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The Shaman
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----------[WATERGATE PART II: BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA]----------
'F': We'll go pick up our tools ASAP, and then hang out in the sewers until the signal is given.
** 'A' claps his hands twice, "We good?"
'F': 'A', You going to signal us?
'A': I'll call you.
'E': Sounds good to me, let's get ready, get to the spot and wait for the signal.
...
'T': Clothes smell like dirt.
** 'T' pulls a face.
'F': They're going to smell like shit soon.
'T': I know...
'F': Did the guy say the guns were placed?
'T': Yeah, dummy. In a dumpster behind the apartments.
'F': You have a mask ready?
'F': I don't want to get there and you've forgotten something.
'T': Uh-huh.
'F': Okay.
'F': This is serious, 'T'.
'F': No dicking around.
** 'T' scoffs.
'T': Do you think I'm not taking this seriously?
'L': Everyone good to go? Let's get to the car.
'E' We all are, now, let's move.
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'T' [WHISPER] Can we go over it one more time?
'T' [WHISPER] Just—to be triple-sure.
'E' [WHISPER] Fine.
'F' [WHISPER] Yep. Up the window washing platform, to the roof. We'll enter the building. Security guard room is to the left as soon as we come out of the elevators. There will be cameras on that same floor, and [the] computer. We'll dodge the cameras, 'T' will reset the code, we'll go into the security room, neutralize him. Then we go through and grab everything that's not nailed down, especially the servre, and then plant the bugs.
'T': [WHISPER] On the sixth /and/ seventh floors, right?
'F': [WHISPER] Yep.
'E' [WHISPER] Regarding neutralizing, should we stick him up or go directly for a few hits to the head?
'E' [WHISPER] He's a rent-a-cop, not gonna give his life for some shitty servers.
'E' [WHISPER] Figure two guns to the back is enough.
'F' [WHISPER] We might have to improvise. But he'll be close to the panic button. I'd be scared he wouldn't panic if we stuck him up and immediately smack it.
'F' [WHISPER] May be better to smash the shit out of him first, then stick him up if he's still awake.
'E' [WHISPER] We can do the trash-bag technique.
'E' [WHISPER] In the can, I saw an inmate get chocked out in 20-..30 secs by a guy only using a trash-bag from a bin.
'E': They stopped using plastics bags after that.
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'F': So, 'E'. Is this place as good as, or better than your prison cell?
'E': ...honestly? More room.
'F' Sounds like "better" to me.
'E': It smells similar.
'F': I imagine it's more moist, though.
'T': Blegh.
'E': There are some days where I can't even remember how the place looked like.
'F': I bet you're the happiest in those moments.
'E': Bizarre, for staring 10 years into the same wall, I already forgot about it.
'E': Nah..
'E': I missed being out doing anything.
'E': Nothing kills me faster than boredom.
'T': Probably spent more time in your head than actually /being/ there, you know?
'T': That's why you don't remember it.
'E': Between getting drunk, high, or jacking off, I'd say atleast 40% of my time served was in some degree of unconciousness.
'E': Only thing I remember is reading books, really.
'F': Usually if it's too exciting that's a bad thing. Only exciting thing in there is people beating and stabbing the fuck outta' each other.
'E': Not exciting at all.
'E': Even less when /you/ do it.
'E': You kinda wish they just let you out.
'E': But if you go in, and you don't talk, you have to rep inside too.
** 'E' turned to 'T', "That's why you run, you wouldn't last."
'T': I know I wouldn't.
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'F': I think we might be on. Waiting for confirmation.
** 'F' eyes the phone, standing up.
'T': Finally...
** 'E' stood straight, letting out a sigh and cracking his knuckles.
'F': Let's do this. Save the masks.
'E': Hit it.
'T' [WHISPER] Can we go over it one more time?
'T' [WHISPER] Just—to be triple-sure.
'E' [WHISPER] Fine.
