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| Mala Suerte | Sep 20 2010, 03:42 AM Post #16 |
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It didn’t take long for the two of them to prepare for departure. The faster they left the faster they could get it over with and come back here for a few hours of rumbling tumbling passion. She pictured the layout of the building in her head to pick out the best way to take things, but her thoughts were interrupted by his words. Zita couldn’t help but smile. “Whatever you say big boy. Though you might surprised at who’s gonna be doing the screaming.” She had to stand on her toes to reach his lips to receive the kiss, his hand finding its way back to her bottom. Adjusting the bag over her shoulder, she followed him out of the little shanty and into the waiting vehicle parked out front. Zita took one last look around the place and to her bike. Good thing they were in the middle of the desert where no one could steal or tamper with it. Satisfied, she tossed her bag in the back and entered the jeep. Ah, this really took her back to those army days. She was getting a sense of nostalgia. What was the original mission of the patrol that was sent out was something she did not know. Apparently it wasn’t all that important since the people didn’t ask any questions over the device. “Bien,” she responded. Cain sure was having a hard time keeping those eyes off of her. But hey, what straight man could? “Eyes on the road, cabron.” Zita slid closer to him since it was a little chilly outside. Those crappy clothes weren’t doing a damn thing to insulate. A large muscular body like his should do the trick. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 20 2010, 06:25 AM Post #17 |
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"Eye's on the road? I don't know if you noticed, but there is no road beautiful; just dirt, dirt, and more dirt. But if you insist, I'll keep my eyes on the dirt." Finally looking back where he was going, he slowed the truck and turned down a nearly hidden natural ramp going down a low mountain face. Once they were back on flat ground, he somewhat sneakily put his arm around Zita's lithe frame, as she was now snuggled up against him. He didn't know why this rig didn't have a heater, but he was glad it did. "I can just picture you in action while we're bustin heads; I think this is gonna be the most fun I had in a while......the after party won't be too bad either I suppose." The terrain this far out was bumpy and rough, with random winding trails heading off in varied directions. Luckily, he'd studied the map until the directions were burned into his mind, plus he had a GPS just in case. As they rumbled and trundled along the arid environment, the truck smoothly shifted gears and they got ever neared to their destination. Turning another corner in the pitch blackness illuminated only by the jeeps headlights, far off into the distance Cain could make out dim red lights. He figured that they were well hidden enough that you could only see them from straight ahead; and considering finding this one path out of all the ones around was a miracle, it was a pretty good system. The last stretch was about 20 minutes, but finally they pulled up to a patch of ground that looked pretty much identical to the rest of the desert, except for the barely visible seam that divided the two segments. In a few minutes, a group of 4 people raced up the ramp that became visible when the two panels retracted. Their guns were trained on Cain and Zita, but it was just protocol; this was Area 51 after all. The lead man said nothing, he just held out his hands for identification, which Cain readily provided. "Apologies sir!!!;" the man said as he did a quick salute. "You know how it is, Area 51 and all." Cain plastered a fake smile across his face and returned the salute. "At ease soldier, you can never be too sure, so I completely understand the precaution. On my next trip out, I'll look you up and maybe throw a recommendation your way." Having the credentials of a Captain made things so much easier. After another quick salute, Cain put the car back in drive. "As you were soldiers, return to your posts." The men began jogging back into the base, while Cain drove the truck down the ramp and into the belly of the underground installation. After passing several more groups, he pulled to a stop in the parking deck and got out. Walking over to Zita's side, he skipped all pretenses of being polite, placed both hands around her waist, and lifted her from the vehicle; he'd be polite as she wanted later, but right now they had a job to do. "Alright beautiful, I'm gonna make myself scarce until you're in that security room; once you work your magic, hit me on the comm and I'll get to work. Everything goes smooth, this should be an in and out op." From his vantage point, he could see people coming, so he leaned over and once again placed a kiss on Zita's lips, then , looking as inconspicuous as possible he headed towards the nearest bathroom. From there, he could change into his battle gear and get ready for Z's signal. (Here is where they part ways for the time being.) |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 21 2010, 06:43 AM Post #18 |
