58 Bang Bang Bang
"Oh...," the guard leans on the junker and rotates the shoulder that was attacked. "So you're finally done pretending?"
Marcus aims the gun at the assailants head, "Stand down."
The guard clenches his jaw and rubs his head along the injured skin of his jaw, "Go ahead, shoot me."
BLUFF IDENTIFIED
GUNFIRE WILL CALL FORTH MORE DISTURBANCES
"Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head," He waits for the guard to get to his knees to approach.
The guard eyes Marcus's blank face before sneering and lowering himself to his knees. Marcus walks around the man with the gun pointed at his chest, but as the guard raises his hands Marcus is within reach. Marcus's body stiffens as the gun is grasped. He releases the gun, raises his knee, and rams it into the guard temple.
The gun drops from the guard's grasp as he tries to defend from the impact of bone to his skull. It's futile. Following the blow, the guard's large body collapses to the cold cement floor. Marcus kneels beside the body and checks his pulse.
ASSAILANT SUBDUED
THE HUMAN REMAINS ALIVE
He picks up the gun and rises from the ground.
THIS MODEL APPEARS TO BE A
GLOCK 35 GEN4 .40 CALIBER
After a short pause, to acquire information on the disassembling techniques for the weapon, Marcus's hands move with precision. He drops the disassembled gun at the unconscious guard's side, and steps over the body to grab the items that have been spilled over onto the ground.
He crouches and uses one hand to sweep the equipment back into the ragged backpack. He slides his arms into the straps, and bends down into the junker to retrieve the other backpack.
THE DESCENT PLAN B INITIATED
"What the hell?!" another guard rushes over with his weapon drawn.
Marcus frowns as he pulls the other backpack over his shoulder to keep his hands free.
"Hey, what the f*ck happened here?"
"The male has succumb..." Marcus grasps a shard of glass in his pocket.
"Succumb? To what?" The guard has the gun aimed at Marcus's legs and is lowering his weapon still the closer he gets to the body.
Marcus jumps over the body and rushes forward. The newcomer stumbles backward at the change of pace and fires. The shot echoes throughout the garage. Screams of fright erupt from nearby, and the element of secrecy is lost.
The bullet pierces Marcus's bicep. The wound doesn't stop Marcus's approach, he grasps the hot barrel and forces the gun down toward the guard's feet.
The guard fires again, but this time the bullet pierces his own foot. Marcus stabs the shard of glass into his forearm. When he keels forward from the pain, Marcus wrenches the gun from his hand to put him unconscious as well.
A group of footsteps is heard rushing his way from the car lot. Marcus drops the extra backpack, turns on his heel, and runs for the entrance of the underground garage. He is sprinting along the edge of the wall toward a sea of tents when he hears a motorcycle driving up behind him. He slows and shoves two men away from a lit barrel, the flames were heating their meal.
The men back off with their arms raised to defend themselves.
"Fuck off!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
Their slurred speech notifies the device that they are not a threat. Marcus turns his back on them. The motorcyclist's black helmet comes within sight when it turns around a wrecked car, and heads right for Marcus with a spiked bat in hand. Marcus stands there silently while the drunks berate him from behind.
The motorcyclist speeds toward him and swings the bat over their head. The drunks back away while seeing the approaching threat. Marcus kicks the barrel into the path of the motorcycle.
The barrel flies through the air with coals and broken pieces of burnt wood flying out from its center. It collides with the front wheel of the motorbike, and the driver goes flying across the cement floor, face first. Their half helmet doesn't help lessen such a rough frontal collision. The man's body remains still on the ground.
Marcus doesn't wait to check their vitals. He picks up the bat and enters the tent area with it dangling from his already healed arm. The crowd of people that was out has thinned. Marcus crouches as he hides behind each tent.
Finally, he makes it to the tunnel that leads to the exit above ground. Marcus's body speeds up, but hears a noise and hides behind a cement pillar.
"Eyes open everyone! He knows what Dennis looks like, and might be heading for the lower levels! Civilians back to your tents, and stay low to the ground!" Nard is shouting through the sparse crowd of men and women that are warily watching their surroundings.
Nard stops at the base of the tunnel and scans each pillar on each side. 'We've got four men watching the exit. Six guards watching the lower level...and Kelly's men walking this entire place. He's not going anywhere.'
