((Ok, I put Semi-Open, because you can join, however please let me know first since I've already got like two people who'll be doing this with me (hopefully), so if you want in on the fun, then drop me a line in game, on the forum, or on XFire: metalogic))
Thor’s Hammer hung from Meta’s neck; its silver pentacle shone in the center. The team channel was alive with chatter; constant talking of excitement between the teams; MetaLogic and Ebola both leading. He patted his coat to ensure his guns were there, he would need them. The Suburban made a sharp screeching halt into an alley, closely followed by another; sounds of protest noisily being made from both. The doors swung open simultaneously as leathered men and women strode from each SUV, holding deadly weapons.
“This is a proxy of those *CENSORED* kids. All of the messages we caught going in and out of the simulation were from this area. It’s also one of their extraction points, so it’s pretty *CENSORED* important.” MetaLogic ripped out his sub-machine guns and held them firm against his shoulder as he finished his sentence. He extended one arm to the back of him and looked in Ebola’s direction.
“You take the back way, and we’ll hit the front. Got it?” She quietly nodded and took her team towards the direction indicated. Team MetaLogic made their way through the building with haste, not wasting a moment. Breath was heavy and sweat glistened when they finally made it to the top; awaiting the rest. When it was time, he nodded towards all and took his heavy foot to the door; splintering it off the hinges.
”Play time is over children!” The Cypherites fired en masse upon the coated and leather figures occupying the small floor, spraying bullet casings and blood onto the floor equally. Body after body dropped, painfully. Knives whisked through the air and slid into bodies. A massacre; how beautiful. MetaLogic casually strode through the corpses and gunfire, dropping his F-13SKs in the process. In one quick fluid motion he tore out his pistols and slammed through a wooden door, startling the already frightened enemies and blue ill. He fired anyway.
Wind and soft rain pattered their uniform, unbeknownst to them. Not even a thought about it brushed across their collective mind. Agents were like that.
“The Cypherites are attempting to take over a terrorist outpost.”
“Yes; one of them is Mr. Summer.”
”We have recently lost track of his programming, however it shall be online once again soon.”
“How long?”
”Approximately five minutes. It will be corrected and we will be notified.”
((Thanks to Roukan for the edit))
Thor’s Hammer hung from Meta’s neck; its silver pentacle shone in the center. The team channel was alive with chatter; constant talking of excitement between the teams; MetaLogic and Ebola both leading. He patted his coat to ensure his guns were there, he would need them. The Suburban made a sharp screeching halt into an alley, closely followed by another; sounds of protest noisily being made from both. The doors swung open simultaneously as leathered men and women strode from each SUV, holding deadly weapons.
“This is a proxy of those *CENSORED* kids. All of the messages we caught going in and out of the simulation were from this area. It’s also one of their extraction points, so it’s pretty *CENSORED* important.” MetaLogic ripped out his sub-machine guns and held them firm against his shoulder as he finished his sentence. He extended one arm to the back of him and looked in Ebola’s direction.
“You take the back way, and we’ll hit the front. Got it?” She quietly nodded and took her team towards the direction indicated. Team MetaLogic made their way through the building with haste, not wasting a moment. Breath was heavy and sweat glistened when they finally made it to the top; awaiting the rest. When it was time, he nodded towards all and took his heavy foot to the door; splintering it off the hinges.
”Play time is over children!” The Cypherites fired en masse upon the coated and leather figures occupying the small floor, spraying bullet casings and blood onto the floor equally. Body after body dropped, painfully. Knives whisked through the air and slid into bodies. A massacre; how beautiful. MetaLogic casually strode through the corpses and gunfire, dropping his F-13SKs in the process. In one quick fluid motion he tore out his pistols and slammed through a wooden door, startling the already frightened enemies and blue ill. He fired anyway.
Wind and soft rain pattered their uniform, unbeknownst to them. Not even a thought about it brushed across their collective mind. Agents were like that.
“The Cypherites are attempting to take over a terrorist outpost.”
“Yes; one of them is Mr. Summer.”
”We have recently lost track of his programming, however it shall be online once again soon.”
“How long?”
”Approximately five minutes. It will be corrected and we will be notified.”
((Thanks to Roukan for the edit))
