Operation: Apalachin - Log 7
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xp_logsKevin and Wanda start their assault on Hammerhead's base.
Jubilee and Natasha would be starting their attack right now, Kevin thought, checking his watch, He was perched at the top of a parking garage, five stories up with a clear sightline of the neighbourhood. It was, without a doubt, his favourite type of place to pick a fight from. He unpacked his rifle with care. Not the Barrett 50 Cal so beloved of Hollywood. An excellent weapon when you needed to shoot through an engine block or frankly a school, it had limitations at the range Kevin planned to work from. Instead, it was a McMillan TAC-50, all matte black and as sexy as a car wreck. This was a weapon meant to do nothing else but kill people from a long way away.
"Maximoff, you got eyes on the entrance yet? I'm not seeing any alarms from the guards yet." His eyes shifted, mimicking the zoom of decent binoculars as he looked out over the city streets.
From her position, hidden in the shadows, Wanda did have eyes on the entrance. Unlike Kevin, she had no obvious weapon but one rarely needed to bring one when they were the weapon. "Currently all clear," she confirmed, "but that is about to change."
She watched as the chaos lines shifted slowly at first, almost normal, but as the seconds passed, the lines twitched and moved.
"And here we go..."
The sound of the alarm cut was bracing as the door was kicked open. Men flooded into the grounds of the scrapyard, searching for the point of the attack.
"Nicely done." Kevin muttered into the mic, bracing the rifle against the concrete edge of the parking complex. He took a deep breath he didn't really need and sighted along the scope. "And, on his ample forehead... aiming full." He let out the breath as the rifle barked and a man went down in a heap. Kevin worked the bolt, loading a new round. "The deadly stroke, descending." A second shot, this one nearly decapitating the man, leaving his head split in two. "pierc'd the skull."
Some of the men were looking around, trying to take cover and fire in the direction of the shots, But Kevin was a kilometre away; a lethal speck in the distance. "...and Down drops the beast," Another shot, catching one of Hammerhead's men square in the chest and dropping him instantly. "nor needs a second wound," Kevin's voice was like a metronome, timing off a shot every ten seconds, each one lethal. "But sprawls in pangs of death," The man closest to Wanda's position snapped his head sideways as the bullet cleared through temple to temple. "and spurns the ground." Another man down, finally forcing the rest of Hammerhead's men into cover, seeking peeks over their shoulder and from behind concrete forms. Kevin tracked back and forth, sighting the underboss and lining him up carefully.
"In Dares' stead I offer this. Eryx, accept a nobler sacrifice;" The bullet passed through a small hole in the concrete, meant for the installation of piping and bisected the man's throat. "OK Maximoff. They are down and in cover. Rain fucking fire."
To himself, almost inaudible, he whispered to himself as he continued to watch the unfolding carnage. "Take the last gift my wither'd arms can yield: Thy gauntlets I resign, and here renounce the field."
There was something about hearing whispered lines from the Aeneid as men fell in a shower of blood before her. Her fury at North's capture had been simmering but as she stood to full height in the shadows, it ran through her, fueling the chaotic powers inside of her.
"Ask and ye shall receive."
The world was awash in red strings, outlining every possibility in front of her. Men huddling behind concrete stood out to her as if someone had shown a spotlight through the material. And it highlighted every. Single. Weak. Spot.
"Shoddy craftsmanship," she mused, as a section of ground suddenly collapsed, dropping men and weapons down into the deep hole. At the same time, a ton of sheet metal unexpectedly worn down by recent rain slid off the junk pile it was on - one man escaped being crushed, only to be taken down with a bullet to the face.
Wanda breathed in softly and on her breath out, four others dropped dead in their tracks, blood pouring out various orifices. And as she released the strings, sending them back into their natural positions or as close as she could, someone attempted to run back towards the door they'd come out of, only to receive a bolt of entropy to the back.
The woman fell, a decaying hole where her back used to be.
