Hunnigan's head turns once, to watch a little dog pass by. She's not out of place, she's just locationally disadvantaged--
There's the tail. She didn't have time to change; she was running an errand when she got the mayday, and she blended in perfectly well there.
She replays the glimpse she got of him. That overcoat could be hiding anything. She's got a light bulletproof vest, yes, but it won't save her from a headshot. In short, she needs someone who's prepared for trouble, someone who can drop in at a moment's notice.
Leon.
She dials a number on her cell phone, not looking towards her car yet. Let him not know where she's going. The cell phone rings, and rings. Leon doesn't pick up. She's on her own. She almost reaches for her PINpoint.
It isn't there. It's in her handbag. The handbag she left in the car because two purses would be too obvious.
She's getting the lightest adrenaline jangle now. But she's not running until she knows she's been targeted. She reaches for her car keys instead, and moves a little faster, stretching out her lead.
And there she goes. Headed for the car. He almost smiles. Almost.
He watches her pull the cellphone out, making a call. He only has a glimpse in profile of her face when she reaches to put the phone away, but the look he sees says enough. Her back-up wasn't responding.
He briefly checks six to make sure the man he had been tailing earlier hadn't snuck up to flank him. The coast was clear. When he turns back, he sees Hunnigan making a beeline toward the fence. There is a brief moment where HUNK nearly draws his gun and shoots her, and that is when her hand goes for the PINpoint. Lucky for her, he's very cool in situations like these and sees her hand come out of the pocket with car keys.
~I don't think so...~
If she were to turn around and look again, Hunnigan will notice her tail seems to have disappeared. Uh oh...
There's a fence ahead, with three major gaps in it. The one in the middle is the shortest line to her destination, but she doesn't like the idea that there's two sides to watch out for as she goes through. Best to go for the gap on the right. She veers sharply, moving quickly.
She doesn't look around. She's still in her role, which is a woman with nothing unique or special about her walking to her car.
She moves in close to the wall to see around the fence a little more. And there's her car. Not much further.
HUNK is watching her through the windows of an old Buick. He sees her make her choice in exit routes. Smart. Any average person would just take the nearest hole to go through. Hers was a conscious, tactical decision. Go time.
He stands, and pulls a concealed HK69 40mm Grenade Launcher from beneath his overcoat. It takes maybe three seconds to adjust the leaf site, and with a muted WHUMP! HUNK pulls the firing stud and launches the grenade over Hunnigan's head and into the side of her sedan. It explodes in a ball of flame, flipping the car over onto it's roof.
Now it was time to see just what this agent was made of.
From the front, Hunnigan appears to be made primarily of huge horror-round eyes.
The next time she glances at someone and thinks that they could have anything under their coat, she's going to keep her list of suspected items a lot longer. Provided she makes it to the next time.
She has no trouble with her next step. Car and PIN don't exist now. There's a subway. It's a couple blocks away, but it's really the only way to go; crowded, and primarily full of businesspeople from the downtown exchange. She'll blend in easily.
The initial launch came from someone behind her and to her left, so she veers right, ducking behind a row of cars for cover and scrambling towards the street. She heads around the other side of a van and crosses, fast. The nearest wall her is the high, solid outside of a junkyard full of piled cars and metal. Inside it will be his jungle--if he manages to catch up before she gets out.
It is indeed go time. And Hunnigan? Hunnigan is gone.
Not surprisingly, the crowded subway entrance begins to get uncrowded very quickly after the grenade explodes. People begin to shout and clamor. It's not outright panic, but god damn that was a loud boom.
He slings the grenade launcher back under the coat and draws his .50AE Desert Eagle from a shoulder holster.
Behind Hunnigan, the hand cannon roars to life. Car windshields near her explode into showers of glass, fist sized-holes appear in their sides, and the driver side headlight of the van blows out just after she runs past it, the bullets tracking her and stitching through the van like it was made of balsa wood.
And then, the only sounds heard are the clattering of spent shell casings on the concrete and footsteps fast approaching.
HUNK watches her head toward the junkyard. Good. Easier to dispose of a body. Maybe he'd give her a nice clean head shot for saving him the trouble of finding a spot to hide her corpse.
