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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 9:40:02 GMT -8
*Kaytra shook Aidans hand before glancing around the room. She turned her attention back to the man when he spoke to her.*
"Well..I'm not really sure. We split up after leaving the cantina." *She tapped her com before speaking into it.* ::Tatham to Leftenant Hardix, reporting in. Sorry for the delay. Ran into some hostiles in the hangars. Also ran into Miles at the same time.::
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 14:44:42 GMT -8
When Gulliver walked into the common area, he had no visible weapons on his person. There were no unusual noises, nothing that would betray hidden implements, but something was off. It was as if his very presence clanked when he walked. Sure, when they left, he'd have a blaster pistol on his hip, but only as camouflage. So when the Sith asked for a jacket, Gulliver wordlessly passed over his own. There still wasn't anything visible, but that didn't change anything. Somehow, the big merc gave off the impression of a hand grenade with the pin pulled and the spoon held down by a bit of string.
The old jacket was made of brown leather, scuffed and battered, but still serviceable. It was the sort one tended to wear on a desert planet more for protection against blowing sand and the intense sunlight rather than because of the temperature. It smelled faintly of gun oil and perspiration, but it would certainly help his image.
"Right. So, theoretically, if he tries to give us trouble, would you want to be able to recover the body after?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Oct 28, 2013 16:19:29 GMT -8
Sinistra waved around the lockers that were along the far wall from her table. "There's probably stuff in there." She nodded as Gulliver passed along his coat, and took note that she couldn't see a single weapon but she had a feeling he was still armed to the teeth. She turned her focus to Gulliver as he asked her preference to recovering a body. She sighed and half chuckled to herself as though he was making a joke. If she took him seriously, she might have to kill him.
"If I wanted him dead, I wouldn't need you. His hired help is fair game, but he is to be left alive. No disintegrations." She pointed to the map of the streets around his lair, making note of entrances and patrols. "Stormro, you're going to cover this back entrance. Gulliver, you'll take point on this. Remember no sabers. no force powers and leave Sol alive." She picked up her helmet, and headed to the weapons locker, grabbing a couple of slug throwers and a holdout blaster which got tucked in a pocket in her jacket. Daggers tucked everywhere she could manage to stick them.
She pulled her poncho over her head and headed down the ramp with her helmet securely pulled over her features. She gave herself a moment for the HUD to come online, then she took off through the crowds heading for Sol's adobe house on the edge of town.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Oct 28, 2013 17:40:53 GMT -8
Taking the jacket with a nod of thanks, Stormro stepped out of the room for a few minutes with the first aid kit from his belt in hand; When he returned the Nagaian Sith Lord looked dramatically different. He had taken what looked to be grease from the freighter's engine room and applied it so that not only did he look dirty and nondescript, but that his face almost looked different thanks to how the light played over it differently due to the grime. He had also wrapped some bandaging around his head and over his right eye so that he appeared to have been injured and could not see on that side, and a pair of Westar-34 blaster pistols hung in holsters on each hip. Finally, the borrowed jacket and a tehk'la blade on his right thigh completed the disguise, making the man look like just another gun for hire. Smiling, he looked to Sinistra as he spoke in a voice that lacked all of his usual sophistication and which fit his appearance perfectly.
"How do I look? I'm Ozrei Yamato, by the way."
He flashed that cocky smile which was so typical of many scoundrels and blasterslingers in the galaxy, acting in every way like his crafted persona as he drew one of the pistols and spun it about on his finger before smoothly sliding it back into its holster. Even his body language seemed to have changed. As she explained the plan he nodded in affirmation before following her out of the freighter and splitting off to approach the target building from another angle so that he could get around to the back side. Before he did, however, he slid her a small data chip.
