A Troubled Little Town Called New Hope, Part 3 - RPLOG
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Monday September 16, 2019=Log=
Twilight gives way to the dark of night as four riders set out to storm Old Red's hideout, their fifth staying back to escort their informant back to her home in New Hope. Leading the small group, Riley steers their horses through the darkness, their two-hour-long ride spent mostly travelling uphill, passing through the edge of Utting and approaching Harcuvar Peak. There, the insect morph would go offroad and slow down, continuing to climb as they all began to near their destination.
"Well, there it is." Going prone over the side of the peak, only Riley's antennae can be spotted through the sparse foliage of the desert bush he was hiding behind. A pair of binoculars are passed to the nearest agent as the ant man eyes the house for a bit more. "Well, I've done my part now. You three don't get yourselves killed while staking out the gang, eh?" With that, he parts away from the side of the peak he was looking over and prepares to mount his horse once more.
The fox turns a sideways eye towards the ant, then casts it towards his team. "You just gonna let him run off? Suit yersevlves." the fox shakes his head, muttering something about how they had the perfect mole or hostage right here for them to use and letting it go... His attention turns towards the house. "I'd wager I could collapse that thing whole and have this all done in a snap if I had some dynamite. All I got is... nothing. Hard way it is then. If we had some gasoline we could douse the whole place and set it on fire to smoke the scumbags out, but we came by horseback. No fuel either..."
The fennec squints his eyes and snags the binoculars from whoever had them last, then peers at the structure. "Windows... could have tossed incendiary or cryogenic grenades in there if anyone had those, but..." he'd hand the binoculars and sighs. "Again, nothing. This is the kinda thing I'd do in the city... god damn it. They got a hawk on the roof. Good thing we went at night. If only I had a silenced weapon..." The fennec grumbles "If I can just make my way over there and climb the wall... I'd be able to take him out up-close and personal..."
"Don't look at me. Explosives and bombs and firearms aren't my style." Nena watches the building like, well, a tiger stalking prey. "I prefer to be close, myself. We could try to go around and get the drop on him, but I'm not sure what other eyes they might have. I only see the one right now, but there could be more. I've got smoke bombs, but that would be pretty obvious. Might be useful later though."
Having followed Riley and the rest to the point overlooking the house where Old Red was supposedly held up, Zen crawls over to get a better look. "Hey, Riley, you what sort of terms were you on with the gang? I heard you say you wanted to get out... but you didn't burn any bridges with them, right?" He says softly with a glance towards the ant-man. With the others discussing their angle of approach, Zen takes the binocs but doesn't have quite as much luck with scoping out the target. "Well, I can't quite out too much from here... so getting closer seems like something we will need to do eventually. "If that hawk you saw up top is their watchman, perhaps we can use something of a diversion to get someone close?" He muses while giving another glance to Riley, "You know, as far as everyone back at the settlement is concerned, you still aided these guys in getting what they wanted. Think you could try and get their focus on you so someone from our team could get up close?"
"Hell, if there were any bridges to burn, they'd be made out of sawdust and dirt." As he's addressed, Riley turns away from his horses and back to Zen. "I'm surprised at myself by how long I stuck around the crew. I was never anybody but the new meat to them, and nobody ever came along to bump me up further on the hierarchical totem pole." He's about to continue on to the horses when Zen's request catches him again. "...damn, alright, I might as well. Zophah told me what's what, and I suppose I owe it to Rosa and all the other folks back at the settlement."
With that, the ant man fetches a flashlight, sits by the ridge for a moment, and then flashes a signal with timed switches of the beam before climbing over the edge of the rock face, starting to approach the cabin.
As he departs from the group to approach, all three others can hear him muttering under his breath; "Fucking hell, it's Simon." The figure on the rooftop spreads his wings and glides down to land on the ground, just in front of the cabin's porch.
"Perfect. I'm going around the back. If you hear gunfire, it means they've spotted me. I'll have made a distraction for you, use that however you want." the fox nods and rubs his hands together before running off, following the cover the local hills provided. It was the long way around, but he was fast, very fast. Here in the wide open desert-like terrain, Magnus was most at home, his form suggested as much and so did his out of bubble experience. He'd reached a hiding spot behind the house in no time, and peeked over his cover for a moment, scanning for the presence of anyone or anything that might spot him and become a problem. Oh, how he wished he had his comm unit to relay details to his team right now. Unfortunately... the presence of his armor made things a little less... easy than he was used to. As he ducks for cover under one of the bushes there, he startles a raven, the bird fluttering off from its hidey hole... god damn it. He readies his pistol in one hand, and a blade in the other. Whoever wants some will have to come get it.
Nena watches Magnus take off, raising her brow. She's in no hurry to follow, nor can she tell of his distress. She stretches out and adjusts her glasses, the city girl tiger not quite as in her element as the fennec, but she would be ready. Ears flick as the raven flies, and she narrows her eyes waiting for a sign. Either the unguarded flank of an investigator or gunfire. Either or.
Zen gives a nod to Riley and says, "Don't fret. Consider this a way of redeeming yourself. Would you rather go back as someone who turned tail and ran away... or someone that realized their mistakes and tried to set them right? If I were you... I'd be doing every little thing I could do to get back on the good side of the settlement you'd be going back to." Watching the signal go out, the kitsune takes a moment to commit it to memory. Who knows when that signal might come in use. When the ant started to make his move towards the cabin, Zen looks to Nena and Magnus. Seemed Magnus was going to go on a wide flank and was off before he knew it. "Well... getting multiple angles on the place sounds like a good start. Perhaps I'll try and work my way along the south ridge. If Riley looks like he is in trouble, and you can't seem to get him out of it... Well, we might have to go loud."
