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Wordlessly Poet swung the vehicle, his indecision going without comment, the men in the back swaying slightly at the turn, balance adjusting seemlessly to keep them upright even as tool boxes and other objects that compromised their "cover" slid over the floor with the dull rasp of metal on metal. Checkpoints flowed by, 7 streets, 14 humvees, manned by well equipped soldiers, their movements laced with by the dull lack of activity that epitomised the bored.
It was infecting his own men, the need to act, to bathe in the rush of endorphins only contact could bring manifesting in edgy rustling and vacant stares. The crank of a window caught his attention, irritation gnawed at him as he saw Buck unleash a spidery marble the tiny silver ball scuttling up and out of sight onto the roof of the van, his voice burning with some sort of accomplishment even as he informed them of his action, the capability of his fucking marbles.
The hatred seered, his teeth suddenly on edge a steely glint burning through the flames of his hate filled eyes, lips tearing apart with a little snarl his fragile temper like dried wood, a spark away from a roaring fire.
"When i want fucking accessories on my van, I'll ask for them sergeant. "
He turned momentarily angry features twisted with spite as he rounded upon Buck
"Though if you've got a fluffy pink airfreshener It'd be rather useful to cover up the stench of your shit ideas"
He turned to the front eyes blazing even as he pointed poet down a second side street
"Personally I'd be rather suspicious if i saw a small marble wandering up the side of a builders van, or perched neatly upon the top. Thus I'd prefer it if you dispensed with the initiative in future, save those fragile remaining braincells for a rainy day huh."
The rage spurted through his lips, a mix of cold abuse and degradation, a vent to the steamy heat of the rage that bubbled in his soul
"Leave it, where it is, if someone noticed it climbing up, it climbing down is a sure fire way to affirm their suspicions."
They kept going, checkpoints affirmed his fear, this was no spot perimeter, if you wanted to get in without hitting a checkpoint you had to go on foot, not a massive dissapointment, they were fit portable and deadly, the loss of a van changed nothing.
The last checkpoint they came to caught Poet's eye, the reliable driver giving his observations the words causing thor's eyes to narrow drawing his attention, youngsters, unprepared, bored and irked, a perfect way through. Yet something caught his eye, a low slung dark black sedan following them lazily, a glance in the rear view mirror stirring memories, a similar car, following them at previous turns, was it the same, he was almost sure, yet was this perverse paranoia.
The drawling tongue of the Russian confirmed his suspicions, forced his hand, a plan forming within his mind even as he shot a glare at Buck, if it was the fucking marble....
"Straight across Poet, into the allies, if we've got a tail lets give them a surprise."
The benefit of a van, par a driver, they could not be sure who else was inside. A little advantage. A quick glance in the rear view mirror revealed tinted widows and dark glass the shadows of a driver and passanger the only details of the occupents within.
Yet the mission hadn't changed, nothing new, the recon was the most important, time to split.
If it was ACS he didn't want bloodshed, he wanted them to see a mirage of his own making, to learn the identity of their pursuers in the most innocent way possible.
The ghost of a smile flittered across his lips, time to split, but who and where.
Fenris was the obvious choice, no doubts, he'd have sent Buck but you keep that which you dont trust close. Hermes was a solid choice, but the blood shed would be here, not with the recon squad, had to be Poet.
"Hermes, in a sec, switch with poet and take the wheel"
The smile was growing even as the plan formed, uncoiling in his mind
"The mission objectives havent changed, the recon is our goal, but we need to deal with the tail. Fenris, Poet. Next blind turn i want you both out the hatch and into the allies, take some of the tools, try and make your way towards the compound, keep in touch, we will recon with you in the van once we've taken care of the tail."
He gave a little nod to Hermes.
"Once they're out hit the gas and hit it hard, open up a little distance between us and the sedan while they're blind then take it nice and steady , take the next sharp turn and stop hard. I want to hear the breaks squeal"
"Buck i want you out and into cover, higher the better, i want some cover, if in doubt deploy the smoke."
He let out a low growl before murmering
"use your initiative, you suspect something go all out. If it's acs caution is best but failure is fatal"
he turned to hermes
"i hope you can act, little one, because as far as they're concerned, you've just hit me, and i need the tail to believe it"
It was simple really, poet and fenris go further on the recon, buck in cover as the safety net, hermes, a builder late on his way to work covered by the papers loki provided, desperately looking for an entrance to the compound that doesnt exist.
His apparent victim lying in the ground screaming in agony, clutching his leg or more precisely the large revolver and blade strapped to his thigh.
If it was ACS Hermes had an alibi and the papers to prove it, identity without ambush, if it was something more sinister they had the firepower and the misdirection to blast their way out.
He let out a low snarl, his eyes glittering face a mass of snarling teeth, adrenaline seeped through his veins
"Are we ready?"
Last edited by deathbringer; 01-13-12 at 12:53 PM.