"I do love watching you work." Kevin said, tracking to his right and hitting a man running along the open area, trying to support his friends. The bullet hit him square in the stomach; a messy and painful death. "Drinks later?"
Wanda cast a critical eye over the field before her, one last look to make sure that between the two of them, they'd cleared everything and every one. Satisfied, she tilted her head in Kevin's direction, "That is music to my ears."
"Shit! Maximoff, down!" Kevin snapped. She hit the ground as two shots whined just over her head. Kevin fired, catching the shooter in the second story window in the chest. "Two more, upper windows!"
Not bothering to get up, she twisted to the right and rolled out of the way as another bullet bounced off the ground where she'd been laying. Red swirled around her as she moved and as dirt got in her mouth and eyes. Instinct guided her as she yanked on the strings nearest to the one shooter higher up and the sound of shattering glass and screams echoed out. "The other one," she said, spitting and cursing under her breath as she came up against a low wall, "is low but -" She studied the building with her powers. "- is in perfect position for a ricochet. It will absolutely hit if you shoot in 3, 2..."
"...1" Kevin couldn't see the shot, just a mote of pure scarlet that flashed in his sights as he fired. The armor piercing round caught the edge of the concrete just enough to deflect downwards. It hit the shooter in the middle of the chest, tumbling as it destroyed his heart and spine as it punched through the torso and exited out the back.
"OK, I don't have a lot of firsts left in life, but that's my first banked shot sniper kill." Kevin said quietly, scanning the windows for anyone else. "You clear on the ground?"
Pressing her powers as far as they could, it took her a few moments to answer but she finally responded. "All clear. Nothing around us left to shoot at us for quite a stretch of space."
"Hardy, the way is clear. We'll cover the rear." Kevin said, switching channels to send Felicia inside the building as they guarded against reinforcements. "So, what do you think? Clover Club?"
"That," Wanda said, dusting herself off, "sounds perfect." They were one more step to getting North out and she felt her shoulders start to relax. "Meet you at the rear entrance - last one there buys the first round."
Jubilee and Natasha would be starting their attack right now, Kevin thought, checking his watch, He was perched at the top of a parking garage, five stories up with a clear sightline of the neighbourhood. It was, without a doubt, his favourite type of place to pick a fight from. He unpacked his rifle with care. Not the Barrett 50 Cal so beloved of Hollywood. An excellent weapon when you needed to shoot through an engine block or frankly a school, it had limitations at the range Kevin planned to work from. Instead, it was a McMillan TAC-50, all matte black and as sexy as a car wreck. This was a weapon meant to do nothing else but kill people from a long way away.
"Maximoff, you got eyes on the entrance yet? I'm not seeing any alarms from the guards yet." His eyes shifted, mimicking the zoom of decent binoculars as he looked out over the city streets.
From her position, hidden in the shadows, Wanda did have eyes on the entrance. Unlike Kevin, she had no obvious weapon but one rarely needed to bring one when they were the weapon. "Currently all clear," she confirmed, "but that is about to change."
She watched as the chaos lines shifted slowly at first, almost normal, but as the seconds passed, the lines twitched and moved.
"And here we go..."
The sound of the alarm cut was bracing as the door was kicked open. Men flooded into the grounds of the scrapyard, searching for the point of the attack.
"Nicely done." Kevin muttered into the mic, bracing the rifle against the concrete edge of the parking complex. He took a deep breath he didn't really need and sighted along the scope. "And, on his ample forehead... aiming full." He let out the breath as the rifle barked and a man went down in a heap. Kevin worked the bolt, loading a new round. "The deadly stroke, descending." A second shot, this one nearly decapitating the man, leaving his head split in two. "pierc'd the skull."