He reloads as he runs, dropping the empty magazine to the street and slamming in a fresh one. Carefully, he enters the junkyard, pistol held out in front of him in a combat grip. She'd make a mistake. He guaranteed it.
She's not looking back to figure out what that was, but she's now confirmed that she's running for her life. This guy's not messing around.
Luckily, neither is she. She pulls her taser out. Trying to outshoot him will definitely get her taken down; she's prepared for nonlethal evasion, but her concealed-carry handgun still means she's outgunned. Even if they were both unarmed, he'd have the advantage. He does this for a living.
So she's not playing his game. She flicks the taser battery through a car window as she passes it.
She's running for the front gate, where she'll be back on the sidewalk, out where he'll have to worry about police interference and casualties. She's almost there, which doubtless means he's closing in.
Her other hand dips into her purse. She slid the files in behind a few other objects. One she pulls out now.
Smoke grenade.
It hits the ground. She puts on a burst of speed, flattening herself against the wall on the other side of the gate. Desperate for ideas, she looks up. There's a protrusion above her head. She levels the taser and fires at the opposite wall, where there's a wide crack in the wood, then loops it around the protrusion four times.
If her plan worked, the man behind her just accelerated to get through the smoke before it spread; in that case, he's now about to run into a taut wire strung at neck height.
She's not sticking around to see what happens. She's booking it down the sidewalk, moving behind every available patch of cover, shouting for people to get down.
It was a good thing Hunnigan went with evasion rather than confrontation. HUNK sees the grenade she pulls, recognizing the shape of it immediately. Smoke. This woman must really be either foolish or desperate.
HUNK increases his speed, overcoat whipping out behind him as he charges through the smoke cloud now forming. His grip on the handgun is tight, and when he got through this cloud, he was going to-
!!!HURK!!!
He feels something bite into his neck, and the momentum of his running sends both legs kicking forward and out as he slams to the ground on his back. He had just clotheslined himself.
He hears Hunnigan shouting at civilians, but he is unable to move for the moment. Actually, he's not able to do much more than lay there and hold his bleeding neck. If he had been going any faster, he might have torn into his trachea.
But he did not, and that was what mattered now. He gropes around for the handgun, fingers finally tightening on it after a few moments. He slowly picks himself up, staggering forward out of the smoke as he coughs and gasps. Blood runs down to soak the white undershirt of his suit crimson.
Then, he spots her running past the front gate towards the east. Running, taking cover. Well, she couldn't run forever.
"Clever...", he hisses out, then takes off. Time to bleed later.
HUNK's run takes him roughly southeast. Upon nearing the fence he leaps onto the hood of an old flatbed truck parked near it, then to the roof, and up and over the fence.
He lands in a crouch on the street. Directly across from him is an apartment complex. Too many civilians there. Not that he cared about their safety, but they would get in the way. Better to avaoid that altogether. Instead, he heads northwards, hoping to cut Hunnigan off and surprise her at the corner between the junkyard and the apartment complex.
She throws a look over her shoulder. Nothing. Which means either he never hit her trap and went right through the junkyard, or he ran into something jagged in the smoke and is now bleeding to death. Too much to hope for.
She reaches for her second grenade, but there's too much moving traffic. Even a smoke grenade would be irresponsible. No taser, and guns are a bad idea. She cuts across the street right then and there. She's going around the intersection and into an apartment, where the numbers of people are to her advantage.
She stays low, moving behind the cars. Hopefully he won't see her until she's across the intersection.
HUNK watches her cross the intersection, flattening against the fence as she runs past. Good, she didn't see him. And there she goes towards the apartments. Shit. He was hoping to avoid that, but no plan survived contact with the enemy.
No way was he gonna run headlong into another boobytrap. He touches his injured neck and winces at that little reminder.
After a quick scan, he decides on a plan of action. HUNK crosses the street to the south side of the building and clambers up the fire escape there. It's not easy going, being that he's in a suit and dress shoes, but he's had worse.
He drops prone onto the balcony, low crawling forward as he looks for a sniping position to cover the stairs, the Desert Eagle levelled.
Hunnigan was indeed going for the roof, figuring it had the most access to other places and the best vantage point. The door flies open, and Hunnigan--
--drops as she grabs it on the rebound and pulls it right back shut, stifling a scream. If she'd been any slower, she'd have some major holes in her to worry about.