"That has my comm info in case you need to reach me..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 11:49:53 GMT -8
His was the sigh of a long suffering, hard put upon man. It was all theatrics, of course. This was partly because of the missed pun opportunity. If Sin had asked if he was armed to the teeth, he would have replied truthfully, because his teeth were in fact armed. (A retainer-like device contained a wafer of baradium that could be spat across a room if needed.) But mostly, it was because his new boss had yet to catch on.
Despite all the firepower, the trigger-happy act was just that: an act.
People expected their mercs to be half-psychotic maniacs with big guns and short tempers. Never mind that those types never made it far with any outfit, usually washing out of training or falling victim to "friendly fire." People expected it, and part of being a soldier for hire was the ability to get hired in the first place. Leave the fact that he could read three hundred pages in a quiet afternoon or preferred chess to cards for later.
A measured, level response was the preferred reaction to most situations. Gulliver simply believed that, in order to achieve that ideal, one most have a response prepared for any possible situation. A thug with a shiv warranted a blaster. A crime lord with a room full of thugs with blasters warranted an air strike.
"Right. Yamato and...Boss? I am supposed to be cronying it up, correct?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 19:02:50 GMT -8
*Kaytra shook Aidans hand before glancing around the room. She turned her attention back to the man when he spoke to her.*
"Well..I'm not really sure. We split up after leaving the cantina." *She tapped her com before speaking into it.* ::Tatham to Leftenant Hardix, reporting in. Sorry for the delay. Ran into some hostiles in the hangars. Also ran into Miles at the same time.::
"Yeah. Last I saw them was at the Cantina. Then we split up.I doubt they got very far, if nothing else then we follow the sounds of trouble. If we find that, then I'msure Sylas is gotta be close."
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Post by Legion on Oct 30, 2013 11:36:29 GMT -8
The comlink stirred Sol out of the trance he was in, staring out the window of his warehouse at the shifting sands before him. There were mountains in the distance, rising like red giants out of the dunes to form a stairway to the stars above. He flipped over to the message to check the content. Dru was on her way over. Great, this is what he needed this afternoon, a pissed off Ubese chirping at him through a helmet. He didn't feel like dealing with her. She wanted her money back. He called out to his bodyguard Fen, rising from his impromptu daydreams.
Fen headed in immediately, his wide shoulders carrying a couple bandoleers of tibanna gas, slugs and other assorted nasties. His weapons belt held 2 DH-17's and there was a shotgun slugthrower slung across his back in a quick draw holster under his left arm. Fen stopped just short of the desk expectantly, his heavy set features looking around for trouble crawling through the windows.
"Fen, Dru's coming. Double check the building. I don't want her sneaking up on us. Hide that crate. I don't want her to know it's here. Tell her that I'm not here. Maybe she'll take off."
"Aye boss."
Fen took off barking orders to the other 5 on duty today. Otto and Mac were stationed on the back perimeter, Jer was on the roof. Gik and he would be taking the front door. He'd never had any trouble with Dru but he didn't worry about it either. Dru was barely 5'6" and always came alone. This should be a cakewalk.
Sol figured it would be a bigger problem so he called over three more guys; Remy, Ace, and Somer to come from his hangar at the spaceport and help back up Fen and the boys. His tongue soured in his mouth. He should have just given her back her money when the deal when bad but he had gambled it and the Hutt hadn't paid him yet. He had a bad feeling about the next few minutes, like something distant and elusive was tugging on his instincts and trying to get him to listen.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Oct 30, 2013 12:07:05 GMT -8
"Boss works, or you can call me Dru..." She walked toward the edge of town away from the spaceport, her HUD tinting the light and cutting the glare as she moved through the crowds to the warehouse district. She had ignored his attempts at humor, not because she didn't think he was funny, but because when it was time to work, generally she was all business. The engagement of Sith ships over Korriban had left her in a foul mood. She was glad for the cover of the helmet so that her scowl would not give her away.
She stopped Gulliver a couple blocks away from the warehouse, ducking into the alcove of a business. Her vocoder chirped as she spoke in basic, her gaze looking for anything abnormal in the masses of people moving along the street, bartering for goods and greeting friends.