Ika marches toward Nard with his rifle in hand. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. There was a gunshot. I heard the same broadcast as you after, but by the time we got over there the men he encountered were dropped. Found a drunk that said someone in a puffy brown jacket attacked Joseph. Pheno's already been called over there." Nard turns his back on the tunnel as he addresses Ika.
"Marcus?"
"That's what I'm thinking, too. I didn't think he had it in him." Nard pulls his knife from its leather sheath on his hip.
"Why would he blow his cover now, and not when he was face to face with Dennis?"
Marcus jogs up the tunnel in the shadows of the pillars. When he can hear the wind of the sandstorm raging outside, he pauses into a crouch and takes a moment to assess his newest obstacle.
It seems to be that the four men from the night before are on guard duty. Instead of facing away from the tunnel and viewing the electric fence, the men are standing and aiming their weapons toward the center of the tunnel. They haven't caught sight of Marcus's crouching form in the shadows.
INITIATING PREEMPTIVE CONDITIONING
NANO INFIRMARY SHIELDING ACTIVATED
ENHANCING LOWER EXTREMITIES AND LEFT ARM BY 50%
Marcus rises from his crouch and speeds up the rest of the tunnel into the open. The guards take a step back to brace themselves and call out a warning.
"Stop! Put down the weapon!!" the guard on the far left calls out.
Marcus throws the bat at the guard in the middle of the lineup. The man moves to the side to move out of the spiked bat's path of destruction. Marcus's speed increases as the guard bumped into the man beside him and disrupts the defensive line.
The guard on the far left hesitates to fire, but the man beside him doesn't. A spray of bullets is aimed at Marcus's legs. Marcus leaps at the off-balance guards, and they all fall to the floor in a mess of bodies. The firing guard stops firing, "Raise him up. I think I've got him! I think I've got him."
Marcus steals the knife on the hip of the guard beneath him as the guard behind him wraps an arm around his neck.
He stabs the knife into the guard beneath him twice before cutting across the arm wrapped around his throat.
"AAAah!"
Marcus grasps the bleeding arm and presses his fingers into the wound while holding it back. He uses the injured man as a shield.
"Drop your weapons," Marcus holds the knife to the guards jugular.
The whimpering man cringes as the sharp edge presses against his Adam's apple. The other two guards lift their rifles off over their head and lower their weapons to the floor.
"Throw them over there," Marcus motions to a dark corner off near the electric fence.
The guards hesitate until Marcus presses the blade deeper into his hostage's neck. Too deep. The cut continues to bleed even after the blade is lifted.
"Aah! Pleaa-" The hostage pleads as the guards throw their weapons into the corner.
"Go down there, and keep walking. Come back up here and he's dead." Marcus's monotone voice frightens the guards as they jog down the tunnel to get help.
Marcus backs up to gain cover behind the toll booth near the exit. Marcus and the injured guard disappear behind the wide booth.
"Wait...please, let me--" Marcus rams the guard's forehead into the edge of the booth and releases his grip on him as the body crumpled to the floor.
Behind them is just what he was looking for, the generators that are hooked up to the electric fence. Sand is flying in while strong gusts of wind rattle the rolling gate. Marcus traces each wire that is twisted around the gaps in the gate with his eyes.
He stands over the two generators and examines the parts to identify what models they are.
RETRIEVING INSTRUCTIONS ON SHUTTING OFF PORTABLE GENERATORS
Marcus hands each reach for the side of the generator to carefully---
BANG
A bullet pierces his spine.
BANG BANG
Two bullets pierce the back of his knees.
He keels forward onto the generators and is momentarily shocked. His body is thrown back by the surge of electricity, and the sleeve of his jacket smokes as he convulses on the ground. The awkward load of the backpack forces his body onto its side.
SYNTHETIC INTELLIGENCE DEVELOPER HAS BEEN SHUT DOWN TO PREVENT DAMAGE TO DEVICE DURING SURGE EVENT
ERROR
COLLECTING ERROR INFORMATION
REBOOTING SYSTEM IN
60 SECONDS
ERROR
A PROBLEM HAS BEEN DETECTED
ERROR
RESOLVING ISSUE
REBOOTING SYSTEM IN
.....