She throws herself back down the stairs. She kicks in the first door she sees, but the chain's on. She runs past, trying the next. A man watching the TV looks up--
"Downstaydown!" she pants. Aha. Sliding door. She wrenches it open, backs up, and runs, launching herself over the railing and off the balcony. She catches the next railing, dragging herself over, and breaks the glass door open with a deck chair before covering her head and throwing herself through.
She still has the purse. She's just hoping she has her head when this is over. She picks herself off the carpet and runs for the apartment hallway.
She surprises him. That hasn't happened in a long time. Maybe age was catching up with HUNK. He's fast, but not quite fast enough.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Three shots scream out from the Desert Eagle, slamming through the door she went through. Lucky for her she was already on her way down the stairs.
HUNK pulls himself to his feet just as the sound of police sirens fills the air from a few blocks down. Gonna have to make this quick. But she could be anywhere...
And then the sounds of slamming furniture, breaking glass, and someone yelling from the other side of the building. Now this he could handle. He follows the balcony around, spotting the broken glass door. Aha!
Holstering the pistol, HUNK withdraws the grenade launcher and fires another round down and into the apartment. Hopefully he could smoke her out of there. As the grenade whips through the air, HUNK backs up a few steps, the charges forward and leaps through the air, arms akimbo. He touches down on the very edge of the far balcony, grabbing the rail with his free hand as the grenade explodes in the apartment underneath him.
Hunnigan's just out in the hall again when the building shakes. Cracks appear in the wall beside her, the lights dim, and part of a lamp flies out through the open door and shatters. The sound is physical. Thank God she didn't see anyone--but she didn't do a sweep, either.
The sprinklers kick on inside, and fire alarms begin blaring. She's got to get to the ground floor, and she's got to do it now. A lot of people will begin running out. She starts moving, but a confused family hits the hallway, and she ends up getting spit out at the north entrance.
She runs like hell. He's really risking people's lives, here; she can't stay with the group now. It's irresponsible.
He vaults over the balcony rail, landing on the ground below just as a police cruiser pulls around the corner. No time for this nonsense. A pull of the grenade launcher's trigger turns the police car into a flaming deathtrap, rolling and flipping across the road. It finally comes to "rest" by smashing through the front electronic doors of the mall.
HUNK pitches the empty launcher aside, drawing the Desert Eagle again as he runs toward Hunnigan, trying to herd her back into the building.
It's not that she can handle this--actually, she can't. But he's just murdered some officers and he's drawing a gun. If she stays outside, where people are starting to panic and run in alarm, she's going to get more people killed.
It's back inside. She slams the door behind her, flipping the deadbolt, running down the hall and up the stairs. There's trash on the landing; she throws it down behind her, trying to get a few more seconds.
And she sends a flashbang with it. Come on, she needs time.
Onward he comes, blasting the wood around the door lock into splinters as he runs. He hits it with a shoulder, continuing his charge up the stairs.
Suddenly, something is wrong. The world has gone white, his ears are ringing, and he feels himself falling backwards down the steps.
HUNK's body rolls to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, his Desert Eagle now laying midway up. Hunnigan could grab it, if she was feeling brave enough...
There's the tail. She didn't have time to change; she was running an errand when she got the mayday, and she blended in perfectly well there.
She replays the glimpse she got of him. That overcoat could be hiding anything. She's got a light bulletproof vest, yes, but it won't save her from a headshot. In short, she needs someone who's prepared for trouble, someone who can drop in at a moment's notice.
Leon.
She dials a number on her cell phone, not looking towards her car yet. Let him not know where she's going. The cell phone rings, and rings. Leon doesn't pick up. She's on her own. She almost reaches for her PINpoint.
It isn't there. It's in her handbag. The handbag she left in the car because two purses would be too obvious.
She's getting the lightest adrenaline jangle now. But she's not running until she knows she's been targeted. She reaches for her car keys instead, and moves a little faster, stretching out her lead.
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He watches her pull the cellphone out, making a call. He only has a glimpse in profile of her face when she reaches to put the phone away, but the look he sees says enough. Her back-up wasn't responding.
He briefly checks six to make sure the man he had been tailing earlier hadn't snuck up to flank him. The coast was clear. When he turns back, he sees Hunnigan making a beeline toward the fence. There is a brief moment where HUNK nearly draws his gun and shoots her, and that is when her hand goes for the PINpoint. Lucky for her, he's very cool in situations like these and sees her hand come out of the pocket with car keys.
