Your people: enemy. My people's hated enemy. (backdated to the 23rd) [locked]

[liberatechicago]

At around 7:00 pm, a small group of people gather outside of an abandoned house in a rough part of town. They're a scruffy group -- purposely scruffy, even -- and they shuffle around sharing a cigarette before they file into the house, doing their best to look nonchalant. They're totally supposed to be there. This is totally their house

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[designed2kill]

On the roof of the building, Luka is making some last-minute adjustments to her sniper rifle. Reaching out to the edges of her power, she could just barely feel the mindfeeling of the guard--212.5 feet in the horizontal direction, 26 feet down. Looking through her scope, she double-checks the distance by measuring the man's head against her mil dot reticle. Measuring the wind at 10 mph from the NNE, Luka dials the adjustment into her scope. Aiming closely at her target's head, Luka takes a deep breath. Holding her breath, she squeezes the trigger.

[clefftastic]

Pwned wasn't really reading that book, but even he couldn't have seen the bullet coming. Really, he just got delegated to guard duty because he was annoying the others, he's sure. He hates guard duty. Nobody ever tells him what the hell goes on in these meetings and then he misses out on raids and all the fun stuff.

So he's grumbling to himself about this when the bullet goes through his head. ...and then he's not really grumbling about much after that.

[kineticmachine]

Arlin was waiting just around the corner, leaning against a building and listening. After awhile you learn the sound of someone being shot in the head pretty well. He closes the book he'd been pretending to read, zipping it into a pocket of his jacket, and strolls around the corner toward the house.

He doesn't usually like a full-out frontal assault like this is going to be; he prefers to slip in quietly, get things over with fast and be out of there before anyone realizes something has gone awry. But this was supposed to look like a civilian attack -- oh, careful inspection might hint that it isn't, but it's not as if Wanderers don't have their ways of getting their hands on the weapons they're using. Enough come through his shop looking, anyway.

So it's the front door after all. He gets to it just as it's opening, some curious CLF member coming to investigate the noise of their guard dying. He doesn't bother with his gun, just grabs her and very neatly snaps her neck, then continues into the house.

[duology]

Dev doesn't move until Arlin moves, but even so, he has been positively quivering ever since they arrived here. He managed not to pace, at least, since that would attract too much attention. He also managed not to grin like an idiot--at least until Arlin moves.

"Funtimes now? Oh, I know you've been crying Francine, I know." He draws the machete from where it's strapped to his back. "I know, girl. You're. So. Thirsty."

As soon as Arlin has snapped the girl's neck, Dev pushes his way inside. And there they all are, standing and sitting and oblivious as they turn to see what the commotion is. The nearest one sees the machete and his eyes slowly widen and there, there is that delicious look of pure terror. Dev savors it for a split second before he smiles and swings the machete against the man's neck. The fountain of blood paints the wall red and spatters across the front of Dev's shirt.

Dev gives a little shiver.

"'By the pricking of my thumbs,'" he mutters as he turns toward the next one, eyes wide, "'Something wicked this way comes

[cleffies]

There is terror, there is chaos, there is panic.

There is a kid who has just jumped out of his folding chair, tripped over it, and very nearly broke his nose in the process. At the moment, he is scrambling to get to his feet and bolt for the door, because he so did not sign up for this.

Wumpus is about to get, well, WHUMPED.

[ducttapewarrior]

Michael was up on his feet and moving the second he heard the sound of a bullet impacting skull, a body hitting the ground. It's a sound you don't forget, and one Michael's used to reacting to before he even has time to analyze the situation.

He's out of his chair and in the other room - what used to be the kitchen - by the time Arlin hits the door. And then comes the screaming. Fantastic.

They came in through the front door, Michael's not going to bet his life that they won't be watching the back, and without knowing who's behind the attack, doesn't want to fight back. There's really no upside to him getting shot to keep these people alive. He starts moving quickly for one of the bedrooms toward the back of the house. If he can just get alone for a minute, no one's going to notice a black cat leaving the scene of a massacre.

[kineticmachine]

Most of them, predictably, went for the back door. Arlin's not worried about them in the least; between the assassins that came in through the front door with him and the ones waiting out back, those CLF are covered. It's the ones that are being smart and racing for other rooms (and presumably other exits) that he feels the need to follow. If anyone gets out of this alive, they'll be able to ID most of the attackers; even his Riftpower won't keep him completely safe, though they won't be able to pinpoint his face in a lineup or anything.

Hence why when Michael heads back toward a back bedroom, Arlin follows, gun ready.

[ducttapewarrior]

And he's being followed. Just what he needed. Okay, screw the cat. No one's shooting at him yet, but that's about to change in a minute, and not long after that, people are going to be chasing him. A black cat may be less noticeable, but for firepower and speed over any real distance, he'll take the wolf.

Reaching the bedroom, Michael doesn't bother opening the window - he puts his elbow through it and starts stripping. He'd planned on the need for a quick shift, though he'd kind of figured he'd be running from the CLF, not... whoever these people are. Either way, he's dressed in clothes easy to pull off, and in a few seconds he's shifting.

If he's lucky, he'll be completely changed and out the window by the time the intruders reach this room. If not, this is all going to get even more interesting in very unpleasant ways.

[duology]

Dev spots him and his grin widens. A kid. Who knows how old he even is, but it doesn't matter. He's here, he's Front, he's in the way, and he is nothing more than a sack of meat and blood right now. Dev catches at the back of his collar and yanks him backward, trying to yank him to the ground.

"Hello, boy. Oh, bad luck, bad luck, that it's me who finds you first."

Dev starts laughing as the raises the machete again and brings it down right in the center of the kid's head, splitting it open like a coconut. Blood and brain matter pour out, spilling onto Dev's hands, and he laughs again, high-pitched and wild.

[cleffies]

THIS SHIT IS NOT ON. There's panic, chaos, disorder, and flipping over makeshift furniture in an attempt to get to the door.

There's a small throng of people, led by SPARKLES, trying to escape out one of the rear exits, but apparently that exit wasn't meant to be opened, because the door is stuck.

Goddammit. Fucking wanderers. SPARKLES knew this shit would happen some day. Back in the old days, people did riots the old-fashioned way and none of this freaky spy shit.

[duology]

Dev is splattering himself with blood at this point, hacking at anyone stupid enough to come close enough as he makes his way toward the rear exit, laughing. It's high-pitched and insane, though has been carefully tailored to not sound quite like a cackle.

That would be such a cliche.

[weareacancer]

Rick was waiting a floor below Luka's vantage point, watching for the shot from a window. This sort of job isn't his deal; he's the subtler sort, prefers to not make a big scene of things, so he opted out of the action on this one.

He got roped along anyway. But right now he'll just be running interference with the sniper rifle. Boss wants to see how this new girl performs in all aspects of a hit, it's fine with him. Not that he had any choice in the matter. He just gets to relieve this Luka girl after she's taken the first hit.

So as soon as the guard goes down, he's up and moving to the roof. "Hey kid," he says softly as soon as he gets up there; no use having her startle when he shows up next to her and hurt him or something. "I'm to relieve you, get down there. Boss wants to see how you do in combat."

He doesn't really wait for her to leave the roof, just settles down where she was with the rifle and watches the action from there. If any police show up or any CLF make a break for it, they're dead.

[designed2kill]

Luka's already beginning to get up as Rick comes up on the roof. "I'm on it," she says. She hurries off the roof.

Pulling her gun out, Luka approaches the house. Holding her gun at the ready, she steps through the front door. Analyze the situation. Who presents the most immediate threat? Shoot them. Repeat as necessary until the room is clear.