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“Tee hee, feel the same way. Haven’t done anything this big in like forever. And sure as hell ain’t done anyone as big as you.” This job was going to be a real workout for her. She wasn’t to have to pull out her whole arsenal of skills to make it out in one piece. But that would be accomplishable she was sure of it. Stealth was the way to go. Get in quiet and take out anyone that got in the way. No unnecessary killing, that only made things messy and riled up the other soldiers. Not to mention she would sorta kinda maybe bad about ending the lives of U.S. soldiers. But she wasn’t in service anymore so these men were just targets. The road was bumpy, a bit annoying really. If it weren’t for Cain’s large frame next to her she’d be bouncing all over the place trying to find something to hold on to. Alright now they were approaching their destination. The closer they got, Zita moved over to her side of the vehicle preparing herself for the introductions to come. It didn’t take long for them to arrive and four men with big guns to greet them. Gosh how she hated having guns pointed at her! If they didn’t have a job to do she’d have slapped the taste out of these dudes’ mouths. When asked for identification, Zita presented her false badge with a coy smile. As Cain dealt with the leader, she kept her eyes focused on the nearest soldier. That gun pointing at her was seriously annoying. Thank God her partner finally put the car back into motion before she ended up doing something stupid. Zita glanced around at the parking bay as they drove along until they reached an empty parking spot. Time to put on the game face. Before she could even turn to open the door, two massive hands lifted her out of the vehicle. Well someone was in a bit of a rush. “Alright big guy, it shouldn’t be hard. I’ll have the security down in no time.” Their lips met once again before parting ways. First thing on her mind was getting out of the army garbs and into her sexy, little merc suit. Heading into a broom closet that had everything but a broom in it, she stripped down, suited up and strapped up. Last but not least she slipped on her nifty mask to keep that gorgeous face looking gorgeous. Correction, now she’d put on her game face. The best way to move around was certainly the ventilation system. Cliché, but effective and safe. According to the layout of the building, the security room was four levels down. She crawled through the ventilation as quiet as she could. It was a short time before she was over the area leading to a large elevator that would take her to the desired floor. Only problem was that there were two lousy guards in her way. After quietly removing the vent cover, Zita dropped silently to the floor below brandishing her combat knife. The unsuspecting guards were too busy discussing what celebrity chicks they wanted to bang to realize that death was creeping. The tip of the blade found its way into a vital organ of one of the guards while a hand covered his mouth keeping the yell of pain and surprise suppressed. As the remaining guard reached for his firearm, the blade was tossed and lodged in his forehead. Zita pried the knife from its victim and sheathed it. Not wanting to leave two bodies lying around for people to stumble upon, she grabbed them by the collars of their shirts and dragged them into the now open elevator. Hehe, this was fun. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 21 2010, 10:45 AM Post #19 |
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Cain lumbered into the nearest bathroom and nodded to the Corporal drying his hands. All those years and Cain still remembered every emblem and rank in every branch of the military....even those that didn't exist according to the general public; but when you were a one man army.....you got pretty far in the shadow ranks. Walking past him, Cain entered the handicap stall; he wasn't surprised when he could still look out over the dividing wall and see the entire bathroom. Letting his bag drop to the floor, Cain somehow managed to move his form around enough to get comfortable; then he went through the process of putting his battle gear on. About 10 minutes later, his uniform was on, and then he went about putting his military uniform back on. When he just about had his right boot back on, he pulled a little too hard and tumbled backward; the result was him cracking the linoleum when his ass hit the floor, and his head knocking a.....head shaped hole in the wall. Luckily there was nothing behind the hole but blackness, and it would've been hell to try an explain what had happened. "Damn...that woulda been embarassin, glad no one's in the shitter but me." Standing up, he fully laced both boots and made sure nothing was out of place. Now he looked like a soldier on duty, except for the twin bars on his lapel that signified him as a Captain. After securing his weapons belt, he picked up the duffel that still concealed his helmet and a few other objects to keep it from being noticeable, he zipped it up and exited the bathroom. As he made his way through the base, his brain brought up the mental image of the layout he'd studied for days on end; knew exactly where to go. Once he'd gotten his bearings, he made his way to the nearest staircase; he could've taken an elevator most of the way, but he wanted to see what he was dealing with in real life...a blueprint and 3D holo-grid only showed so much. Besides, you couldn't get to where he was going by using the elevator, it was a secret to most of the personnel. He laughed inwardly at the fact that despite being in the ultra secret Area 51 facility, some of the staff still had no idea what the fuck was going on. Right hand was keeping the left hand distracted while the brain was doing something totally off the all....that was the government for you though. On his way down the several floors to the very bottom of the base, he made small talk, saluted, even signed off on a few papers under his fake name. Everything was going according to plan, but he hadn't got the confirmation from Zita that everything was green on her end, so he stopped a few floors up from where he needed to be and made his way to a firing range. He got a few salutes as he entered, and he quickly returned them before getting an M4A1 off the wall and a pair of headphones. "Alright boys, let me show you why I made Captain!!! Cain hadn't used a gun in a while, but it was like riding a bike; once he'd glared down the iron sights toward the target a the end of the range, he squeezed the trigger four times. The result was one hole right where the heart would be; turns out ole' Cain still had it. He had nothing better to do for the moment, so he decided he'd stay at the range until he was contacted. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 21 2010, 09:28 PM Post #20 |
