obviously noting his movement toward the rifle. And the name, she couldn't depend on his word alone.. Nor could he depend on her words.. Unlike Sendrah, he had a comrade taken hostage. Fair enough.
"Well?"
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