~I don't think so...~
If she were to turn around and look again, Hunnigan will notice her tail seems to have disappeared. Uh oh...
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She doesn't look around. She's still in her role, which is a woman with nothing unique or special about her walking to her car.
She moves in close to the wall to see around the fence a little more. And there's her car. Not much further.
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He stands, and pulls a concealed HK69 40mm Grenade Launcher from beneath his overcoat. It takes maybe three seconds to adjust the leaf site, and with a muted WHUMP! HUNK pulls the firing stud and launches the grenade over Hunnigan's head and into the side of her sedan. It explodes in a ball of flame, flipping the car over onto it's roof.
Now it was time to see just what this agent was made of.
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The next time she glances at someone and thinks that they could have anything under their coat, she's going to keep her list of suspected items a lot longer. Provided she makes it to the next time.
She has no trouble with her next step. Car and PIN don't exist now. There's a subway. It's a couple blocks away, but it's really the only way to go; crowded, and primarily full of businesspeople from the downtown exchange. She'll blend in easily.
The initial launch came from someone behind her and to her left, so she veers right, ducking behind a row of cars for cover and scrambling towards the street. She heads around the other side of a van and crosses, fast. The nearest wall her is the high, solid outside of a junkyard full of piled cars and metal. Inside it will be his jungle--if he manages to catch up before she gets out.
It is indeed go time. And Hunnigan? Hunnigan is gone.
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He slings the grenade launcher back under the coat and draws his .50AE Desert Eagle from a shoulder holster.
Behind Hunnigan, the hand cannon roars to life. Car windshields near her explode into showers of glass, fist sized-holes appear in their sides, and the driver side headlight of the van blows out just after she runs past it, the bullets tracking her and stitching through the van like it was made of balsa wood.
And then, the only sounds heard are the clattering of spent shell casings on the concrete and footsteps fast approaching.
HUNK watches her head toward the junkyard. Good. Easier to dispose of a body. Maybe he'd give her a nice clean head shot for saving him the trouble of finding a spot to hide her corpse.
He reloads as he runs, dropping the empty magazine to the street and slamming in a fresh one. Carefully, he enters the junkyard, pistol held out in front of him in a combat grip. She'd make a mistake. He guaranteed it.
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She's not looking back to figure out what that was, but she's now confirmed that she's running for her life. This guy's not messing around.
Luckily, neither is she. She pulls her taser out. Trying to outshoot him will definitely get her taken down; she's prepared for nonlethal evasion, but her concealed-carry handgun still means she's outgunned. Even if they were both unarmed, he'd have the advantage. He does this for a living.
So she's not playing his game. She flicks the taser battery through a car window as she passes it.
She's running for the front gate, where she'll be back on the sidewalk, out where he'll have to worry about police interference and casualties. She's almost there, which doubtless means he's closing in.
Her other hand dips into her purse. She slid the files in behind a few other objects. One she pulls out now.
Smoke grenade.
It hits the ground. She puts on a burst of speed, flattening herself against the wall on the other side of the gate. Desperate for ideas, she looks up. There's a protrusion above her head. She levels the taser and fires at the opposite wall, where there's a wide crack in the wood, then loops it around the protrusion four times.
If her plan worked, the man behind her just accelerated to get through the smoke before it spread; in that case, he's now about to run into a taut wire strung at neck height.
She's not sticking around to see what happens. She's booking it down the sidewalk, moving behind every available patch of cover, shouting for people to get down.
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HUNK increases his speed, overcoat whipping out behind him as he charges through the smoke cloud now forming. His grip on the handgun is tight, and when he got through this cloud, he was going to-
!!!HURK!!!
He feels something bite into his neck, and the momentum of his running sends both legs kicking forward and out as he slams to the ground on his back. He had just clotheslined himself.
He hears Hunnigan shouting at civilians, but he is unable to move for the moment. Actually, he's not able to do much more than lay there and hold his bleeding neck. If he had been going any faster, he might have torn into his trachea.
But he did not, and that was what mattered now. He gropes around for the handgun, fingers finally tightening on it after a few moments. He slowly picks himself up, staggering forward out of the smoke as he coughs and gasps. Blood runs down to soak the white undershirt of his suit crimson.
