What was really meant by the term extraction when referring to John was teleportation. He was their way into the camp once they were on the perimeter, as well as a scout for that matter, and with only a few hundred yards to go to the fencing it was easy to feel the team getting themselves all psyched up and prepared.
The undergrowth was thick enough
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Sparking up a lighter, Pyro drew the flame out before building on it and building on it and casting it up and over the sky just shy of the base. He'd done the big flashy stuff more than once and right now, Skyes couldn't bitch about charred grass because it wasn't his compound and they were saving his stupid skin.
The activity around the base had already started and Pyro just urged his fire down closer to the ground and all the activity, scattering groups everywhere. If it was distraction they wanted, it was distraction they'd get.
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A quick glare was all Jack would see before she bolted off again, jumping into a tree and making her way from tree to tree like some weird kind of acrobat. She was making her way further south while sending her explosions to the east in an effort to hide her location. Leaping from a tree to the roof of a watchtower, she crouched and took a look around to see where her powers might be needed most.
While she had the time, she was going to radio the teams to check if they needed back-up. "Wraith, Hughes, Jones, Wilson. How're we doin' in there?"
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His voice was a little bit drowned out by the noise of the tannoy system still blaring about the INTRUDER ALERT: CODE 100 in the background. "We're good Collins. Just keep 'em distracted outside. I think they believe we're more than we are but unorganised so let's keep it that way."
The radio fell silent once more. The Extraction team were relying on the Distraction team to provide them with enough suitable cover. So far it seemed to be working as the operatives were focused on the chaos that was developing outside and seemed surprised to see mutants in the building already. John couldn't fault the others for that!
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The blanket of fire and smoke wasn't enough cover right then, but turning the whole place into an inferno probably wasn't a good idea. He was mostly toying with people, mild burns, enough to make them drop and roll to put themselves out, enough that he wasn't getting too close to anyone to really face much danger. But Jack and his stupid sniper rifle seemed to always be a danger.
Putting up a wall of fire, almost completely surrounding himself, St John pushed his limits and wore out two lighters to feed it, his hands were on fucking fire with the sizzle of heat and mild pain, but it wasn't a big deal because any more of Jack's bullets were going to miss damnit.
And those idiot humans were fucking shitting themselves. Pyro figured he was doing pretty good just to be following orders as a distraction.
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Noticing a group of operatives that were closely guarding a section of building with no windows and what appeared to be reinforced walls, Haylie frowned and threw a rock charged with energy a few yards away from them. When it exploded, the operatives drew their weapons and looked around, but didn't leave their post.
Well, if that's not a red flag, then I don't know what is.
Getting on the radio again, she opened the channel to everyone and kept her voice low. "I think I found our tower and our dragons." What? Wade's joke was kinda clever.
Little did she know, it was merely a decoy. And boy, was she gonna be pissed when she found out.
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Another gunshot sounded but this time it was closer. And then pain blossomed and then his control went to shit and the fires just raged on their own as he dropped to his knees and gripped his stomach. Fucking ChristHis hand came away slippery with blood and holy hell, that was a lot of blood. That was so much more than the first time, so much more than when his fucking shoulder was just seeping blood back in Russia. Missions were not something Pyro liked. "Fuck, ow ( ... )
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Oh wait. Maybe the bloody St John was a little too apt.
"Haylie? Find out what the fuck is goin' on an' then take a look at that location if you can. We're making a move. Keepin' contact to a minimum; radios on emergency contact only. Pyro you better not be playing pranks!"
And with that John left Haylie, Pyro and Jack to fend for themselves. If they were desperate they'd have to deal with it and hope for the best.
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"Pyro? Pyro, are you okay? What's going on?" She felt a little desperate for information. She was lost in this building with no idea where Sykes was and she had no idea what was going on outside but it didn't sound good. "Someone talk to me. Please."
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He would've sighed if it didn't hurt. And then Haylie appeared.
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"Fine. I'm not responsible for what happens to Hendley." She snapped into the radio and leapt from the watchtower into a nearby tree, grasping onto a branch as she swung herself towards another tree and repeated the process until she ran out of trees to cover her. The last hundred yards brought her into a full sprint while she sent off a series of small explosions to lead the operatives to Jack. He could deal with them on his own. He deserved it.
Reaching Pyro, she focused her sonicboom around herself to get through the flames and drop to her knees. Jesus, it's like Spencer all over again.
"Hey, I need to get a look at your injuries."
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"I need t'move your hand and get some bandages on you, okay? I'm a medic, not a surgeon, so it has to stay in there until we get someone with tools and training to do this the right way." Because from what she could see, there wasn't an exit wound, and that meant it could be tangled in a lot of nasty places that she'd prefer not to think about.
While she waited for him to comply, she got on the radio to respond to Angel. "Fuckin' Hendley shot him. He'll be fine, Red, just hurry up and find the Captain so we can get him outta here and to a doctor."
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For the first time, the radio crackled to life with Jack's voice. The words were punctuated by occasional gunfire and once the loud boom of a grenade. "Still alive, kiddo?" Bang! "Damn shame. Better hope-" Ka-bang! "-you bleed out soon. It'll be better'n what I've got planned for you ( ... )
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