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Awww, there wasn’t any elevator music playing. She was looking forward to bobbing her head to some catchy tune while waiting for the right floor. What a disappointment this was. After this was all said and done with, she was going to have a couple of words with the guy running this place. You couldn’t have this awesome transport elevator fit for ten without having something to listen to. Zita glanced down at the lifeless bodies that were stashed against the wall in a crumbled position. Wait, the elevator was stopping before the fourth floor. “Ay mierda.” It was time to make herself scarce before whoever was about to enter the place saw her. A young looking scientist carrying a holo pad stood at the front of the elevator waiting for the doors to open. Once they did, he stepped inside recited a few figures aloud while staring at the pad in his hands. He was so occupied with what he was doing that he didn’t see that there were two bodies against the wall. That was until he turned around just as the doors were closing. He looked up from the pad, a set of glazed eyes stared back at him. “Oh God!” he reeled back in terror. But before it could consume him, a pair of legs came from above, wrapped around his head and lifted him up. A second later a loud snap was heard. Zita dropped down from her hiding spot atop the lift. Ding, ding, and fourth floor here we are. The moment those doors parted, she unleashed a hell storm of bullets into the backs of two more soldiers guarding the door. The suppressers attached to her weapons made the gunfire all but silent. Not wasting time, she ran through the long corridor and took a right turn mowing down any and all opposition. It wasn’t long before the mercenary made it down the winding corridor and to the security room. Damn, the door was sealed shut and here she stood without the proper authorization to enter. Eh, oh well. She didn’t need the “proper” authorization. The brown, silky smooth skin of hers shifted into the same titanium that the guns in her hands were made of. Using the newfound strength and durability, she kicked the door clean off of its hinges. Every soldier in the room turned and opened fire on her. Too bad for them the bullets simply bounced off her body. Also bad for them, they weren’t made of metal so her retaliatory bullets pierced their flesh. Once the bodies were taken care of she rushed over to the control panel were he fingers went to work to shutdown the security. “Aaaand done!” Zita pressed the little communication device in her ear to signal the big man in waiting. According to the monitors he was in the firing range. Smiling behind her mask she spoke, “Sorry to interrupt playtime papi, mamí’s ready on this end.” With the security disabled it should be easy for him to move around without setting off alarms. Now all she had to do was defend the room; an easy job for someone of her talents. Bullets knocked against the back of her head and body. Taking one of the grenades from her waist, she turned around and flung it toward the soldiers. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 22 2010, 07:52 AM Post #21 |
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For the next several minutes, Cain shot pistols, shotguns, sniper rifles, assault rifles; anything that spit bullets had been in his hand. He was actually having a good time when the tiny communicator in his ear beeped and Zita's sultry voice spoke to him. Resting the still smoking gun on it's butt, he pressed his ear and replied to her. "Don't be sorry darlin, I was just gettin ready to put my toys away and tuck the kids into bed. You know the deal, keep the room clear and stay in radio contact until we meet up." Most of the soldiers in the range couldn't hear Cain over the sound of constantly firing firearms, but the guy in the lane next to him heard everything. He pulled his service pistol on Cain and backed up a few feet, his eyes jittery and jumping around. "GUYS, WE GOTTA STOP HIM!!!! HE'S NOT A CAPTAIN, HE'S AN INTRUDER!!!!" The other soldiers took the emblem of a Captain over the words of an overworked Private though, and he was soon wrestled to the ground. "Sorry sir, workin here can be pretty stressful; he probably just snapped. We can overlook this right, shit like this happens all the time." The private was still struggling on the floor, trying to get to his gun that had clattered across the room. "Sure boys, I know how hard this job can be....and people don't even know yer down here.......that's why they won't care if I kill you." The soldiers holding their friend down looked at Cain in confusion as he aimed his rifle at them. "Shoulda listened to the boy....you might made it outta this alive; least you died servin yer country. And for that...I salute you." Cain actually snapped to attention and saluted; the soldiers were still rushing him and fumbling to clear their pistols when he unloaded the rest of the clip in their direction. The servicemen behind him slapped the alarm button on the wall, but when no klaxon sounded, they pulled the heavy artillery from the gun rack and opened fire on Cain. Cain didn't care about the bullets, he just calmly reached into his duffel gag and removed his helmet. After making sure it was secured, he turned and faced the men who were reloading their weapons. "Well...if you don't know by now, I'm the Juggernaut...the unstoppable one? That means yer gonna die..painfully, in this room." "OH SHIT, WE'RE GONNA DIE!!! HE'S GONNA KILL US, HE'S GONNA ARRGHH!!!" Cain had gotten tired of his whining, so he hurled his rifle at him; his aim was true because the makeshift projectile left the man's head a bloody pulp. The last guy just began sobbing softly and unloading his clip in