Simon takes a few steps towards Riley as he approaches the shack. Everyone can see the two during the dimming light, but hearing them is another matter; their speech to each other isn't as easy to hear. It is, however, easy to tell that the gryphon mutant is less than pleased, when Riley gets suddenly pistolwhipped down to the ground and the barrel of Simon's revolver levelled to the ant's face. As if to add emphasis, the gryphon speaks louder; "If you've been playing hooky on every single night you've been on here, I should've killed you on day one, greenhorn. I'll see you in-"
Simon pauses, his ears twitching at the sound of a raven suddenly getting disrupted from its nest. He squints over towards the ridge, before kicking Riley's gun out of its holster and picking it up for himself. "Stay here, and don't you move a godforsaken inch, or I'll slash out your entrails and leave you for the buzzards." Punctuating himself with another kick to the insectoid's cheek, the gryphon's steps now steadily starting to get louder to Magnus and Zen as they're both approached.
As Simon peers over the ridge, he quickly spots both Magnus in his hiding spot and Zen, noticing the latter first. His gun hand sweeps fast, but not fast enough; Zen's arrow lodges right into his shoulder, while Simon's bullet kicks dust from the ground in front of Zen. The gryphon is promptly finished off when Magnus grappling hooks him and knocks him out with a solid punch, more than likely leaving him unconscious while he's left to bleed out. A gunshot is a gunshot, however, and the gryphon's sounds out across the mountains...
Zophah comes up behind Nena, worried that she was left behind. And with the sound of a gunshot being heard she hopped down from her horse, pulled down her night-vision goggles over her eyes and drew an arrow on her bow. "Cover me, Nena. I'll sneak up to those rocks over there." She then jogs forward, keeping an eye out for sentries other than the one recently taken down.
"Come here, you bitch." Magnus mutters as he is approached, already fuming from how that bloody gryphon up and pistolwhipped their ant teammate. He wanted to do that, damn it! All jokes aside, the fennec flicks his wrist, drawing a small hooked projectile out his left wrist. He aims it right at the incoming gryphon and fires, impaling his pistol-holding arm and yanking him in, down the slope with ease. The fox' other fist swings as his prey comes flying in. He'd put his pistol away to free those knuckles of his. As the gryphon comes tumbling down, the fox' fist collides square with his face, reinforced skeletal structure heavy and dense delivering a punch to remember.
"Fuck! He got a shot off! Great..." Magnus exclaims and casts a look at the house, then the one they'd done something awful to. "He'll die if he bleeds like that. Bah... not my problem. Come on." he'd wave to Zen before running towards the building's front. "Urrrghhh... why does it always have to be like this?" He'd shake his head before sprinting over toward the ant. He doesn't even stop, he just whisks the male away and runs at nigh-superhuman speeds over to the others. "Here!" he lets Riley go onto the ground and huffs. "He ain't looking fit to fight right now. I won't hear the end of it from Rosa if he kicks the bucket. Rather my ears enjoy some tunes, not the pained whining of a heartbroken cowgirl." The fox then draws his pistol once more and turns to face the house...
Nena lifts her head when the shot goes out. Well, well. Looks like things are really getting into swing, now. Hopefully the two on the ground were alright, Riley moreso. With the others taking cover behind the rocks to the south, she starts heading north, trying to circle around behind the building. Hopefully all attention would be towards where the gunshot was.
Zen's ears flatten a bit at the sound of the gunshot. So much for the advantage of surprise... He gives a glance to Magnus before the fox starts to bolt over towards Riley with an almost-unbelievable quickness. "Well, shit, so much for sneaking past the watchman." He mutters to himself before shouting to Magnus, "I'm going to continue east along the further ridge. I want to see what I can see on the other side of the house... They must have their horses somewhere." He looks for the nearest softcover while moving in a way that would keep him obscured from the house until he reached his destination. Well, since they were already up, perhaps he would try a bit of a bluff. Before moving to his new spot he shouts out, "We have you surrounded! Give up the server and you might just manage to walk out of here!"
As Magnus swoops past and snatches Riley up before carrying him away, he can hear a commotion being raised from the inside of the cabin; if he were to look over his shoulder as he bolted straight for the horses the group rode in on, he'd see lights get turned on from the interior of the house. As he drops over the ridge, the glow of a lightbulb coming through the windows soon gets replaced by flashing sparks instead as a short burst of gunfire streams out of the hole. It fires right into the darkness as Magnus drops behind the ground, but their intent is clear. They do restate it for Zen, however; a second burst of automatic fire spews out through another window, vaguely in the direction of the kitsune, before a voice yells out to translate for him. "Like hell we are!"
Zophah focuses and draws her bow. She focuses to put an arrow through the raider that was aproaching the rocks where she was taking cover, her breath steadied. Keeping in the cover of darkness and with no sound but the brisk wind of a barbed arrow, she lodges a shot strait in the chest of the raider. As the raider falls, his M4 discharges, stray bullets kicking up dust and soon shooting up into the air as he falls dead. She quickly draws her next arrow, ready for the next poor sod to aproach her position.
"Like hell you are." Magnus growls as he clenches his fists, triggering the electronic systems in his armor. Plates slide up and over his exposed bits, encasing him in durable protective metals and other composite materials. He makes a run for the house and aims for the window from whence gunfire was coming his way. Some might call it reckless, but Magnus called it LIVING. The adrenaline was coursing through him, providing a high he seldom got to experience. Leaping into the air, Magnus enters fist-first into the building and rams right into his attacker, tackling him, though sadly insufficiently-so. The bandit manages to wrest free from his grip, and delivers a punch to his gut. His puny fist strikes metal and dense muscle, causing him to reel back clutching his injured hand. The fennec draws his twin blades and locks onto his enemy~
