Another strike...

[barwithnoname]

Rapture paced back and forth in the transport. Clearly, she was upset

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[toxicrevenge]

It didn't help matters that Carmilla had never technically gotten a license. The "Drive" which was her learning to fly the car.

Half the time was spent upside down. Half the time was spent doing barrel rolls.

And they should be almost coming up on everyone now.

"Okay, I think I almost got the hang of this! Heh, the whole flying thing is kinda fun!"

[ihatefleshyones]

If they survive this, he will never let her drive again.

"You made me spill my booze, fleshy."

[toxicrevenge]

Not her fault you're such a drunk.

"You didn't need that booze anyway," Carmilla said laughing, "You're just a wuss. Hold on!"

Cue the barrel roll! (Again.)

[ihatefleshyones]

"I'll need to be drunk if I have to spend an extended amount of time around you." Though, really the barrel rolls were almost like being drunk, though not as amusing to him, at least.

"What sort of hooker doesn't know how to drive? As much time as you spend in the backseat of a car, one would think you'd know how to operate one."

[barwithnoname]

The transport landed without issues and Condor, Rapture, Killdeer and Shrike exited. Kite stayed behind in the pilot's seat of the transport just in case they needed to make a quick exit. They weren't going to have a repeat of the last time.

"Let's go. He should be around here somewhere." Rapture led the way.

[toxicrevenge]

Carmilla watched from a safe distance. Three stooges exited, which left one behind. She hoped, wherever he was, the Robot was happily drinking his CPU into oblivion.

She didn't practice subtly, if you listened to other agents. But it was more about style anyway. Her mask was (and had been since before she left on this fool's trip) wired to go right into Mr. Drunkbot's ear.

Enjoy your beer, dumbbot. This is going to be too easy.

Waiting until the other three were out of sight, she took that moment to happily jump the one left behind. Arm glowing enough for a one shot knockout.

She totally couldn't help what she did next. It had to be done. "DEATH FROM ABOVE!"

Scorpion did not do subtle.

[barwithnoname]

The attack was unexpected to say the least. Rapture was the first to respond and she drew her weapon. Killdeer, Shrike and Condor followed suit.

Rapture managed to get one shot off before impact.

[toxicrevenge]

Lucky Scorpion with her lucky semi-bullet proof armor and all bullet proof gauntlet.

"Not so easy this time!"

Yeah, who needed a drunken robot when you had your green left hand and cool armor paid for by the tax payers?

[ihatefleshyones]

Not terribly far away from the ruckus that was going, was a little hole in the wall bar. Inside, Aaron was continuing the rant about the hooker he was assigned with.

"...as if I should be impressed with her stupid craft. My previous ship had five tesseract zones, she doesn't even have one. My previous ship had a mini-bar. Does she have a mini-bar? No. Which is why I'm in here now..."

[toxicrevenge]

At the moment, the owner of the car without a mini bar was running towards the real bar being chased by angry villains and bullets.

It would be the perfect time to pull out her fake id for a drink. Except for that pesky fact that Carmilla couldn't ever get drunk. (Damn you... mutated engineered mutation!)

"COMING THROUGH!" She shouted as she ran into the bar.

[barwithnoname]

Rapture burst through the door not long after Carmilla had. As soon as she was in the establishment, she opened fire.

Condor and Shrike entered a moment later.

[ihatefleshyones]

Nothing like bullets, explosions, and hookers to interrupt your drinking.

A chair was caught in one the explosions, which cause part of it to hit Aaron in the head. The force was enough to make him drop his Gin.

"Annoying..."

Someone had to die now.