3600 SECONDS
3599 SECONDS
3598 SECONDS
"Bastard."
"I think we finally got him."
Marcus aims the gun at the assailants head, "Stand down."
The guard clenches his jaw and rubs his head along the injured skin of his jaw, "Go ahead, shoot me."
BLUFF IDENTIFIED
GUNFIRE WILL CALL FORTH MORE DISTURBANCES
"Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head," He waits for the guard to get to his knees to approach.
The guard eyes Marcus's blank face before sneering and lowering himself to his knees. Marcus walks around the man with the gun pointed at his chest, but as the guard raises his hands Marcus is within reach. Marcus's body stiffens as the gun is grasped. He releases the gun, raises his knee, and rams it into the guard temple.
The gun drops from the guard's grasp as he tries to defend from the impact of bone to his skull. It's futile. Following the blow, the guard's large body collapses to the cold cement floor. Marcus kneels beside the body and checks his pulse.
ASSAILANT SUBDUED
THE HUMAN REMAINS ALIVE
He picks up the gun and rises from the ground.
THIS MODEL APPEARS TO BE A
GLOCK 35 GEN4 .40 CALIBER
After a short pause, to acquire information on the disassembling techniques for the weapon, Marcus's hands move with precision. He drops the disassembled gun at the unconscious guard's side, and steps over the body to grab the items that have been spilled over onto the ground.
He crouches and uses one hand to sweep the equipment back into the ragged backpack. He slides his arms into the straps, and bends down into the junker to retrieve the other backpack.
THE DESCENT PLAN B INITIATED
"What the hell?!" another guard rushes over with his weapon drawn.
Marcus frowns as he pulls the other backpack over his shoulder to keep his hands free.
"Hey, what the f*ck happened here?"
"The male has succumb..." Marcus grasps a shard of glass in his pocket.
"Succumb? To what?" The guard has the gun aimed at Marcus's legs and is lowering his weapon still the closer he gets to the body.
Marcus jumps over the body and rushes forward. The newcomer stumbles backward at the change of pace and fires. The shot echoes throughout the garage. Screams of fright erupt from nearby, and the element of secrecy is lost.
The bullet pierces Marcus's bicep. The wound doesn't stop Marcus's approach, he grasps the hot barrel and forces the gun down toward the guard's feet.
The guard fires again, but this time the bullet pierces his own foot. Marcus stabs the shard of glass into his forearm. When he keels forward from the pain, Marcus wrenches the gun from his hand to put him unconscious as well.
A group of footsteps is heard rushing his way from the car lot. Marcus drops the extra backpack, turns on his heel, and runs for the entrance of the underground garage. He is sprinting along the edge of the wall toward a sea of tents when he hears a motorcycle driving up behind him. He slows and shoves two men away from a lit barrel, the flames were heating their meal.
The men back off with their arms raised to defend themselves.
"Fuck off!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
Their slurred speech notifies the device that they are not a threat. Marcus turns his back on them. The motorcyclist's black helmet comes within sight when it turns around a wrecked car, and heads right for Marcus with a spiked bat in hand. Marcus stands there silently while the drunks berate him from behind.
The motorcyclist speeds toward him and swings the bat over their head. The drunks back away while seeing the approaching threat. Marcus kicks the barrel into the path of the motorcycle.
The barrel flies through the air with coals and broken pieces of burnt wood flying out from its center. It collides with the front wheel of the motorbike, and the driver goes flying across the cement floor, face first. Their half helmet doesn't help lessen such a rough frontal collision. The man's body remains still on the ground.
Marcus doesn't wait to check their vitals. He picks up the bat and enters the tent area with it dangling from his already healed arm. The crowd of people that was out has thinned. Marcus crouches as he hides behind each tent.
Finally, he makes it to the tunnel that leads to the exit above ground. Marcus's body speeds up, but hears a noise and hides behind a cement pillar.
"Eyes open everyone! He knows what Dennis looks like, and might be heading for the lower levels! Civilians back to your tents, and stay low to the ground!" Nard is shouting through the sparse crowd of men and women that are warily watching their surroundings.
Nard stops at the base of the tunnel and scans each pillar on each side. 'We've got four men watching the exit. Six guards watching the lower level...and Kelly's men walking this entire place. He's not going anywhere.'
