He said, stop what you're doing, get down on your knees [OPEN]

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Characters: The crew of Serenity
Content: Rescue mission in a dock warehouse!
Setting: A warehouse on the outskirts of Bydan
Time: Evening
Warnings: Violence

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HANGAR - STARTING POINT FOR TEAM CHAIN CHOMP

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The hangar was small, as those things go, but still spacious enough to store a good half-dozen planes. Currently it contained three, one of which was in the process of being loaded with a variety of supplies. The hangar door was raised and lowered through a nearby motor winch.

Entrance could be had from the roof, through a set of skylights. It would be difficult, were it not for a simple principle: nobody ever looks up without cause.

[onequarterdevil]

Hiruma lowered himself to the ground between two planes, carefully glancing around. They'd managed to escape notice so far. He didn't really expect it to last, but for now, the element of surprise was on their side.

"First fucking order of business," he whispered to his allies, "is getting some fucking disguises so we blend in."

While hangar shenanigans are going on!

[in_the_latin]

Some people wouldn't think of Mal as all that stealthy. For all his blustering, he did have a weakness for lost causes, which these same people might associate with kicking in doors and running in with guns ablazing.

These people would be wrong. Mal may be hopeless, but he wasn't stupid. Besides, there were plenty of people taking care of that right now.

Which is what brought him to the roof. While he wasn't as skilled in the art of stealth as his current companion (then again, who was?), his various misadventures as both a smuggler and a would-be rebel had given him a fair amount of experience in the field. He checked the ropes, he checked the window, and he then he looked towards Anko to check her position.

We'll have some shenanigans of our own, eh captain?

[thesnakecharm]

While Anko did enjoy getting to be the visible 'muscle' on occasion, she was much more in her element here, and was looking forward to it immensely. Seeing the captain look over at her, she signaled her readiness to get going with a quick salute, turning into a thumbsup with a questioning look. "Ready?"

MAIN ENTRANCE - STARTING POINT FOR TEAM WALKER

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Exactly what it sounded like, the main entrance opens with a pair of spacious double doors into a reception area with a desk, manned by a studious-looking fellow with glasses as thick as bottle bottoms. Behind him, the warehouse itself opened up, rows of boxes and pallets.

A number of armed guards wait here, lurking just out of sight in a small room to the right of the reception area. Don't count the receptionist out, either; He's got a shotgun underneath that desk.

[son_of_the_lake]

Hisoka moved quickly and quietly along the side of the building, pausing to the left of the big double doors. He placed his back against the wall, checked his weapons one more time, and waited for the signal.

And then he swung in front of the leftmost door, smashed it open with the sole of his left boot, and plunged inside.

[crazywithguns]

At the signal, Bang didn't even bother to hazard a glance over at Hisoka before plastering her traditional crazy as all hell grin on her face. Her attention was saved for the right door, and she booted it open with a fierce kick. It made a very satisfying cracking noise, she thought.

Blunderbuss and saber at the ready (plus a few throwing knives for good measure), she dove through the newly opened doors just after Hisoka. No sense in wasting a perfectly good human shield, after all.

[tidesnpc]

With the constant sounds of pallets being moved and people stomping around, the sounds of the door being kicked in alerted no one... well other then the man sitting right there at the desk of course.

He looked up, looking like an owl with his huge glasses. "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

DELIVERY ENTRANCE - STARTING POINT FOR TEAM KICK-IN-THE-DOOR

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A pair of huge garage doors open up into a delivery bay, designed for the loading and unloading of bulky crates from trucks. A number of workers are milling about, moving crates and pallets. The guards here are out in the open, scanning the area grimly for signs of trouble.

Less obvious is the mounted gatling gun hidden behind a false wall on the second level, overlooking the bay. In the event of attack, the fake wall can fall away and the gun will then be free to work its terrible magic.

[surfaceshine]

Dean had been pretty certain, starting out, that his knee wouldn't give him enough trouble to be considerable; by the time he got a look at the layout, though, he thought maybe he was in over his head. His dad had taught him tactics, and it was that training that fed him the grimmest feedback: humans and fortifications weren't normally his thing. He wasn't sure he wanted to start, now.

But he was here, and he'd brought as many regular ammunition rounds as he could stuff into his satchel and coat pockets without hindering his movement too much. The Impala was snug against his thigh and his khukri blade was strapped to his hip. Crouching with his bad leg out straight, he said nothing, but instead waited to hear what Zoe would want them to do.

[theschmotone]

The sheer amount of metal that his crewmate was wearing almost rivaled what Dimo himself had strapped on, and the Jäger crouched on the opposite side of the doors as he awaited orders. Between his own collection of blades and Bang's, he was armed literally to the teeth. He could smell the anticipation in the air along with the sharp scent of the metal, and thought that few things could make this day better.

[takemesir]

Zoë poked her head around the corner briefly, scoping out the delivery bay. There were some guards, but they had the drop on them for now.

Two men on catwalks. Two on ground level. Probably more she couldn't see. Her first instinct was to roll a few grenades in, but there were those workers; she didn't know how much they knew about what was going on in this place. She'd rather not indiscriminately blow them up unless she was sure they deserved it.

She motioned for her squad to move in, and then quickly rounded the corner, raising her rifle to squeeze off a shot at one of the men patrolling the catwalks.

WAREHOUSE FLOOR

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The center of the warehouse is dominated by a towering cluster of gears and other mechanisms - a giant difference engine, humming with electricity. The technicians running around it seem to be very concerned about possible damage to it from gunfire.

The remainder of the space is a maze of shelving and crates, providing plenty of cover. You may want to be careful where you shoot, though - who knows what these clowns have stored in here. Some of it just might be flammable.

[windsofdaytime]

Kaoru had had a lot of time to think.

Think, mostly, about things she hadn't had any reason to question before. They were taking her somewhere, that much was certain. Maybe back to the facility. They needed someone like her. If they were talking about her wind powers, they could have gotten any mage with that affinity, so they probably meant the other thing. The power of destruction. Maybe the other subjects would be there, too. Bright, at least. They wouldn't send Windy without Bright. What about the others? Hopefully not. They were, by and large, nuisances. She hadn't cared about the ones who had died, and her own partner aside, she didn't care about the ones who were left.

Caring about people. That was the big thing again. Why?

Why was she thinking about this?

It didn't matter, she thought, standing guarded and giving off her usual unimpressed stare. There was a fate she was born into. This was it.

Including some NPC crewmembers

[takemesir]

The path through the delivery bay had been more hectic than anticipated, but they'd managed to push on through. Here was where the real action was occurring; Zoë didn't know what that huge pile of machinery was doing, but it looked important, and the guards were certainly treating it like it was. If Kaoru was still here, she'd be somewhere on the warehouse floor. She was sure of it.

"Fan out!" she barked as they began to come under fire. She ducked down behind a crate, trying to get her bearings on the surrounding area.

[son_of_the_lake]

After the altercation at the reception area, Hisoka hurtled onto the warehouse floor, skidded around a couple of massive crates, and took a good look around. He began to work his way along the banks of shelving. The crack of gunfire had began in the direction of the delivery entrance, and so he went quietly in that direction.