{Big Bang - J2} Dreaming in Cordite - Cyberpunk AU - 11
Title: Dreaming in Cordite
Author Name: deannawol
Artist Name: sandrainthesun
Genre: RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sam Ferris, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Christian Kane, Various Others.
Rating: 18 Overall - Sexual situations, graphic violence in places and adult language
Warnings: Slash (M/M) relationship, oral sex, violence, off-screen death of a non J2 character.
Word Count: ~51,000
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The submachine gun clicked as the last bullet sped towards it’s target, knocking the guy backwards. JD let the gun fall, pulling out his handgun. Clicking off the safety, he cocked the gun. A squeeze of the trigger and another man fell. His shoulder and wrist ached but he couldn’t spare the time to do more than shake them out. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been playing tag with the fucking army of mercs that had waltzed through his security like it wasn't there. He was just grateful most of the sons of bitches hadn't learnt to duck. JD shook his head; no jokes, no arrogance. Not until he knew that the kids were safe.
Plaster rained down as he ducked back into cover. Visibility dropped to shit but JD was all outta friends. 'Friendly fire' had just became the intruders' problem. He wasn't even nearly out of the woods yet. Pinned into one of the alcoves close to the executive offices and running out of ammo. Not exactly how he had planned on this going but he'd gotten at least thirty of the bastards so far. Every merc dead or dying on the marble floors was one less gunning for his charges. Every minute he kept them focused on him was another minute that he kept them away from the kids and Christian. And that was all that mattered.
He ducked out, firing at the nearest merc. He had a bead on the next guy when a shockwave damn near threw him clean off his feet. Everything lurched sideways. Diagnositics and warnings flashed across his vision as his cyberwear scrambled to recover. Percussive blast; C-6 at least to rock the plas-crete like that. Which the fucking genius had decided to bomb the building? JD dived for the nearest doorway as the mercs scattered. Arches rocked and split dumping chunks of actual ceiling down on the marble floor. JD glanced up at the three-four inch cracks spider-webbing the ceiling overhead. Shit.
Machine gun fire blasted past him, punching holes through the cracked walls. JD ducked and wove down the corridor, snapping off shots as best he could. He fetched up by the elevators, all locked down. A moment to reload and check his mental map was all he allowed himself. He heard the sounds of boots and magazines being hastily snapped into guns.
Sticking his gun around the corner, JD fired randomly; hoping to buy himself a little space but he was trapped. The building swayed again again. JD watched the cracks lengthen and stretch. More dust dropped covering his armour in white dust. Another minute, maybe two and he was outta the game whether he liked it or not. Wouldn’t be much good to anyone then.
A deep breath, a prayer, and JD was moving. 9-mils rattled off his armour as he rounded the corner. A shotgun chambered a round behind him. He fired wild over his shoulder. There was cursing, yelling and more bullets zipping past. He ducked into the reception of the executive office and slammed the bullet proof doors locked behind him. He did a quick circuit of the room before moving to Christian’s outer office. The door was open a slit. JD stepped closer, gun raised as he manoeuvred to see in the door.
Behind the desk, Christian was closing down his laptop and putting it into his briefcase. Just behind and to the left of him his personal bodyguard, Steve Carlson stood, a Militech Ronin assault rifle cradled in his hands. JD stiffened. He still had his suspicions about Carlson since that night at the bar but so far he hadn’t been able to dig up anything solid. Years of combat-experience had sharpened his instincts and they were still sounding the alarm when it came to Steve. He didn’t trust the guy. He’d transferred in with Christian when he’d come after the incident so JD hadn’t had a chance to check out his history or references. He’d seemed decent, loyal, tough; all good qualities for a bodyguard. All qualities that could be faked. Right now he was holding a gun on Christian's back. No overt threat but JD's finger itched around the trigger.
Christian looked annoyed, slamming the briefcase closed. JD moved back as he said something to Steve that made the bigger man tense. Dialling up his hearing, he lined up the shot and listened carefully.
“-king believe this shit! You tell that fuckwit of a cousin that he better have a damn good reason for bringing explosives into my damn building or I swear I'll put an open contract on his ass. Professionals my ass! Two fucking kids, Steve, I ask your cousin to take out two helpless kids in a goddamn penthouse with the everything but a fucking red carpet rolled out and he can't manage that? What the fuck am I paying him for? Huh?”
JD’s blood turned to ice. Carlson, he'd suspected, damn near convicted the man in his head. He'd never seriously thought of Christian as the mastermind. But with the word straight from the horse's mouth, the pieces were falling into place far too damn neatly. Christian out of the city, the detailed intel that only family - or nearly family - could have supplied and Christian taking over so quickly. JD bit his tongue hard to hold back the cursing. That bastard had planned it all along, playing them all for goddam fools. Well, that would stop today, now.
Holstering his handgun, JD reached for the grenade pouch at his waist. Frag grenade, probably enough to bring down half the damn building. He took a deep breath, rubbing his fingers along the curve of the grenade. One shot. The kids would be safe. Sam'd see to that. Three seconds and they'd be safe.
Slipping his finger into the pin, he opened the door. He saw Christian look up; saw Carlson bringing his rifle up. Then the grenade was flying into the room. JD slammed the door and threw himself backwards. The countdown in the corner of his eye clicked down. 3..2..1...
The shock of the explosion hurled him into the wall. JD heard something snap; then his head slammed into the marble pillar and everything went black.