Cain's direction; he knew he was going to die, but not without a fight. Cain had to applaud this man's bravery, or maybe laugh at his stupidity; either way he was a goner. When Cain reached him, the man was still pulling the trigger, although no bullets were leaping from the barrel. While he was reaching his hand out, the man swiftly drew his side arm, placed it in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. "Well damn...can't say I was expectin that." Cain didn't think much on the man's suicide though, he had other places to be. Running out of the room and into the hall, he smashed through several walls before he made it to the emergency stairway, and instead of actually using the stairs, he hurdled the rails and fell all the way to the bottom floor of the base; which was probably the only thing that kept him from smashing through the floor. With a resounding crash, Cain finally touched down, and after standing up, he brushed the dust and debris from his body. Looking around, he spotted a maintenance door, and one that said out of order; he chose the maintenance door. How could they be so stupid to believe that people would think they hid the secret R&D room behind a door marked do not enter? Prying both hands into the frame, Cain yanked the reinforced door from it's hinges, then squeezed his bulk into the tiny hallway. He could barely move in here, much less get any speed, but he was on his way to his destination. Then the maintenance corridor opened up into a large hallway with a huge blast door at the end of it. His prize was behind that door, a door that would only slow him down for a short time at the most. "Hey Z, I'm just outside the room that's got the goods; how're things on your end?" |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 22 2010, 04:38 PM Post #22 |
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~BOOOOOM!!~ The explosion from the grenade blew some the men to chunks while knocking back the rest. That was one hell of a way to clear a room out. Zita turned to look at the monitor just in time to see Cain demolish the poor saps in the room with him. Aww, one guy committed suicide to escape the crushing. What a complete moron. Suicide wasn’t an escape. It was a sentence. Sure you didn’t have to deal with earthly matters, but taking your own life was an instant ticket to Hell. Eh, guess that guy didn’t believe in the good Lord’s word. Not like being a mercenary was any better, but at least she’d have a chance of forgiveness. Turning away from the monitors, Zita ejected the empty clips, reloaded, and then opened fire again. Before the clips were spent though she holstered the weapons and charged forward. She was a little bit in a brawling mood. One guy rounded the now even larger doorway with his assault rifle ready to fire, but he wouldn’t get the chance. A metallic fist collided with his face shattering nearly every bone of its structure. “Damn.” Even she was taken back by how hard she punched the poor sap. As he collapsed, she snatched the weapon from him and swung it like a bat at the next guy running up behind. Damn this was becoming an easier and easier job. These chumps were nothing but a bunch of chickens running around with ch- “Fuck meee…” Well… at least one of them had the right idea. Instead of trying to kill her with bullets, this asshole brought out the heavy artillery. A screaming missile spiraled right for the Hispanic beauty to put an end to her reign of terror. She tried to avoid the missile, but it still made contact with the left side of her body. The impact tossed her through a wall where debris crumbled down. Now everything was going so easy. Things in the area became a little quiet after that. “Did we get her?” “I...I think so.” Yes, yes they did get her, and got her good. "Hey Z, I'm just outside the room that's got the goods; how're things on your end?" If she could cough, she would. The small group of soldiers approached the hole, guns raised. Unfortunate for them Zita was still holding the assault rifle she used as a battering ram. Her finger pulled the trigger, their lifeless bodies dropped. “Things...” she looked down at her body. Half of her abdomen was missing as well as her whole left leg and part of the arm. “Things are good over here. Just gotta pull myself together.” Zita tossed the rifle aside and placed a hand, or rather her only hand on the gun in her holster. In a matter of seconds, her missing limbs and torso were regenerated. It was like the injuries had never happened. She stood up dusting herself off and gathering up any lost weapons. “Take down these pinche putas! Quiero que todos los muertos.” Having been nearly blown to Hell was something that she didn’t take kindly to. |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 23 2010, 10:29 AM Post #23 |
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While waiting on a reply from Zita, Cain heard an explosion through his end of the receiver; and whatever they'd hit her with had a high enough yield to shake the entire base. I can't believe it, those fuckers fired a missile in the base....cheeky bastards're pullin out all the stops. Too bad for them though; I doubt they got anything can stop either one of us....poor slobs. When she finally did reply, she sounded pissed; something Cain alluded to her having just been the victim of a missile blowing up in her face. He didn't catch everything she said, but he knew she wanted them dead....and maybe something about whores; he really needed to bone up on his foreign languages. "They were gonna die anyway darlin, but since you asked so nice....I'm gonna do em in real meticulous; gonna make em sorry they didn't take that sick leave when they had the chance." He laughed to himself as he walked up to the only thing between him and his prize; a blast door that could probably stop anything short of a nuke......or a pissed of Juggernaut. Tapping the massive barrier with his knuckle, he then drew back and punched