Role Playing Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ❯ In Which A Plot Device Fails ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4

July 11- We waited in that office until Vega was together enough to walk. Meanwhile I was rummaging around for anything useful. The pictures on the desk looked somehow familiar and I couldn't for the life of me figure out who he was. Then it hit me it was…

That bastard guard from the Stuffer Shack! The memory of that night flooded back in from her sub-conscious where so much was stored. She smiled now that she knew whose office this was. With the klaxon screaming she began to search more thoroughly. On the outside it was nothing special; A sturdy faux-oak desk, a steel gray file cabinet (she made a mental note to search those if she had time), pictures of the top most wanted, and the otherwise unfurnished walls so common in government and law enforcement buildings. She opened the desk drawers and found a Barretta 1-911A, a low power pistol. Not what she figured would be in this guy's desk. She tossed the pistol to Edvard and continued searching. Behind the middle drawer in the desk was a small button. When she pressed it a loud hydraulic hiss that made her fear for their safety, armed as they were, but then the entire right wall just opened and revealed a tremendous cache of weapons. This was more like it. She picked out a pair of neat looking and wickedly curved mono-daggers and a couple of Roomsweeper shotguns for herself. On a hunch she reached into a small drawer and withdrew a few handfuls of EX-round clips, some normal ammo and a holster. She took out an AK-97 for Vega and laughed when she saw a minigun which she handed to Edvard with enough rounds to last them both for there escape (Ammo was cheap at least).

Fully armed now, Tsaka cracked open the door and searched the corridor, it scared her when she didn't see anyone, but they edged out none the less. She gave the two others the all clear sign and they moved out into the hall, Edvard covering the rear and Tsaka stalking forward sweeping side to side with Vega hobbling behind ready to blow away anyone who rounded the corner.

They came to a corner, after about five minutes, and Tsaka motioned to the rest of them to hold back. She snuck to the edge of the corner and hugged the wall. She took out one of her daggers and slowly held it up so she could see around the corner through the mirror finish. She saw what she figured she would see eventually. There was a barricade set up, a barricade of fully auto machine guns, belt fed machine guns, assault rifles, automatic shotguns and various explosive devises.

She turned to the rest of her team and explained the situation, sparing no details. They toyed with the idea of coming out guns (vindicator) blazing and hoping they didn't get turned into some kind of soylent swiss cheese, that of course coming out of Edvard. “NO!” She protested `I don't want Vega hurt' she couldn't bring herself to say, after all given her past what knew she of the subtle games that love can play on the mind. She tried desperately to think of another plan… And as if on cue two people ran up to them dressed in prisoners clothes and carrying H&K carbines. “Yo you two” she whispered as loud as she could to them. “We need your help.” They dutifully came over and knelt down like good little deus-ex-machinas. “I need you to go around this corner and fire on the people their, the exit is through that hallway.” They nodded thinking that this was probably their best course of action and not noticing the heavy weaponry sitting behind Vega. They dashed into the hallway and immediately were torn to bits by a continuous hail of lead and explosive ammunition. Tsaka just stared saying aptly to the group, “wow…that plot device fragged up. Now what the hell are we gonna do?

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