Never Easy [Gilgamesh]
Aug 13, 2016 19:54:29 GMT -7
Post by Azoth on Aug 13, 2016 19:54:29 GMT -7
This was a simple information gathering mission. Just as many of Azoth's evenings out as 'Azoth' began, and how very few ended. Tonight, however, might be one of the rare times the should-be simple remained so. It appeared as though she had arrived at her destination, and she had not seen a single other super, and the people discussing terms in the main of the factory had not seen her.
Azoth had taken to the shadows of the factory. A few others had as well, but all who held such an unfortunate job had already met a silent fate. It was hard to see her before she saw them and harder to react before blood blocked any words of warning that might escape their throats. Seven in the quiet perimeter of the factory had dwindled to one, and the meeting of almost two dozen in the long since cleared open area of the abandoned factory continued as though nothing was wrong.
None of them were in uniforms, but not a single person present wasn't aware of the two factions at play; one police who would lose their jobs should their names ever be traced back to this meeting, and the other a gang of some sort Azoth hadn't bothered to learn. That wasn't what mattered. It's what they had that she wanted.
Azoth had been tailing this gang for the past thirty minutes, ever since she'd traced the location of the information to them and discovered tonight to be time of the trade off, and since had been watching them for a briefcase. If she knew one of them had it, she would walk in right now and search the bodies once she was finished with them. The problem was, she couldn't be certain. Killing more than twenty people, about half of whom were police, no less, was no small mark on the city or her head. She was not willing to put such a target above herself if what she was seeking wasn't here to begin with.
Then she saw it; a small, lether case was drawn from the long coat of a man in the back and passed forward. Azoth strode slowly out into the light cast within the factory by its broken roof and single working light, taking her sweet time so as to not aggravate her bruised chest and her lungs. She was still recovering from her battle, if one could call it that, with Sin Eater. Her doctor had told her she should rest, or at least remain indoors, for a number more days. But this was too important an opportunity to miss. She could not afford to stay home.
The first person to see her shouted. He was also the first to fall, clenching his chest as he found himself suddenly unable to breathe. Weapons were drawn as the second person fell, her neck gushing blood from a deep cut created as Azoth walked past. Several guns clicked, useless in the hands of their wielders. She'd already removed the trigger mechanisms on any visible guns. Three more fell; one to an unseen wound and the other two to explosions that came a little too close to their heads. The hidden guns were drawn and fired next but bullets vanished before they could reach Azoth. The air wave surrounding them was the only thing to hit her, and while enough to make her stop, did little to prolong their lives. These guns soon fell apart in their owner's hands, useless.
The first person attempted to flee. His clothes were set alight, and the blistering flames that followed didn't see him out the door. Another man tried to rush her with his knife. He fell to a small explosion behind his head and a slit to his neck. Azoth tuned into the rhythm of battle and so it played out, those around her meeting their end as they neared her or she neared them. A few tried to run - those she saw she lit on fire, but the group was spread out enough it would not be surprising if at least a few made it unseen out the door. Her focus was locked on the man with the briefcase of information. Fire wouldn't do for fear of burning the information, thus it wasn't until she was within a couple of feet of the man that he and the two who attempted to protect him swiftly joined the bodies.
Azoth bent down and picked up the briefcase from the small forming puddle of blood. All of the brave ones were dead. The rest were of no concern now that she didn't need to fear them escaping with the information. As they fled, Azoth came to stand alone and still in the center of the factory and the briefcase began to vanish from her hands. The information would be processed, stored, and then she could silently depart.
Gilgamesh
Azoth had taken to the shadows of the factory. A few others had as well, but all who held such an unfortunate job had already met a silent fate. It was hard to see her before she saw them and harder to react before blood blocked any words of warning that might escape their throats. Seven in the quiet perimeter of the factory had dwindled to one, and the meeting of almost two dozen in the long since cleared open area of the abandoned factory continued as though nothing was wrong.
None of them were in uniforms, but not a single person present wasn't aware of the two factions at play; one police who would lose their jobs should their names ever be traced back to this meeting, and the other a gang of some sort Azoth hadn't bothered to learn. That wasn't what mattered. It's what they had that she wanted.
Azoth had been tailing this gang for the past thirty minutes, ever since she'd traced the location of the information to them and discovered tonight to be time of the trade off, and since had been watching them for a briefcase. If she knew one of them had it, she would walk in right now and search the bodies once she was finished with them. The problem was, she couldn't be certain. Killing more than twenty people, about half of whom were police, no less, was no small mark on the city or her head. She was not willing to put such a target above herself if what she was seeking wasn't here to begin with.
Then she saw it; a small, lether case was drawn from the long coat of a man in the back and passed forward. Azoth strode slowly out into the light cast within the factory by its broken roof and single working light, taking her sweet time so as to not aggravate her bruised chest and her lungs. She was still recovering from her battle, if one could call it that, with Sin Eater. Her doctor had told her she should rest, or at least remain indoors, for a number more days. But this was too important an opportunity to miss. She could not afford to stay home.
The first person to see her shouted. He was also the first to fall, clenching his chest as he found himself suddenly unable to breathe. Weapons were drawn as the second person fell, her neck gushing blood from a deep cut created as Azoth walked past. Several guns clicked, useless in the hands of their wielders. She'd already removed the trigger mechanisms on any visible guns. Three more fell; one to an unseen wound and the other two to explosions that came a little too close to their heads. The hidden guns were drawn and fired next but bullets vanished before they could reach Azoth. The air wave surrounding them was the only thing to hit her, and while enough to make her stop, did little to prolong their lives. These guns soon fell apart in their owner's hands, useless.
The first person attempted to flee. His clothes were set alight, and the blistering flames that followed didn't see him out the door. Another man tried to rush her with his knife. He fell to a small explosion behind his head and a slit to his neck. Azoth tuned into the rhythm of battle and so it played out, those around her meeting their end as they neared her or she neared them. A few tried to run - those she saw she lit on fire, but the group was spread out enough it would not be surprising if at least a few made it unseen out the door. Her focus was locked on the man with the briefcase of information. Fire wouldn't do for fear of burning the information, thus it wasn't until she was within a couple of feet of the man that he and the two who attempted to protect him swiftly joined the bodies.
Azoth bent down and picked up the briefcase from the small forming puddle of blood. All of the brave ones were dead. The rest were of no concern now that she didn't need to fear them escaping with the information. As they fled, Azoth came to stand alone and still in the center of the factory and the briefcase began to vanish from her hands. The information would be processed, stored, and then she could silently depart.
Gilgamesh