Some of the men were looking around, trying to take cover and fire in the direction of the shots, But Kevin was a kilometre away; a lethal speck in the distance. "...and Down drops the beast," Another shot, catching one of Hammerhead's men square in the chest and dropping him instantly. "nor needs a second wound," Kevin's voice was like a metronome, timing off a shot every ten seconds, each one lethal. "But sprawls in pangs of death," The man closest to Wanda's position snapped his head sideways as the bullet cleared through temple to temple. "and spurns the ground." Another man down, finally forcing the rest of Hammerhead's men into cover, seeking peeks over their shoulder and from behind concrete forms. Kevin tracked back and forth, sighting the underboss and lining him up carefully.
"In Dares' stead I offer this. Eryx, accept a nobler sacrifice;" The bullet passed through a small hole in the concrete, meant for the installation of piping and bisected the man's throat. "OK Maximoff. They are down and in cover. Rain fucking fire."
To himself, almost inaudible, he whispered to himself as he continued to watch the unfolding carnage. "Take the last gift my wither'd arms can yield: Thy gauntlets I resign, and here renounce the field."
There was something about hearing whispered lines from the Aeneid as men fell in a shower of blood before her. Her fury at North's capture had been simmering but as she stood to full height in the shadows, it ran through her, fueling the chaotic powers inside of her.
"Ask and ye shall receive."
The world was awash in red strings, outlining every possibility in front of her. Men huddling behind concrete stood out to her as if someone had shown a spotlight through the material. And it highlighted every. Single. Weak. Spot.
"Shoddy craftsmanship," she mused, as a section of ground suddenly collapsed, dropping men and weapons down into the deep hole. At the same time, a ton of sheet metal unexpectedly worn down by recent rain slid off the junk pile it was on - one man escaped being crushed, only to be taken down with a bullet to the face.
Wanda breathed in softly and on her breath out, four others dropped dead in their tracks, blood pouring out various orifices. And as she released the strings, sending them back into their natural positions or as close as she could, someone attempted to run back towards the door they'd come out of, only to receive a bolt of entropy to the back.
The woman fell, a decaying hole where her back used to be.
"I do love watching you work." Kevin said, tracking to his right and hitting a man running along the open area, trying to support his friends. The bullet hit him square in the stomach; a messy and painful death. "Drinks later?"
Wanda cast a critical eye over the field before her, one last look to make sure that between the two of them, they'd cleared everything and every one. Satisfied, she tilted her head in Kevin's direction, "That is music to my ears."
"Shit! Maximoff, down!" Kevin snapped. She hit the ground as two shots whined just over her head. Kevin fired, catching the shooter in the second story window in the chest. "Two more, upper windows!"
Not bothering to get up, she twisted to the right and rolled out of the way as another bullet bounced off the ground where she'd been laying. Red swirled around her as she moved and as dirt got in her mouth and eyes. Instinct guided her as she yanked on the strings nearest to the one shooter higher up and the sound of shattering glass and screams echoed out. "The other one," she said, spitting and cursing under her breath as she came up against a low wall, "is low but -" She studied the building with her powers. "- is in perfect position for a ricochet. It will absolutely hit if you shoot in 3, 2..."
"...1" Kevin couldn't see the shot, just a mote of pure scarlet that flashed in his sights as he fired. The armor piercing round caught the edge of the concrete just enough to deflect downwards. It hit the shooter in the middle of the chest, tumbling as it destroyed his heart and spine as it punched through the torso and exited out the back.
"OK, I don't have a lot of firsts left in life, but that's my first banked shot sniper kill." Kevin said quietly, scanning the windows for anyone else. "You clear on the ground?"
Pressing her powers as far as they could, it took her a few moments to answer but she finally responded. "All clear. Nothing around us left to shoot at us for quite a stretch of space."
"Hardy, the way is clear. We'll cover the rear." Kevin said, switching channels to send Felicia inside the building as they guarded against reinforcements. "So, what do you think? Clover Club?"
"That," Wanda said, dusting herself off, "sounds perfect." They were one more step to getting North out and she felt her shoulders start to relax. "Meet you at the rear entrance - last one there buys the first round."