"There will be a couple people at the front door, and a shooter on the roof. Beyond that, I will try to signal what I pick up through the HUD. You'll know when to draw. Sol is a tall, lanky looking pale git. He hates conflict so he hires big guys to protect him. Just don't shoot me in the fray."
She patted him on the shoulder in as close to a joking manner as she could get before she stepped back out to the street and turn the corner towards the warehouse.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Oct 30, 2013 13:27:11 GMT -8
Stormro approached the backside of the warehouse via an alleyway between buildings, slipping into a back doorway within the alley to allow him to stay out of obvious sight as he scanned over the back entrance and observed the guards while checking over the exterior of the building for any signs of unpleasant surprises. After he finished his assessment he keyed his comm implant and contacted Sinistra over a secure channel, his eyes remaining on the guards from the shadowed doorway he was concealed within.
"I've got two guards at the back door Boss; we goin' in hot or do you want to try talkin' with him first?"
As he waited for her answer back Stormro gauged the distance from his position to the door, working out how exactly he wanted to make his approach once the time came. He had to admit that he was excited; it had been quite some time since he had gotten to do work in the field like this and he was glad for the chance to test his skills to ensure that they had not gotten too rusty.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 15:55:53 GMT -8
Gulliver grunted, his mind focused on the task at hand. The discreet contact lense-mounted HUD told him that all of his toys were functioning as advertised.
The holdout blaster in his left sleeve was a one shot wonder, but could punch a hole through a wookiee the long way. The dart thrower in his right had a broad spectrum tranquilizer on its darts, designed to work on most species while being toxic to as few as possible. Its three darts had a range of twenty meters, and could punch through light armor without actually killing the person underneath. Both were mounted on top of the wrist, allowing for two spring-loaded wrist blades from underneath. They were a bit flashy for the merc's taste, but they'd work well enough up close. The shooting gloves he was wearing had kevlar-reinforced knuckles, backed by lead shot, to provide one hell of a punch.
Take that level of condensed firepower and spread it across his entire body. If it could hold a discreet, deadly weapon, it was in fact holding a discreet, deadly weapon. Daggers, derringers, coshes, explosives, nearly anything you could think of. The only visible weapon appeared to the the ubiquitous DL-44 that spacers seemed to favor, but was, in fact, the slugthrower on which it was based. Czerka had been making the C96 replica for centuries, and it was nearly indistinguishable from its blaster cousin. If it came to a shootout, the merc always liked to have a slugthrower. No one expected them.
"Wilco. Don't worry Boss. If I do shoot you, you'll be the first to know."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Oct 30, 2013 19:23:09 GMT -8
Her chuckle was stifled by her vocoder so that it made a raspy sound like she got phlegm stuck in the microphone. She swept the area with her HUD was they approached the warehouse. She clicked the comlink on and responded to Stormro, her voice barely avoid a whisper. It was swallowed by the breathing apparatus sounds of the helmet.
Hold until my signal. Be careful, there is a shooter on the roof.
She approached the warehouse, Fen was leaning on the wall outside the door, looking like he knew she was coming. Sol was on guard already. Great. She stopped in front of the massive pile of muscles and pride, her own hired gun just behind her like a wall of "Don't try it." She spoke through the raspy vocoder, talking slowly as she always did, to make sure it sounded like basic was not her first language.
"Fen, I'm here for Sol."
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Post by Legion on Oct 30, 2013 19:37:46 GMT -8
Fen had only been out front for a couple minutes when Dru came walking up, a big guy trailing behind. He didn't like the look of this. Dru never brought anyone with her, and armed to the teeth as well. Then again, Sol was dicking her out of money. Fen would have been pissed too. He thought he still might talk her down and get her to go. Just in case, he knocked on the door and Gik joined him outside, both of them packing DH-17's and knives. Gik was a little shorter than his 6'5" but not by much. He shook his head at Dru, hoping the little Ubese would just calmly leave.