the damn thing, leaving an impressive, yet mostly superficial dent. Thing's gotta be at least 10, maybe 15 feet of reinforced something.....sure as hell ain't no metal I shredded before. Cain was right, whatever metal this was, it wasn't conventional, as even 50 feet of a conventional material couldn't stand up to an assault from him. "Haven't had to use my bull rush in a while....but I admit, I kinda missed knockin shit flat." While he was having his self dialogue, he was backing away from the door, getting as much distance between it and himself as he could. The staff inside the room had no idea what he was doing, but they felt they were prepared if by some extreme miracle, he made it through the door. Once he reached the end of the hall, Cain dropped to his hands and knees, then he propped his right foot against the wall and fell into the starting position you usually saw track runners in. Usually he would've given the folks inside an ultimatum; they open the door and let him have what he came for....they live. Too bad for them though, Zita wanted em dead, and their resistance so far wasn't helping their case either.....so dead they would become. He smiled underneath his helmet as his eyes narrowed; nothing, no one, could stop him.....and people had no idea how much he loved proving that fact. Pushing off as hard as he could, he smashed a hole in the wall behind him, and cracked the floor beneath his feet as he tore down the hall. As of now, he had tunnel vision, and the only thing he cared about was that door; it had to die. His massive footsteps echoed through the hall and shook the installation to it's core, and when he finally reached the door, he lowered his head, slammed both hands against the surface, and pushed. Whatever that metal was, smashing through it would've taken more time than Cain liked, so he had a better idea...push the damn thing off it's hinges, and it seemed like it was working. His forward momentum combined with his strength caused the door to shudder, then the metal started to deform underneath his palms. Cain just kept pushing and pushing until he heard the locks and hinges shriek in protest under the immense pressure he was generating, it wouldn't be long now, not long at all. Finally, he put everything he had into one mighty heave, and the door swung inward, snapping the lock and taking a portion of the wall with it. "HEEEEEEEERE'S JOHNNY!!!!!" Cain smiled gleefully at the shocked soldiers and scientists inside the brightly lit room, it was obvious they were scared shitless, and he'd always wanted to use that line. "Alright folks, I'm pretty sure you already know what I came here for, so just give me the compound and I'll be on my merry wa-AAAAAARGH!!!!!" Cain didn't know what hit him, but it was bright, and it knocked him on his ass. He wasn't down for the count, but he was stunned, something that surprised him a great deal. He hadn't been stunned in....in a really long time, and not by anything less than a powerful telepath getting past his helmet. With an annoyed groan, he stood to his feet and patted the still smoldering hole in his shirt, he'd have to get that fixed. "Alright....I don't know what the fuck that was, or who the Hell shot it....but now yer all gonna die." With a slow, deliberate gait, Cain walked towards his victims; after all, there was no hurry, Hell wasn't goin anywhere. Those with weapons opened fire, unleashing a wall of hot lead aimed right at Cain; he waded through them with no problems. The soldier who'd fired the Arc Cannon was at a loss of words; he'd seen it punch holes through tanks and demolish buildings.....but this guy just fell down!!!??? And bullets apparently did nothing but piss him off, just fucking great, whoopty fuckin doo...they were all gonna die. He was in a state of bewilderment, but there was nothing he could do but hope that the damn thing would hurry and build a charge so he could fire it again. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 24 2010, 02:55 AM Post #24 |
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It was back to the mission of guarding the security room to keep the alarms from being sounded or special areas put on lockdown. But then again at this point none of that really mattered. Just everyone in the base was aware of the presence of the two mercenaries on a rampage. Gunshots rang out again to steal the life of another soldier, that one almost making it to the room. Zita looked down both ends of the hallway before heading back to her position inside the security room. She took a look at the monitors to see what kind of damage Cain had done to the other areas. Holy shit! This guy was like a friggin tank! He straight up plowed through walls like they were made of paper. Watching the big guy work was starting to put her in the mood for later. The moment they got out of the base she was going to take a hold of him and do nasty, nasty hot and sexy things. Foot steps echoed from outside. These sons of bitches just didn’t know when to quit! With somewhere between a frown and smile on her face, Zita turned around and headed towards the entrance. Immediately a man caught a knee to his junk that would make him a woman. She took his rifle from him and mowed down a few idiots before tossing the empty gun at one guy’s head. ((yea… was kinda…yea...)) |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 28 2010, 08:16 AM Post #25 |