Then, he spots her running past the front gate towards the east. Running, taking cover. Well, she couldn't run forever.
"Clever...", he hisses out, then takes off. Time to bleed later.
HUNK's run takes him roughly southeast. Upon nearing the fence he leaps onto the hood of an old flatbed truck parked near it, then to the roof, and up and over the fence.
He lands in a crouch on the street. Directly across from him is an apartment complex. Too many civilians there. Not that he cared about their safety, but they would get in the way. Better to avaoid that altogether. Instead, he heads northwards, hoping to cut Hunnigan off and surprise her at the corner between the junkyard and the apartment complex.
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She reaches for her second grenade, but there's too much moving traffic. Even a smoke grenade would be irresponsible. No taser, and guns are a bad idea. She cuts across the street right then and there. She's going around the intersection and into an apartment, where the numbers of people are to her advantage.
She stays low, moving behind the cars. Hopefully he won't see her until she's across the intersection.
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No way was he gonna run headlong into another boobytrap. He touches his injured neck and winces at that little reminder.
After a quick scan, he decides on a plan of action. HUNK crosses the street to the south side of the building and clambers up the fire escape there. It's not easy going, being that he's in a suit and dress shoes, but he's had worse.
He drops prone onto the balcony, low crawling forward as he looks for a sniping position to cover the stairs, the Desert Eagle levelled.
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--drops as she grabs it on the rebound and pulls it right back shut, stifling a scream. If she'd been any slower, she'd have some major holes in her to worry about.
She throws herself back down the stairs. She kicks in the first door she sees, but the chain's on. She runs past, trying the next. A man watching the TV looks up--
"Downstaydown!" she pants. Aha. Sliding door. She wrenches it open, backs up, and runs, launching herself over the railing and off the balcony. She catches the next railing, dragging herself over, and breaks the glass door open with a deck chair before covering her head and throwing herself through.
She still has the purse. She's just hoping she has her head when this is over. She picks herself off the carpet and runs for the apartment hallway.
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BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Three shots scream out from the Desert Eagle, slamming through the door she went through. Lucky for her she was already on her way down the stairs.
HUNK pulls himself to his feet just as the sound of police sirens fills the air from a few blocks down. Gonna have to make this quick. But she could be anywhere...
And then the sounds of slamming furniture, breaking glass, and someone yelling from the other side of the building. Now this he could handle. He follows the balcony around, spotting the broken glass door. Aha!
Holstering the pistol, HUNK withdraws the grenade launcher and fires another round down and into the apartment. Hopefully he could smoke her out of there. As the grenade whips through the air, HUNK backs up a few steps, the charges forward and leaps through the air, arms akimbo. He touches down on the very edge of the far balcony, grabbing the rail with his free hand as the grenade explodes in the apartment underneath him.
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The sprinklers kick on inside, and fire alarms begin blaring. She's got to get to the ground floor, and she's got to do it now. A lot of people will begin running out. She starts moving, but a confused family hits the hallway, and she ends up getting spit out at the north entrance.
She runs like hell. He's really risking people's lives, here; she can't stay with the group now. It's irresponsible.
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He vaults over the balcony rail, landing on the ground below just as a police cruiser pulls around the corner. No time for this nonsense. A pull of the grenade launcher's trigger turns the police car into a flaming deathtrap, rolling and flipping across the road. It finally comes to "rest" by smashing through the front electronic doors of the mall.
HUNK pitches the empty launcher aside, drawing the Desert Eagle again as he runs toward Hunnigan, trying to herd her back into the building.
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It's not that she can handle this--actually, she can't. But he's just murdered some officers and he's drawing a gun. If she stays outside, where people are starting to panic and run in alarm, she's going to get more people killed.
It's back inside. She slams the door behind her, flipping the deadbolt, running down the hall and up the stairs. There's trash on the landing; she throws it down behind her, trying to get a few more seconds.
And she sends a flashbang with it. Come on, she needs time.
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Suddenly, something is wrong. The world has gone white, his ears are ringing, and he feels himself falling backwards down the steps.
HUNK's body rolls to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, his Desert Eagle now laying midway up. Hunnigan could grab it, if she was feeling brave enough...
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