[i]Wilson headed back into what looked like an entranceway, and found a few of his captors. Grabbing one by the throat, he smiled as he slammed it into the way, breaking its spine. As another guard rushed him, he flipped him over his shoulders, and curb-stomped the creature's throat. Walking in, he hunted for his armor, eventually finding it in a store room, just as he had left it. The two guards in the room turned to him, and he smiled.[/i] Didn't your parents teach you not to touch other people's stuff? [i]With that, he tackled one to the ground, and beat it to death with its own weapon. Chambering a round in the weapon, he shot the other guard 4 times before it could fire a single shot. Tossing the gun to the side, he approached his gear, and put on his Pip Boy, using it to unlock his power armor. He then stripped out of his -blam!-ed up arena outfit and back into his normal clothes. Making sure all of his weapons were loaded, he climbed back into his armor, and it closed around him. Locking into position, it hissed as all of his systems came back online. His Browning locked its bolt, and the eyes of the helmet came on, a bright red-orange. Walking forward, he left the room.[/i] [i]Wolf had slid out of the arena quickly, and began searching for his armor. Moving in the shadows, he came upon three guards, all with their backs to him. He grabbed the first and snapped its neck quickly, and then tripped a second guard with his left foot. Tossing the corpse onto him, he tackled the third, and broke his arm, and then strangled him. As the other struggled to push the corpse of his friend off, Wolf shot him with the third's weapon. Standing up, he headed down a hallway, looking in each and every room until he found his armor, also in a guarded room in pristine condition. The guards both went to shoot, but he was quicker on the draw and dropped both of them before they could even pull the trigger. Tossing the weapon aside, he also clambered out of his suit, and back into his normal apparel. Fixing his Castle beret, he unlocked his armor and entered it, it closing around him. The helmet laid on the table beside him, and he turned to it after the suit sealed and locked itself for combat. Picking up the helmet, he slid it on and locked it, the blue eyes lighting up almost immediately as he pulled his cloak up over his head, and walked out into the hallway. Engaging his cloaking and dampening systems, he radioed Wilson.[/i] You out? Yeah. Back in business again. We need to regroup. Look for the Russian. 10-4 Wolfie.

The pair spotted the Russian behind cover preforming first aid on a crew member. He looked up and saw them and motioned for them to stay down as large caliber rounds started to impact around him.

[i]Wilson laughed as some plinked off of his armor, and his Browning began to roar. Fifty-caliber API rounds screamed out of the weapons barrel as he walked forwards to cover them. From his back, he drew his MG3, and cocked it.[/i] YO PAVEL, TAKE A REAL GUN! [i]Wilson tossed him the weapon, a full belt loaded in it. Off to Pavel's left, Wolf appeared, popping carefully placed shots from his father's SCAR-H at the enemies, hitting a few in the chest as Wilson kept them suppressed. Over the fire, Wolf shouted to Pavel. [/i] How bad's the wound?

Pavel kept his hands pressed on the wound, but slides the weapon closer with his foot. He looked up from nat. "Through and through, large caliber. Blood loss is stopping, and I injected painkillers."

[i]Wolf looked to Wilson and gestured for him to continue to lay cover fire. Wilson nodded and drew an AKM from his back, and began firing that along with his Browning. Casings and belt links littered the ground as the machine gun and assault rifle cut into the enemy. Wolf ducked down, and pulled out a few supplies from his bandolier, gauze, morphine, and a small surgery kit. He handed it over to Pavel, and stood back up to return fire.[/i] You're better with it than I am! [i]Reloading the SCAR, he continued to fire, picking off those who Wilson was suppressing.[/i]

Pavel nodded his thanks and returned to patching up nat. The guards continue to press the group.

[i]The combined firepower from the two kept most of the enemies from being able to approach. Those that made it forward were decimated.[/i]

Alexandria returned from the armory in a large mech suit and drew their fire. Pavel picked up nat and bolted why their attention was elsewhere.

[i]With that, Wolf holstered his rifle, and drew his sword, cloaking and disappearing. He reappeared in the midst of them, cutting them to pieces, and tossing them like rag dolls as they approached him. His finesse was unparalleled, his swordsmanship immaculate. Wilson finally moved forwards as well, letting the Browning cool for a moment, as he drew both of his magnums. Firing them as enemies approached, he decimated them with multiple shots to the chest and gut. [/i]

The guards, not used to the stiff resistance start to slow their advance.

[i]As the guards slow, the two mercenaries push forwards, eliminating anything in their path as they pushed for the armory to rendezvous with everyone else. Like a tornado ripping across a field, the two carved a path through the guards, Wilson's weaponry peppering them, Wolf removing limbs and severing arteries with surgical precision. The two had left nothing alive in a span of approximately ten minutes, and surveying the scene, they began to head towards the armory.[/i] THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT! [i]Wolf laughed at the Courier, who not unlike himself, was splattered with blood. Moving across the area, they headed into the hallway, Wilson on point, his hulking frame making escape for any stragglers nigh impossible.[/i]

A crackle over a radio interjected. "Wilson, wolf listen up. Extraction is en route, we have to rendezvous with everyone. Regroup at the armory if you find anyone."

[i]Their replies came swiftly.[/i] Already on it. Comin' your way. Don't get spooked and -blam!-ing shoot me in the doorway, might ricochet at ya.

"My bullets know better than to come near you, they'd just shit themselves."

Well then... Crossing that off the bucket list, intimidated a Ruskie today... Hehehe [i]The sound of Wilson's heavier armor could be heard moving down the hallway, as in the room, Wolf stood, arms crossed leaning against the wall, having teleported in.[/i]

"Not intimidated, just respected. You are on par with our spetsnaz. If you ever decide you want to fight for a nation again..."

Nah. That requires me behaving. That's -blam!-ing boring. [i]He said as he entered the room, his Browning swinging up into its safe position.[/i]

The armory is largish, with a few of the crew already inside. Natalie and Alexandria, silver, and a few others. "So does this contract, security for a diplomatic mission, worse than a line company."

What they don't know don't hurt 'em.

"Fair enough, as long as we all get out alive and the mission gets done I'm not going to complain much more than usual."

What's a few extra unidentifiable corpses gonna be in the statistics? I'm not here to kill you...

[b][i]He spots Natalie and Alexandra, each having attained basic 5.56 firing assault rifles. They spot Pavel and anxiously rush over, firing into the crowd to quell the violence of guards trapping the civilians inside. [/i][/b]"Pavel!" [b][i]Natalie screams over the gunfire, Alexandra letting her gun spray the crowd down. [/i][/b]

Pavel Ducks behind cover and peaks his head around a corner. The wall next to him is stitched by bullets and he turns and double taps the guard running towards him. He turns back, looking at them. "We gotta move ASAP! Head to the armory get your gear back! I'll provide cover, go!"

"Alright, Nat, you move first!" [b][i]Alexandra screams amidst the uproar of fire, and Natalie starts sprinting. Halfway through the run to the armoury, a single, large .50 bullet slams into her leg, completely shattering her thigh. [/i][/b]"Natalie!" [b][i]Alexandra calls, her throat aching from the sheer loudness of the shriek. She grabs her gun, and pops out of cover, unloading into the crowd. [/i][/b]