Big Trouble in Little Chi-Town
"Listen, I got no beef with you. Just need the book, you don't want to make an enemy of my boss."
With that he mutters something to one of the others nearby, "Mist the talkative one."
Before anyone could react Zeke was already moving, muttering the words and making the gestures of a spell. His for blurred, making him hard to see as the shadows wrapped around him.
But he didn’t stop, raising his shotgun as he ran for cover. He fired at the bright light, hoping to shatter it and ruin their enemies’ ability to see them. The glass shattered, plunging the warehouse into darkness.
With uncanny quickness and grace Zeke shoots out one of the lights with his shotgun, reducing the glare considerably and force the surrounding troops to adjust to the sudden change in lighting.
Magnus mutters as the group's attempts at stalling sputter and die. He's been in enough fights to know when the other guy's about to throw a punch -- and is quick enough to get a jab of his own in first.
A half second before the staccato pop and sizzle of gun- and laserfire erupts around him, Magnus charges forward with a roar, heading straight for the stack of industrial shelving hiding several of the ambushers. Head down, he slams his shoulder into the steel struts with the force of a cast-iron bull on a mag-lev track, toppling it over in a screaming tangle of struts and buckled shelves.
That oughta confuse things a bit, he thinks, ducking for cover as he scans the immediate area for potential victims.
The old shelving units come crashing down in a twisted heap and send a group of mercenaries scrambling to get out of the way and preventing them from opening fire effectively (-2 on all actions for this round). However, they are disciplined and manage to fire back but the blasts are wide and ineffective.
As chaos breaks out around him Fisk snatches his pistol to aim, and fires at one of the lights blinding the crew on the floor. His shot successful, he immediately dives for anything that looks like solid cover and not just concealment. He shouts to his comrades. "Radio La Roux! Tell him to abort and take the book to the backup meet!"
If that makes them pause even half a beat, it might be enough for us to get an advantage.
The second light goes out, plunging the warehouse into dank darkness. Everyone takes a moment to let their eyes and optics adjust to the new lighting situation. Buying Kindcaid a moment to see what his current teammates would do. But things seemed to be degenerating fast. Unfortunately, it was headed in the direction he was most used to. So he shook his head and finally spoke up. "Fuck this."
He didn't step forward, but he brought up both pistols that were in hand. He fired one of them at the rope hanging their fixer to free him. Even as he did so, he was already in motion to find cover. He could feel the adrenaline kicking in as he moved. The second pistol kicked as well as he aimed at where the voice was coming from.
Kincaid's aim was a better than he could have hoped for with the lights being shot out by his teammates. Obviously he was fine with the lights there, but having them shot out did make it easier for his cybereyes to target. As he was heading to cover, his head whipped to the side slightly and he had to correct his 'course' a bit when he heard what Fisk shouted out. But he quickly snapped angrily at him, only partially faked as he almost missed a step. "Oh great, just GIVE them his name, why don't you, rookie!"
Fisk growls, hoping to keep the ruse going if only to send sour intel to any would-be listeners. "I think the time for code names went out the window with 'mist the talkative one' don't ya think?!"
He grins within himself. He's quick on his feet. I could get used to working with that one. Hell of a shot too.
Skip falls to the ground with the crunch of break bones, screaming loudly as the fall hurts his mortal body hits the pavement awkwardly. Kincaid’s second shot just barely grazes the ring leader in the shoulder, forcing him to turn his body to absorb the blow but he manages to stay on his feet and look none the worse for wear.
At that the warehouse explodes with gunfire and frantic action. Two of his companions blast out the spotlights and he sees Skip drop when Kincaid severs the rope. Harris breaks for cover getting behind a crate just in time as the shot aimed at him blasts into it. Splinters fly around him as part of the cover explodes, he pops up for a second squeezing off a shot at big guy. The plasma round from his NG slams into the giant, catching him square in the chest and superheated gas envelopes the figure..who is obviously not a man. The full environmental armor makes it hard to tell but the massive figure has a helmet with a snout like a dog boy or other animal and stands over eight feet tall. The plasma seems to shake him for a moment but all in all his armor protects him from the worst of it (Shaken).
Recovering from the chaos a second group of mercenaries open fire with controlled bursts, trying to pin the group down without damaging the book. Fisk and Kincaid, still in the open, take shots directly in their centre mass - these guys were good.
Seeing the situation devolve the speaker rallies his troops, ”Stay disciplined! Controlled fire.”
Leading by example he takes a bead on Kincaid and catches the techno-warrior with a professional headshot.
Unphased by the plasma blast the big man cycles his TX-50 light rail gun and sweeps the room. Purposely aiming high to make everyone put their heads down.