Den Destruction
Character Name: Alexander Ivanovich
Origin: Underworld - OC
Word Count: 876
Character’s LJ: alxndr_ivnovich
Rating: PG -13
Prompt: July 2007 - Explosion
+/+\+/+\+
"Alucard, what's the chopper's ETA?"
"Five minutes."
"Damn."
More UV bullets whizzed past them, smacking into the wall opposite them. Alexander had thought that this would be easy. The reports showed that this den had taken heavy losses. Most of the ones in western Russia had. This one was especially low though, or so they had thought.
"How do you get me into these situations, Exander?"
"Whatever do you mean Alucard?" Alexander laughed as he stuck his arm around the corner, firing his revolver twice, and ducking back into safety as another burst flew towards their position.
Alucard rolled his eyes. "You know perfectly well what I mean." He chuckled. "These situations. The ones that there's no hope of getting out of, and yet somehow we do."
"Ah, these situations." Alexander smirked, reloading and holstering his revolver, and taking the AK-47 from his shoulder. "Would you believe, that the Covens are still using pistols as their primary weapons?"
Alucard shrugged. "Indeed. I would believe it. They never have brought a large amount of firepower to bare. Makes me glad that we left the Covens all those years ago. But why did we plant our spies? Why care what happens to them? It's not as if Viktor ever intended to keep his word to you."
"Maybe." Alexander chambered a round into the AK. "But that doesn't mean that the other Elders were as bad as him. I have wondered what Amelia and Marcus were like."
"Probably little better." Alucard said with a roll of his eyes. Elders. Phah! Elders his right fang! Stuck up aristocrats with too much power was more like it. "But why do you care about them at all?"
"I suppose... I'm really not sure." Alexander tilted his head as more UV bullets impacted the corner. They were getting closer. "We do owe the Covens our immortality." Alexander was not about to say that they owed Viktor anything though. "I think it's time to get out of here. What say you?"
"I agree. So, are we going out with our guns blazing?" Alucard asked with a smirk, drawing his two Desert Eagles, and flicking off the safeties.
"Sure, why not? Haven't done that in a while." Alexander returned the smirk. "On three." Alucard nodded in agreement. "One... Two.. Two and a half... THREE!!"
Bolting around the corner, Alexander brought the AK up, firing in bursts. Every time he pulled the trigger three thirty caliber silver nitrate rounds flew forth, and a lycan hit the floor, dead. Alucard was firing his Desert Eagles, two shots for a kill. UV bullets flew all around them.
Alexander had to agree. Bad guys were horrible shots.
That, or had very, very little training. Which for lycans, was highly likely.
"Let's get out of here before any of them decide to change!" Alexander said, and he and Alucard bolted for the stairwell up and out of the underground facility, and back to the surface where their radio would work again. As they ran up the metal stairs, Alexander chucked a couple concussion grenades down behind them. Seeing that, Alucard decided that leaping from floor to floor would be faster than running up the stairs, and began to do so, followed quickly by Alexander.
They soon reached the surface floor, the grenades going off behind them and the stairs dropping, sealing the only remaining exit of the underground structure as they ran outside. The Blackhawk was just arriving, and hovered just off the ground as the snow fell around them. The door was opened and they quickly scambled inside, shutting the door. The Blackhawk climbed higher and began to move away at a good speed, at least one hundred nots, as Alexander pulled out his radio.
"Claymore, Claymore, this is Sab One. Sab Two and myself are aboard Eagle One, and are away. You have permission to launch. I repeat, you have permission to launch."
The radio crackled a couple times, then cleared. "Affirmative. Claymore, launching now."
"Roger."
Alucard and Alexander moved to the window and looked out. In the distance they could make out a black dot with a trail of white smoke climbing rapidly. A missile. Specially designed.
It went up, above the clouds, and then began to come straight down toward the facility. It took less than three seconds for the missile to reach the ground from the altitude it had reached, but the explosion wasn't immediate. The missile slammed down through the levels until it reached the plethora of explosive charges that had been set, and were connected to other charges throughout the entire facility.
The missile went off as planned, detonating the cache's worth of detonation charges in the bottom, along with stores of ammunition. That also began a chain reaction as the other charges throughout the facility detonated. The whole place went up in one big, cumilative, bang. The only thing left was a smoldering crater that was to be filled with debris, and erased by the fast falling snow.
Alexander smirked to himself. "Let's see the Covens do that." He laughed. "No Death Dealer has ever had, nor shall one ever have, this much fun. God I'm glad we left."
Alucard let out a sigh. It was finally over. "Take us home, boys."
