Chapter 10: A Maniac Without a Gun

[Kizu Sensou & Hex]

Akiras tone seemed odd but then again Kizus tone often seemed odd AND misplaced. She moved forward Hex stiffening as she did so but he stayed behind knowing full well his place shoould be where he could be with a central position of all three women.

"Well Mr Akira if the other ladies don't mind it would be a pleasure for us I am sure to have maybe lunch or something? I myself am famished. I have not eaten today. Hex is my partner over there so know we all know each other...What do you all say is that a plan?"

Kizu smiles widely and gives the peace sign. She also hopes to get out of the street and into a more safe setting where they may find out more about this person with them and maybe more about each other. She liked these ladies she had met.

[Aubrey 16]

To Akira, Hilja, Taylor, Kizu and Hex.

Aubrey admired the blouse she had adorned that morning, she had just bought it the day before, and was eager to show it off.

She was walking through Helsinki, checking peoples credit scores at random, and not seeing anything that really needed attention. She sighed, thinking that today would be as boring as the day before, perhaps she would go shopping again. No sooner did the thought leave her, when she saw a group of people. One of the men appeared to be a creditor, but she wasn't sure.

She looked at each of the people, Aubrey did not like the way two of the three women were dressed. She approaches them, and looks at Hilja and Kizu, crossing her arms. "Are you two aware that you are commiting a fashion crime?"

[Lilith "Mistress" Antekkereh]

Lilith nodded, commenting back that it was also a pleasure to meet her as was human conduct. When Beatrix begun to praise her, her shoulders rolled back a fraction, her chest puffing out the slightest. For a moment she felt her old pride raising once more.

Lifting a slim hand, she held her fingers a few inches from her mouth as she chuckled just as Beatrix had but a few moments ago.

"Of course, but the masses rarely appreciate the ones they should. Not to say you aren't quite an inspiration yourself, Beatrix." She felt that this woman was the type who preferred first names. Obviously, the masses believed this young one to be an inspiration in her own right.

Knowing that she only appreciated her because she was a zealot of the Manalist religion, Mistress's pride dispersed. "The food isn't horrid, much better than other things. I suppose I'm just too large on public manners! I was raised in a much different day than you." She gave the orange haired woman a playful wink.

That wasn't to say she had been raised with perfect manners. No, the manners had come many centuries later. At first she simply plucked her food off the ground and ravaged it. Those were better days.

"I wasn't aware there would be a speech." Apparently, one of her servants needed a good scolding. "But why not? I came all this way, and this chat with you has been pleasant. I'd love to see how you handle the people." She had heard quite a bit about Beatrix's pyromanics.

[Lena Eva Aysel]

Lena gazed thoughtfully at Markus as he made his hand motions. She scanned his body quickly. He didn't appear to be shot three times, so that meant something else had happened where he had been. By one of the people outside?

"I see." So those people could handle themselves well enough. If they hadn't left yet and failed to defend themselves, it were their fault. She took her hand off her blade, picking up the other one. The now ice coated one would serve as a defense against the guns for her.

"If they haven't left yet than they obviously want to finish this. The question is if they wish for the offense or defense. If they're so determined, though, they'll probably be charging back in here. Use the crates to your advantage."

With that she hopped off the stack of creates, leaving Markus. He'd be smart enough to know what she meant. She stalked through the crates to the other side of the warehouse, waiting their arrival. Idly, a part of her mind wondered if she was wrong, but she had been around humans long enough.

[Bambi Engel]

"Well, the part of America that has been restored if also very beautiful!" Bambi stated, then wondered why she had instantly thought of that. Perhaps it was that whole homeland thing.

She thanked him for his politeness at opening the door as she walked past him and outside.

"That's understandable, it must've been frustrating to perfect the whole thing. Why bother fixing a hair color when everything else is finally perfected?" She nodded lightly to herself, seeing the logic.

She paused, turning around halfway to await for him to lead. After all, she had never been to Ireland before. She'd get horribly lost with her luck without someone who knew where they were going.

[Maeve Cullen]

"He already took the shot. If he's so determined then I'm not going to argue." Maeve says, turning toward the warehouse. "Besides, I'm not too eager to have all of this go to waste. Do you think he's still in the warehouse though? One of us could go in the front and one through the back."

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Hmph." Tuesday exhales sharply. She was fighting a loosing battle. "Fine, fine, fine." She finally gives in, accepting defeat.

She looks back at Maeve. "I'll take the back entrance, and one of you can take the front one, and the other one can tag along with someone." She drops her purse on the side of the warehouse, tucking it out of sight, at this point, it would only get in the way.

"There might be another woman in there, she caught me on the side of the building, and she looks really familiar. I'm pretty sure shes for us, not against us." She warns. She hadn't really taken the time to process the face, and remember where she'd seen and talked to the woman before, as it wasn't really the moment to do so.

[Taylor Jones]

Taylor smiles and nods, not really sure as to who or what she's nodding to, but it seems like the best thing to do at the moment.

Lunch. Now theres an idea. She can feel her stomach growling. She inconspicuously pulls back the sleeve of her blazer and checks her wrist watch, she has to get to work soon, but if they hurried to lunch she could get some food in her beforehand.

Then another Creditor shows up, this one seems more interested in their clothing than their credit scores, and Taylor sighs.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei shrugged and nodded at Tuesday.

"I'll go with you." he said, eyeing the warehouse.

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve nodded and without another word headed toward the front of the warehouse. She turned to look back, deciding to wait a few moments so that Alexei and Tuesday could circle to the back of the warehouse. She didn't want to risk two people jumping on her, but if the chick was on their side...

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Alright. Be careful, Maeve." Tuesday says, as her and Alexei move toward the back of the warehouse. She reaches for the door knob, turning it slowly, and easing the door open, carefully.

She didn't see the woman anywhere, but the man in the gas mask was standing in full view in the middle of the warehouse. Not missing a beat, she took aim, and steadied herself, firing three times, and feeling confident that at least two of the shots hit their mark. She didn't lower her pistol, but waited for his reaction, or for something else to happen.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus fell to the ground as two shots embedded themselves in his side and fell out of sight. A thud is heard on the other side, however, this is partly a ruse as he noiselessly slinks into the shadows and waits for his attacks to come inspect the place they saw him fall.

Markus had taken four shots now, and he wouldn't be able to withstand much more. He'd probably need to return to genetech in order to recover from this.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday is incredibly pleased when she sees Markus fall to the ground. Keeping her pistol pointed to where she'd seen him fall she cautiously makes her way over there, moving through the crates, and stepping on a spider as she does so.

She doesn't see Markus anywhere. She swears under her breath, and stomps her foot angrily. She turns on the spot, looking for any sign of movement.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus steps out from behind a crate near Tuesday. He doesn't twirl his blades in his usual manner, instead he draws the long end back mechanically, preparing to thrust it forward with a stab...

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei yells when he sees Markus step out near Tuesday and aims the rifle.

"Get down!" He shouts at Tuesday and fires the rifle close to five times at the assassin's torso.