"Sorry, Dru. Sol ain't here. You're just gonna have to come back some other time."
Meanwhile Gik had signaled Jer that their visitor had arrived, so he took up his spot behind a rooftop mounted ventilation condenser on the far corner of the building. Mac and Otto paced the perimeter behind the building, waiting to see if they need to rush the sides of the building to the front of run back inside.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Oct 30, 2013 19:52:26 GMT -8
"Sol is up in his office hiding like the dirtbag he is. I'm here for my money or the piece." She stepped closer to Fen, her head tilting back to look up at the taller guard in front of her. Gik eased his hand slowly to his hip, ready to pull his blaster. The subtle movement didn't escape her attention and her patience wasn't really at a premium today. She tilted her head slightly to indicate the shooter on the roof to Gulliver while she whispered through the comlink to Stormro.
Now.
She moved with the speed of a well seasoned gunslinger, except she didn't draw a weapon, but swung her left hand hard at Fen's pelvis, aiming to hit him in the junk and grab his throat with her right hand. Gulliver would have to take out the roof guy or take care of Gik.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 0:03:51 GMT -8
As Sinistra moved, all Gulliver really had time to think was "Gods above, she's quick." By this time, he was in motion himself, his right foot lashing out to connect with the thug's groin. That was all the attention he was spared. If the foot connected with anything solid at this point, the impact would set off a modified holdout blaster in the sole. The merc saved these boots for very special occasions, on the grounds that a careless kick in a trench with them would likely end in disaster.
At any rate, there wasn't much in the way of force behind the kick, as the big man was already throwing himself backwards to get a line on the shooter on the roof. His left hand reached for his belt and ripped off a pouch that had been velcroed in place, flinging the whole shebang upwards.
"Mind the eyes!"
A tiny pea sized blob of baradium detonated when the pouch reached ten meters in height. The actual plasma sphere was attenuated to just a few centimeters across, even though the chunk warranted at least a meter. This resulted in a much brighter, more intense burst, though that was hardly the point. A series of highly refractive rods collected the energy, and as they vaporized, focused the blast into X-ray laser beams that would rip through anything within 5 meters. The building itself was only about 7 meters high, as befitting any structure in the wretched city. The toss had been ten meters high, meaning that the gunman should, if all went as planned, be speared by the lasers, which could punch through a starship's armor. In fact, in many societies where turbolaser technology had yet to be invented, such devices were used in anti-spaceship missiles, though on a much grander scale. The gunman on the roof would hopefully be fried, and the front of the building would be riddled with pin-sized holes, but unless the target was extremely stupid, he should still be alive.
So what does this mean for our intrepid her-er, villi- protagonists? Not a whole lot. The lasers were finely focused. Outside the 5 meters danger area, the invisible beams could potentially be harmful to unprotected optic tissue, hence the warning, but since Lord Sinistra was wearing a helmet, she should be okay.
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Oct 31, 2013 16:37:50 GMT -8
Stormro merely smiled as the command came through from Sinistra to move in, drawing his twin Westar-34 blaster pistols and sighting on Otto as the two guards passed each-other on their patrol routes, choosing the target on his right first as "Ozrei" would have given his ruined right eye. Stepping out of the doorway he calmly fired two staggered shots into the back of his target as Gulliver's explosive went off at the front-side of the building, hopefully masking the sound of his shots as he stepped out of the alleyway behind Sol's warehouse pivoted to bring Mac into his sights. The element of surprise was on their side, but the disguised Sith Lord knew that if they didn't make the most of the opportunity they could get mired down working their way through whatever thugs their target had inside the building. Firing a quintet of quick shots aimed at Mac's chest as the man turned to react, Stormro sprinted across the gap between his alley and the back door, keeping an eye on Mac in case his snap-shots failed to drop the man. While normally Stormro would have preferred to be more cautious and ensure that both men were dead before crossing the open area "Ozrei" knew that time was of the essence and was overconfident enough to assume that he hadn't missed any threats in his sweep of the area. Hopefully that wouldn't come back to bite him...