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His eyes finally fell on the prize, a cube of Aurodium hovering in a containment field in the center of the room. The beautiful metal was bathed in a natural golden glow and slowly spinning on it's axis....it was stunning to behold. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was the Aurodium, and Cain knew it was well worth the risk. Aurodium had been a miraculous innovation; several base metals, a few compounds, and a few other refining processes formed it into a lightweight, pliable, and nearly unbreakable substance. Cain figured that it could easily be formed into a helmet and fit with the best TP protection money could buy; and he'd still have more than enough left over to synthesize more if he needed to...life was sweet. His pace was still slow and measured, his eyes focused on the Arodium; as the bullets were of no concern to him, he didn't even notice when they began taking out portable beam cannons and missile launchers. The first RPG hit him in the shoulder, and considering it almost spun him around, it was not an ordinary warhead. He kept walking though, and when the laser that burned a hole in his pant leg him him, he finally got pissed and decided enough was enough. You could see the feral snarl painted on his face, you could see his bulging muscles tensing up, then he stopped walking. Holding both hands out, he paused for a moment before smashing his palms together; the result was a shockwave that tore through the room and threw everyone for a loop. Instruments were destroyed, fixtures were torn from the wall, and most of ht personnel were sent flying, save one. The guy manning the Arc Cannon was awed beyond words, he knew from the helmet and clothes that this was the Juggernaut, but seeing him in action was something he never wished upon anyone....especially when you were the one he was up against. He'd just about finished voiding the entirety of his bowels when the indicator beeped. The Arc Cannon now had a full charge, and could fire another shot at the hulking behemoth. He knew his next shot would be his last, but at least he'd have the satisfaction of knowing that he put the Unstoppable Juggernaut on his ass, not once, but twice!!!! With a few deft strokes, he entered what he figured would be his final command sequence; he set the cannon past it's maximum power, which would give him an incredibly powerful blast, but overload the machine and ruin it in the process. He also focused the beams power so that it would have maximum impact on the smallest area possible, which would do much more damage than a wide-spread beam. Saying a final prayer, he flipped Cain the finger and mouthed a silent, FUCK YOU, before pushing the fire button and watching as the white energy flashed from the muzzle of the cannon. Cain was admiring his handiwork, when he noticed the big ass gun emplacement near the rear of the room; that was the only thing that looked like it packed enough of a wallop to knock him down....he was impressed, bigger being better and all that. He wasn't expecting another blast, yet he still had enough time to brace himself and cross his arms when he saw the white lance of energy fly towards him. The impact was more than the first time, and the beam was a lot smaller. It actually seemed just wide enough for tendrils of energy to stream pass both of arms. At first, he began to push against it, then something unexpected happened, the force knocked his arms to his side, and the beam punched a hole clean through his chest and out his back. Cain was shocked, and with a pained groan, he fell to his knees and clutched the smoldering hole. He chanced looking up and saw the Arc Cannon overloading, and in the next few moments it blew to kingdom come, and he hoped it took that guy who shot him with it. He'd never been hurt like that before, so he didn't know what do do; he was still moving though, and still functional,so he stood up and slowly walked towards the Aurodium. By this time, his healing factor was already causing the hole to re-knit itself; he'd be whole again in short order; you could slow the Juggernaut down...but you couldn't stop him. Finally, he reached out and grabbed the cube; the electric shock that would've friend just about anyone else didn't even register to him as he ripped it free of it's containment field and walked out of the room. Now that he was making his way back up to the parking deck, he commed Zita...and he could swear his smile was going through the earpiece. "You there Z? I got what we came for, keep that security room locked down for a few minutes, and then blow it to hell and get to the parking deck, we're about to make our grand exit." He'd found a cargo elevator that would be much quicker than taking the stairs, so he got in, hit the button, and waited. |
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| Mala Suerte | Sep 28 2010, 08:27 PM Post #26 |
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Area 51 sure as hell had a serious roach problem. All of these damn soldiers rushing in only to have their lives taken away from them. By the time the two of them left the base there wouldn’t be anyone alive to tell the tale. Out of all the missions that she’d been on in the past, this one took the top spot for highest body count and pissing her off the most. Well there was that one time that she failed due to a certain someone getting in her way. Now that was something that had royally pissed her off, more so than the rocket that knocked chunks from her earlier. Her hands clasped the side of a woman’s head and gave a twist to the right. The lifeless body dropped to the ground. That was the last of the lame excuse for soldiers, at least for now. Zita traveled back inside the control room to have a look at the monitors. She was just in time to see a brilliant flash of light fill the moments as one brave soldier fired a beam cannon at her partner. “Dios mio!” She watched as the juggernaut of a man fell to the ground having a hole knocked through his chest. She cursed to herself. This mission was over with now. The guy had been killed and she was now on her own. Wait a minute. Cain… Cain was still alive! He was back on his feet and looking pissed off more than ever. “Well I’ll be damned. He is one hombre duro.” It was amazing to watch this man survive having a hole blown clean through his chest and now reaching into an electrical field that could easily fry a person. He was something else. If Cain could survive something like that it was