Origin: Underworld - OC
Word Count: 876
Character’s LJ: alxndr_ivnovich
Rating: PG -13
Prompt: July 2007 - Explosion
+/+\+/+\+
"Alucard, what's the chopper's ETA?"
"Five minutes."
"Damn."
More UV bullets whizzed past them, smacking into the wall opposite them. Alexander had thought that this would be easy. The reports showed that this den had taken heavy losses. Most of the ones in western Russia had. This one was especially low though, or so they had thought.
"How do you get me into these situations, Exander?"
"Whatever do you mean Alucard?" Alexander laughed as he stuck his arm around the corner, firing his revolver twice, and ducking back into safety as another burst flew towards their position.
Alucard rolled his eyes. "You know perfectly well what I mean." He chuckled. "These situations. The ones that there's no hope of getting out of, and yet somehow we do."
"Ah, these situations." Alexander smirked, reloading and holstering his revolver, and taking the AK-47 from his shoulder. "Would you believe, that the Covens are still using pistols as their primary weapons?"
Alucard shrugged. "Indeed. I would believe it. They never have brought a large amount of firepower to bare. Makes me glad that we left the Covens all those years ago. But why did we plant our spies? Why care what happens to them? It's not as if Viktor ever intended to keep his word to you."
"Maybe." Alexander chambered a round into the AK. "But that doesn't mean that the other Elders were as bad as him. I have wondered what Amelia and Marcus were like."
"Probably little better." Alucard said with a roll of his eyes. Elders. Phah! Elders his right fang! Stuck up aristocrats with too much power was more like it. "But why do you care about them at all?"
"I suppose... I'm really not sure." Alexander tilted his head as more UV bullets impacted the corner. They were getting closer. "We do owe the Covens our immortality." Alexander was not about to say that they owed Viktor anything though. "I think it's time to get out of here. What say you?"
"I agree. So, are we going out with our guns blazing?" Alucard asked with a smirk, drawing his two Desert Eagles, and flicking off the safeties.
"Sure, why not? Haven't done that in a while." Alexander returned the smirk. "On three." Alucard nodded in agreement. "One... Two.. Two and a half... THREE!!"
Bolting around the corner, Alexander brought the AK up, firing in bursts. Every time he pulled the trigger three thirty caliber silver nitrate rounds flew forth, and a lycan hit the floor, dead. Alucard was firing his Desert Eagles, two shots for a kill. UV bullets flew all around them.
Alexander had to agree. Bad guys were horrible shots.
That, or had very, very little training. Which for lycans, was highly likely.
"Let's get out of here before any of them decide to change!" Alexander said, and he and Alucard bolted for the stairwell up and out of the underground facility, and back to the surface where their radio would work again. As they ran up the metal stairs, Alexander chucked a couple concussion grenades down behind them. Seeing that, Alucard decided that leaping from floor to floor would be faster than running up the stairs, and began to do so, followed quickly by Alexander.
They soon reached the surface floor, the grenades going off behind them and the stairs dropping, sealing the only remaining exit of the underground structure as they ran outside. The Blackhawk was just arriving, and hovered just off the ground as the snow fell around them. The door was opened and they quickly scambled inside, shutting the door. The Blackhawk climbed higher and began to move away at a good speed, at least one hundred nots, as Alexander pulled out his radio.
"Claymore, Claymore, this is Sab One. Sab Two and myself are aboard Eagle One, and are away. You have permission to launch. I repeat, you have permission to launch."
The radio crackled a couple times, then cleared. "Affirmative. Claymore, launching now."
"Roger."
Alucard and Alexander moved to the window and looked out. In the distance they could make out a black dot with a trail of white smoke climbing rapidly. A missile. Specially designed.
It went up, above the clouds, and then began to come straight down toward the facility. It took less than three seconds for the missile to reach the ground from the altitude it had reached, but the explosion wasn't immediate. The missile slammed down through the levels until it reached the plethora of explosive charges that had been set, and were connected to other charges throughout the entire facility.
The missile went off as planned, detonating the cache's worth of detonation charges in the bottom, along with stores of ammunition. That also began a chain reaction as the other charges throughout the facility detonated. The whole place went up in one big, cumilative, bang. The only thing left was a smoldering crater that was to be filled with debris, and erased by the fast falling snow.
Alexander smirked to himself. "Let's see the Covens do that." He laughed. "No Death Dealer has ever had, nor shall one ever have, this much fun. God I'm glad we left."
Alucard let out a sigh. It was finally over. "Take us home, boys."