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Post by Legion on Oct 31, 2013 18:16:10 GMT -8
She stepped closer to him and Fen thought for a moment she meant for him to step aside. He was about to retort when star exploded in his eyes from the punch in his crotch. He doubled over in pain, the assault on him not complete yet as Dru grabbed his trachea and squeezed. He groped for his blasters but his attention was compromised by the predicament he found himself in. He found a grip in his hand and pulled to see if he could get a shot in at her side.
Gik didn't fair much better as he hit the ground, howling from a blaster shot to his hip. His left went to the burned area, his right for the blaster on his hip meaning to get a clear shot on the guy that just kicked with a holdout blaster. He was losing blood fast, but he had to try to strike back so he might have some hope of surviving this.
Jer squeezed off a couple shots but the detonation of the baradium weapon ended his fun and his life rather quickly. His body slumped over in a heap, bleeding out as he died from the lasers burning holes through his skull.
Meanwhile out back, Otto went down like a ton of bricks, his back smoking from the blaster shots. Mac ducked behind the corner of the building and returned fire in the direction the bolts came from about the time that all hell broke loose out front.
Inside, Sol hears the commotion and switches on a security feed to see if he can tell what the ruckus is.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2013 19:50:25 GMT -8
You moved through the streets, keeping your garb clutched tightly in your right hand so as to keep sand from flitting into it and behind your mask. Silent curses flicked off of your tongue as you made your way through the heat back towards the Space Port. Again you had nothing to do, but now you had nothing to do with 40,000 credit in hand. So you did what you could only think of doing, you sought out a shop that would have ship parts, so that you could begin finding upgrades for the YT-1000 that you flew. =Figure= "Teek, come ON. Give me the codes man! Don't be an ass rat." =Chadra-fan= "Squeak squeak wheeze wheeze, SQUEAK" There was a pause as the ancient translator unit on the counter blinked a signal of processing, and then a heavily synthesized buzzing voice responded... =Chadra-fan= "I am NOT being rat of asses! I labor for hutt Zorga, and NOBODY cross Zorga!" The figure took out a small holoemitter, and a ship shimmered into existence. =Figure= "Teek. It's a BC-714 luxury transport. Its a million credits easy! PLUS custom ceraglass security surfaces, adumari lightboard interfaces, frickin KRIIn wood flooring...and thats just for looks! CUSTOM modified quad engine system with outboard steering vane array, COMPLETE with combat thruster upgrades...all hardwired into an interactive holographic and user friendly display in the cockpit. Its not only one of the fastest ships in the galaxy...its been modified to be one of the most MANEUVERABLE. I have the palace staked out, I know the guard rotations, I even have the equipment to get INTO the ship. But without override codes for resetting permissions for the flight controls, IE, the MASTER FRICKIN KEY!!!...IT...WONT... FLY!" There was a long moment of silence from the Chadra-fan, as it stared into the figures mask. And then it chittered something slowly. The box processed it, and then... =Chadra-fan= "For 50,000 credits, Teek could/might/will be -SYNTAX ARGUMENT! - out of his shop hole. He would be greatly alarmed if his shop was broken into. All friend/ally would need do is purchase a part from Teek." The figure threw his hands up in the air at that. =Figure= "Teek! If I could BUY this from you I would! But I've blown forty thousand on bribes, sixty on gear, and a cool one hundred thousand on getting the equipment I need for getting past the security in the palace! I'm out two hundred thousand, and I've got ten thousand left to my name. The heist is in one day - thats the ONLY opening. I cant hustle cards fast enough to get you your money. Now I never ask for favors, but - SQUEAK! WHEEZE SQUEAK WHEEZE!" Angry squeaking greeted the ears at that. And the two were off once more. |
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 1, 2013 1:51:10 GMT -8