a wonder what else he could withstand. She was definitely going to have to do some research on this guy, something she probably should have done the moment he contacted her for the job. But she’d been too unconcerned at the time to look him up. All that green he’d sent her way kind of sidelined her. That didn’t happen often. Zita listened to his words. “I’ll be there in no time. Don’t keep me waiting.” Alright then, time to blow this popsicle stand. Cain had made it to one of the cargo elevators and was on his way out. Zita checked her belt for some grenades. Damn, she lost them when that fucking rocket took her down. Ah, the rocket! Exiting the room she saw the rocket launcher discarded on the floor and with one hot in the chamber. It’d been awhile since she used such heavy weaponry, but it was a welcoming feeling. With the device on her shoulder, she aimed down the sights and pulled the trigger. The rocket spiraled from its home and found sweet release in the control panel. An eruption of metal and fire filled the room as Zita made a dash for the elevator she used earlier. This part of the base was utterly useless to them now. As she ran for the parking deck, she ignored all of the frightened scientists and workers while the remaining soldiers tried to stop her. Poor guys, innocents really. Wait... what the hell was she thinking? Those scientists weren’t innocent. They were working at Area 51! Nothing innocent went down in places like that. It didn’t take long for the woman to reach the parking bay where she spotted their truck. Turning around she opened fire on a few morons dumb enough to follow her down there. Chunks of brain matter and flesh were ripped from them. Now where the hell was that big bastard at? |
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| Cain Marko | Sep 30 2010, 09:31 AM Post #27 |
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The thing about cargo elevators was that they were slow as hell, and even slower with the opening and closing of the doors....Cain was in a big hurry, and every second was precious. He impatiently tapped his foot as the box slowly rose from the bowels of the base to where he needed it to be. The whole time though, his eyes remained glued on the cube he held in the crook between his arm and body; it was a beauty alright, and soon it'd be his helmet, and he wouldn't have to worry about getting it shredded like newspapers in a hamster cage. When the damn thing finally did ding, he didn't give the doors a chance to open, he just took a few steps and kicked the left door outwards. He didn't even bother to stop and kill those who opened fire on him as he jogged through every wall that was in his way. He was focused on the task at hand, and he wouldn't stop until he got to the parking deck and back to Zita. SMASH, KROOM, CRASH!!!!! Wall after wall fell to human battering ram that was Cain Marko, and finally he broke through a wall and smashed into a Humvee, crumpling it and tipping it over on it's side. Slowing to a walk, he grabbed it and tossed it out of his way with his free hand, then he kept walking across the vast expanse that was the parking deck until he saw the truck he and Zita had arrived in. He didn't see her yet, but he still made his way over to where he knew she was. There were bullets peppering his body as he walked, but they were nothing; then he heard the PSHOOM noise of a rocket launcher and he swung his arm. Of course he couldn't really see the rocket, but his quick reflexes were fast enough to swat it away without triggering the warhead, and it exploded when it impacted with the rafters. Now he was close and he could see Zita putting down some guys stupid enough to fuck with her, so he opened the truck and tossed the cube in the front seat. "Z, get the truck in gear, I'll make sure the exit's clear!!!!" He slammed the door and took off at a dead run, only to stop when he saw someone taking aim at her. Walking up, he grabbed the man by his shirt and held him up to his face; "You can look all ya want, but she's with me....that means you don't touch." The man nodded his head in complete agreeance before jamming the muzzle of his assault rifle into Cain's helmet and squeezing the trigger for dear life. The entire 30 round clip was ejected into his face, and the muzzle flash caused him to keep his eyes closed until the BUDDA BUDDA became CLICK CLICK CLICK. For the next few seconds, he spit out the few shells that had managed to find their way into his open mouth, then with a snarl, he pulled the soldier even closer to his face. "You done yet?" Cain didn't give him a chance to answer, he just turned and threw the man as hard as he could. He didn't care where he hit, he was no long bothering him. Then he turned his eyes to the large ramp that led to equally large blast doors that kept this base hidden from the rest of the world.......they had to go. He pushed off of his right foot and went full kilter up the ramp; his going was slower than he wanted because of the incline, but by the time he reached the doors, he had enough momentum for what he needed to do. When he collided with the large doors, his body plowed through them, leaving a large hole where they'd been forced apart; Cain wasn't done yet though. Turning around, he grabbed the curled lips of metal and forced them further apart; now Zita had plenty of room to get the truck through, and once she did, they'd be home free. |
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| Mala Suerte | Oct 5 2010, 04:02 AM Post #28 |