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Author Name: deannawol
Artist Name: sandrainthesun
Genre: RPS AU
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sam Ferris, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Christian Kane, Various Others.
Rating: 18 Overall - Sexual situations, graphic violence in places and adult language
Warnings: Slash (M/M) relationship, oral sex, violence, off-screen death of a non J2 character.
Word Count: ~51,000
~#~#~
The submachine gun clicked as the last bullet sped towards it’s target, knocking the guy backwards. JD let the gun fall, pulling out his handgun. Clicking off the safety, he cocked the gun. A squeeze of the trigger and another man fell. His shoulder and wrist ached but he couldn’t spare the time to do more than shake them out. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been playing tag with the fucking army of mercs that had waltzed through his security like it wasn't there. He was just grateful most of the sons of bitches hadn't learnt to duck. JD shook his head; no jokes, no arrogance. Not until he knew that the kids were safe.
Plaster rained down as he ducked back into cover. Visibility dropped to shit but JD was all outta friends. 'Friendly fire' had just became the intruders' problem. He wasn't even nearly out of the woods yet. Pinned into one of the alcoves close to the executive offices and running out of ammo. Not exactly how he had planned on this going but he'd gotten at least thirty of the bastards so far. Every merc dead or dying on the marble floors was one less gunning for his charges. Every minute he kept them focused on him was another minute that he kept them away from the kids and Christian. And that was all that mattered.
He ducked out, firing at the nearest merc. He had a bead on the next guy when a shockwave damn near threw him clean off his feet. Everything lurched sideways. Diagnositics and warnings flashed across his vision as his cyberwear scrambled to recover. Percussive blast; C-6 at least to rock the plas-crete like that. Which the fucking genius had decided to bomb the building? JD dived for the nearest doorway as the mercs scattered. Arches rocked and split dumping chunks of actual ceiling down on the marble floor. JD glanced up at the three-four inch cracks spider-webbing the ceiling overhead. Shit.
Machine gun fire blasted past him, punching holes through the cracked walls. JD ducked and wove down the corridor, snapping off shots as best he could. He fetched up by the elevators, all locked down. A moment to reload and check his mental map was all he allowed himself. He heard the sounds of boots and magazines being hastily snapped into guns.
Sticking his gun around the corner, JD fired randomly; hoping to buy himself a little space but he was trapped. The building swayed again again. JD watched the cracks lengthen and stretch. More dust dropped covering his armour in white dust. Another minute, maybe two and he was outta the game whether he liked it or not. Wouldn’t be much good to anyone then.
A deep breath, a prayer, and JD was moving. 9-mils rattled off his armour as he rounded the corner. A shotgun chambered a round behind him. He fired wild over his shoulder. There was cursing, yelling and more bullets zipping past. He ducked into the reception of the executive office and slammed the bullet proof doors locked behind him. He did a quick circuit of the room before moving to Christian’s outer office. The door was open a slit. JD stepped closer, gun raised as he manoeuvred to see in the door.
Behind the desk, Christian was closing down his laptop and putting it into his briefcase. Just behind and to the left of him his personal bodyguard, Steve Carlson stood, a Militech Ronin assault rifle cradled in his hands. JD stiffened. He still had his suspicions about Carlson since that night at the bar but so far he hadn’t been able to dig up anything solid. Years of combat-experience had sharpened his instincts and they were still sounding the alarm when it came to Steve. He didn’t trust the guy. He’d transferred in with Christian when he’d come after the incident so JD hadn’t had a chance to check out his history or references. He’d seemed decent, loyal, tough; all good qualities for a bodyguard. All qualities that could be faked. Right now he was holding a gun on Christian's back. No overt threat but JD's finger itched around the trigger.
Christian looked annoyed, slamming the briefcase closed. JD moved back as he said something to Steve that made the bigger man tense. Dialling up his hearing, he lined up the shot and listened carefully.
“-king believe this shit! You tell that fuckwit of a cousin that he better have a damn good reason for bringing explosives into my damn building or I swear I'll put an open contract on his ass. Professionals my ass! Two fucking kids, Steve, I ask your cousin to take out two helpless kids in a goddamn penthouse with the everything but a fucking red carpet rolled out and he can't manage that? What the fuck am I paying him for? Huh?”
JD’s blood turned to ice. Carlson, he'd suspected, damn near convicted the man in his head. He'd never seriously thought of Christian as the mastermind. But with the word straight from the horse's mouth, the pieces were falling into place far too damn neatly. Christian out of the city, the detailed intel that only family - or nearly family - could have supplied and Christian taking over so quickly. JD bit his tongue hard to hold back the cursing. That bastard had planned it all along, playing them all for goddam fools. Well, that would stop today, now.
Holstering his handgun, JD reached for the grenade pouch at his waist. Frag grenade, probably enough to bring down half the damn building. He took a deep breath, rubbing his fingers along the curve of the grenade. One shot. The kids would be safe. Sam'd see to that. Three seconds and they'd be safe.
Slipping his finger into the pin, he opened the door. He saw Christian look up; saw Carlson bringing his rifle up. Then the grenade was flying into the room. JD slammed the door and threw himself backwards. The countdown in the corner of his eye clicked down. 3..2..1...
The shock of the explosion hurled him into the wall. JD heard something snap; then his head slammed into the marble pillar and everything went black.
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