As Mac managed to get to cover around the corner of the building and began returning fire Stormro swore loudly and colorfully, just as "Ozrei" would have done under the circumstances; now the tables had turned and his foe was in the relative safety of cover while he was exposed out in the open. The initial shots went wide, hitting where had fired the shots from rather than where he was now, and he returned fire with his left blaster pistol in an attempt to suppress the thug long enough for him to get to cover himself. Pushing himself as he felt the adrenaline pumping through his system, Stormro ran as hard as he could without drawing on the Force to enhance his abilities, blaster bolts spraying along behind him as he ran for his life across the open space and literally slammed himself against the door within the alcove which contained it, Mac's shots spattering against the door frame and the structure around it. Despite the very real danger and the lack of any weapon with which he could deflect the goon's shots, Stormro smiled at the rush and challenge of fieldwork; It had been over a decade if not longer since he had used the Ozrei persona so thoroughly and the Nagaian Sith Lord was loving it. He had long ago perfected the art of "becoming" his various personae, but as he had begun to command more than serve such skills had fallen by the wayside in lieu of focusing on his advancement within the Sith hierarchy. Tearing himself away from the irrelevant and very much not-"Ozrei" like train of thought, Stormro peaked around the edge of the door's alcove, leading with his left pistol as he tried to suppress or even kill Mac without having to expose himself any more than necessary.
Shooting several times before the hail of blast fire forced him to pull his arm back around the corner, Stormro took a moment to test the door and see how it opened, assuming that it even would in the first place. His mind ran through several potential chains of events, considering just how to end this stalemate. His first thought was to use Illusions to deceive the man and allow him the kill easily, but this was discarded not only because of Sinistra's explicit orders not to use the Force but also due to the fact that "Ozrei" could not use the Force, nor would he have thought of such a tactic.; No, Stormro would have to think of another way. Finding the door locked, Stormro quickly reassessed his options before simply shooting the lock out and pushing the door open inwards. He then turned his focus back to Mac, leaning around the corner again with both pistols as he let loose a rapid-fire volley of shots to try and force the man back into cover before slipping back around the corner and into the warehouse. Once inside Stormro immediately slipped around the door so that he would be behind it when it opened, pushing the door so that it was mostly closed but still obviously opened. Holstering his left blaster pistol, he then drew his tehk'la blade from its sheath on his right thigh and held it with a backwards grip while he rested his right wrist across his left forearm to help stabilize his aim. From there it was a waiting game, with the disguised Sith Lord lurking in the shadows with the vibro-weapon switched off so as not to give him away. Hopefully Mac would think he had moved further into the building and Stormro could ambush him as the man passed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 19:25:36 GMT -8
One of the rooftop shooter's bolts passed close enough to Gulliver's head that he could feel the heat of the coherent beam of energy, but, well, it wasn't the first time someone had almost gotten lucky, and it wouldn't be the last. He drew his "blaster" with his right hand as he backpedaled, and calmly fired two shots at the downed man's chest. The harsh report of the slugthrower echoed through the streets, deafening compared to the relatively tame blaster fire. The big broomhandle Mauser was heavy enough that the mercenary didn't have any trouble burying the recoil. His grouping could have fit on a cred coin, and his point of aim was the poor bastard's heart. If he could get a shot off after that, the thug would probably end up as a local deity.
The first target (hopefully) dispatched, he turned his gun on Sinistra's foe. She looked to have things well in hand, so he'd hold off shooting unless A: she gave the order or B: he managed to turn the tables.
"Need a hand?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 3, 2013 6:46:24 GMT -8
Fen managed to get his blaster in the struggle, but Sinistra grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard, as she brought her knee up to hit him in the stomach. Gulliver managed to dispatch his opponent with relative ease, and he had a weapon trained on Fen, so she nodded for him to take the shot and clear the way for them to get into the warehouse.
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