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~RATATATTATPINGPINGPINGRATATAT A multitude of bullets coughed from the machine guns only to bounce off of the titanium skin of Zita. She laughed as her own bullets ripped through them until the clips were expended. She tossed the empty guns into the jeep behind her and stared at what remained of the soldiers. Not many to pose any threat, well not while she was still in her current form. And none of the poor bastards were smart enough to bring with them the heavy artillery. With almost a predator glaze over her eyes, Zita rushed the remaining soldiers with nothing but her bare hands and blade. Her right fist was driven into the nose of the first man while her left arm swung backwards colliding with another’s neck clothes lining him. She side stepped an incoming rifle butt and countered with a roundhouse kick to the face that snapped the woman’s neck. She drew the blade from its holster and in one strong stab, plunged it into the top of the remaining soldier’s head. As much fun as guns were, getting down and dirty with your own hands was way more enjoyable. Zita turned around upon hearing the voice of her partner; he was ready to leave finally. Retrieving the blood and brain stained blade she ran for the truck. She was almost sad that the party was over with, but they had to bounce. Once inside of the vehicle, she cranked up the engine and prepared to drive out of the base. All that was left to do now was to wait for Cain to get those blast doors open. Damn… he sure as hell did get them open. Using nothing but his body, the guy pried the reinforced doors apart to allow passage of the truck. Putting the truck in reverse she spun around running over the body of a semi conscious soldier. “Oops.” She slapped it into drive and drove up the incline. Once Cain climbed in, her metal foot stepped on the pedal pushing the truck to its limits. “Wooooooo! Eso fue muy divertido!” She placed a hand on Cain’s shoulder giving him an excited shake. |
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| Cain Marko | Oct 8 2010, 08:32 AM Post #29 |
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It didn't take long for Zita to get her sweet ass in gear and do the same for the truck. She was up the ramp and next to him with the door open in record time; before he hopped in though, he pried one of the blast doors from it's mooring and tossed it down the ramp. Hopefully it'd slow anyone dumb enough to follow them down for a bit; if not they'd just be killed plain and simple. Hopping into the passengers seat, he slammed the door shut and told her to floor it; it was then he let a smile cross his face, they'd taken on Area 51 and won...life was good. He could tell from her smile and the excitement in her voice when she shook him that she was happy, giddy even; and she had every right to be, they'd just pulled off one of the biggest two man heists ever. "Damn skippy it was fun, we should do it again when we get the chance; next time we can knock over Fort Knox or the national mint.....can't ever have too much cash." At that moment, his attraction to Zita was near it's apex, and the fact that they'd surpassed the statistics for success by a large margin, he was ready to hit the breaks and take her right then and there. He had some control though, that could wait until they were safely back at the shack and had no one following them. Taking a glance backwards, he noted they didn't have any pursuers; that meant a while of driving and they'd be totally in the clear and free to do whatever the hell they wanted to do to celebrate. Cain was finally convinced they were home free, and in celebration, he leaned over and planted a kiss on the side of Zita's lip. He was quick to pull back though, because the last thing they needed now was to crash and blow everything to hell. |
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| Mala Suerte | Oct 9 2010, 06:02 PM Post #30 |
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“Ooooo, Fort Knox. Now that would one hell of a good time with one hell of a good pay off.” She didn’t think anyone had knocked over Fort Knox for as long as it had been in existence. They could definitely be the first two people to do so judging by their little display tonight. She could see many many future collaborations with Mr. Marko. He was the type of man that she loved, she craved for. From his looks to his personality to his skills to his… girth. Zita looked into the rearview mirror checking for any pursuers. Nothing. At least they were smart enough to not seek out death. His kiss was a nice gesture, but in her current state she couldn’t feel it, not the way it was meant to be anyway. Zita smiled briefly as her titanium body shifted back into the soft, copper skin that men, and women for that matter, loved. The sudden change lightened up the vehicle allowing it to travel just a little bit faster. And whoa! It was cold! A rush of chilling wind hit her like a ton of bricks being thrown by a frost giant. There was a slight veering to the left as she tried to adjust to the breeze. “Damn, forgot how cold the desert is at night.” She shivered. If she wasn’t motivated before, now she had another reason to hurry up and get back to the shack. The body heat that was about to be produced by the passion would be enough to keep her warm for awhile. She retrieve the mask from her lap and tossed it into the back with her other gear. Before long the vehicle pulled up to the shack and she was out of the car. Zita didn’t bother with getting any of her stuff from the back because, well, she didn’t need it right now. All she needed was her body for the upcoming fun. Maybe a couple of other things if Cain was kinky like that. You’d think she was an Olympic sprinter with how fast she bolted into the shack giggling like a giddy cheerleader getting her first date. The skin tight, black outfit was ripped, figuratively of course, from her body and discarded across the room. She swan dived onto the soft bed, bouncing a bit and jiggling in all the right places. Zita was a fun lover. She didn’t take sex ultra serious like some people. She liked to have fun in everything that she did. Cain was about to find that out. “Get your culo over here right now and tend to mine.” She looked back at him over her shoulder while giving her butt a squeeze. |
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