Ika marches toward Nard with his rifle in hand. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. There was a gunshot. I heard the same broadcast as you after, but by the time we got over there the men he encountered were dropped. Found a drunk that said someone in a puffy brown jacket attacked Joseph. Pheno's already been called over there." Nard turns his back on the tunnel as he addresses Ika.
"Marcus?"
"That's what I'm thinking, too. I didn't think he had it in him." Nard pulls his knife from its leather sheath on his hip.
"Why would he blow his cover now, and not when he was face to face with Dennis?"
Marcus jogs up the tunnel in the shadows of the pillars. When he can hear the wind of the sandstorm raging outside, he pauses into a crouch and takes a moment to assess his newest obstacle.
It seems to be that the four men from the night before are on guard duty. Instead of facing away from the tunnel and viewing the electric fence, the men are standing and aiming their weapons toward the center of the tunnel. They haven't caught sight of Marcus's crouching form in the shadows.
INITIATING PREEMPTIVE CONDITIONING
NANO INFIRMARY SHIELDING ACTIVATED
ENHANCING LOWER EXTREMITIES AND LEFT ARM BY 50%
Marcus rises from his crouch and speeds up the rest of the tunnel into the open. The guards take a step back to brace themselves and call out a warning.
"Stop! Put down the weapon!!" the guard on the far left calls out.
Marcus throws the bat at the guard in the middle of the lineup. The man moves to the side to move out of the spiked bat's path of destruction. Marcus's speed increases as the guard bumped into the man beside him and disrupts the defensive line.
The guard on the far left hesitates to fire, but the man beside him doesn't. A spray of bullets is aimed at Marcus's legs. Marcus leaps at the off-balance guards, and they all fall to the floor in a mess of bodies. The firing guard stops firing, "Raise him up. I think I've got him! I think I've got him."
Marcus steals the knife on the hip of the guard beneath him as the guard behind him wraps an arm around his neck.
He stabs the knife into the guard beneath him twice before cutting across the arm wrapped around his throat.
"AAAah!"
Marcus grasps the bleeding arm and presses his fingers into the wound while holding it back. He uses the injured man as a shield.
"Drop your weapons," Marcus holds the knife to the guards jugular.
The whimpering man cringes as the sharp edge presses against his Adam's apple. The other two guards lift their rifles off over their head and lower their weapons to the floor.
"Throw them over there," Marcus motions to a dark corner off near the electric fence.
The guards hesitate until Marcus presses the blade deeper into his hostage's neck. Too deep. The cut continues to bleed even after the blade is lifted.
"Aah! Pleaa-" The hostage pleads as the guards throw their weapons into the corner.
"Go down there, and keep walking. Come back up here and he's dead." Marcus's monotone voice frightens the guards as they jog down the tunnel to get help.
Marcus backs up to gain cover behind the toll booth near the exit. Marcus and the injured guard disappear behind the wide booth.
"Wait...please, let me--" Marcus rams the guard's forehead into the edge of the booth and releases his grip on him as the body crumpled to the floor.
Behind them is just what he was looking for, the generators that are hooked up to the electric fence. Sand is flying in while strong gusts of wind rattle the rolling gate. Marcus traces each wire that is twisted around the gaps in the gate with his eyes.
He stands over the two generators and examines the parts to identify what models they are.
RETRIEVING INSTRUCTIONS ON SHUTTING OFF PORTABLE GENERATORS
Marcus hands each reach for the side of the generator to carefully---
BANG
A bullet pierces his spine.
BANG BANG
Two bullets pierce the back of his knees.
He keels forward onto the generators and is momentarily shocked. His body is thrown back by the surge of electricity, and the sleeve of his jacket smokes as he convulses on the ground. The awkward load of the backpack forces his body onto its side.
SYNTHETIC INTELLIGENCE DEVELOPER HAS BEEN SHUT DOWN TO PREVENT DAMAGE TO DEVICE DURING SURGE EVENT
ERROR
COLLECTING ERROR INFORMATION
REBOOTING SYSTEM IN
60 SECONDS
ERROR
A PROBLEM HAS BEEN DETECTED
ERROR
RESOLVING ISSUE
REBOOTING SYSTEM IN
.....
3600 SECONDS
3599 SECONDS
3598 SECONDS
"Bastard."
"I think we finally got him."
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