'F' [WHISPER] Yep. Up the window washing platform, to the roof. We'll enter the building. Security guard room is to the left as soon as we come out of the elevators. There will be cameras on that same floor, and [the] computer. We'll dodge the cameras, 'T' will reset the code, we'll go into the security room, neutralize him. Then we go through and grab everything that's not nailed down, especially the servre, and then plant the bugs.
'T': [WHISPER] On the sixth /and/ seventh floors, right?
'F': [WHISPER] Yep.
'E' [WHISPER] Regarding neutralizing, should we stick him up or go directly for a few hits to the head?
'E' [WHISPER] He's a rent-a-cop, not gonna give his life for some shitty servers.
'E' [WHISPER] Figure two guns to the back is enough.
'F' [WHISPER] We might have to improvise. But he'll be close to the panic button. I'd be scared he wouldn't panic if we stuck him up and immediately smack it.
'F' [WHISPER] May be better to smash the shit out of him first, then stick him up if he's still awake.
'E' [WHISPER] We can do the trash-bag technique.
'E' [WHISPER] In the can, I saw an inmate get chocked out in 20-..30 secs by a guy only using a trash-bag from a bin.
'E': They stopped using plastics bags after that.
...
'F': So, 'E'. Is this place as good as, or better than your prison cell?
'E': ...honestly? More room.
'F' Sounds like "better" to me.
'E': It smells similar.
'F': I imagine it's more moist, though.
'T': Blegh.
'E': There are some days where I can't even remember how the place looked like.
'F': I bet you're the happiest in those moments.
'E': Bizarre, for staring 10 years into the same wall, I already forgot about it.
'E': Nah..
'E': I missed being out doing anything.
'E': Nothing kills me faster than boredom.
'T': Probably spent more time in your head than actually /being/ there, you know?
'T': That's why you don't remember it.
'E': Between getting drunk, high, or jacking off, I'd say atleast 40% of my time served was in some degree of unconciousness.
'E': Only thing I remember is reading books, really.
'F': Usually if it's too exciting that's a bad thing. Only exciting thing in there is people beating and stabbing the fuck outta' each other.
'E': Not exciting at all.
'E': Even less when /you/ do it.
'E': You kinda wish they just let you out.
'E': But if you go in, and you don't talk, you have to rep inside too.
** 'E' turned to 'T', "That's why you run, you wouldn't last."
'T': I know I wouldn't.
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'F': I think we might be on. Waiting for confirmation.
** 'F' eyes the phone, standing up.
'T': Finally...
** 'E' stood straight, letting out a sigh and cracking his knuckles.
'F': Let's do this. Save the masks.
'E': Hit it.
** The platform from up the skyline issues a horrendously chilly breeze. The lack of railing causes the platform to sway from side to side, dangerously veering towards the glass. **
'F': [WHISPER] F-fuck.
**'F' grabs the bars as they get higher and higher.
** 'T' shivers, even with the gloves, coveralls, and balaclava.
** 'E' held himself to the bars of the elevator, almost stumbling, "Fucking machine.."
'F': [WHISPER] Don't -- Don't fucking look down.
** 'T' latches onto a bar by his shoulder.
** The winch high above creaks, and then abruptly grinds as the sound of shearing metal assails the ears. It suddenly stops, just a few meters from the top floor. **
'T': [WHISPER] Don't tell me—
'E': [WHISPER] For fuck sakes..
'F': [WHISPER] Mother fuck, no, no!
'T': [WHISPER] D-Did it...
'T': [WHISPER] Did it break?!
** 'F' mashes the 'up' controls, then the 'down' controls, and then 'up' again, trying to get the machine to cooperate and finish the ascent.
'F': [WHISPER] F-fuck.
**'F' grabs the bars as they get higher and higher.
** 'T' shivers, even with the gloves, coveralls, and balaclava.
** 'E' held himself to the bars of the elevator, almost stumbling, "Fucking machine.."
'F': [WHISPER] Don't -- Don't fucking look down.
** 'T' latches onto a bar by his shoulder.
** The winch high above creaks, and then abruptly grinds as the sound of shearing metal assails the ears. It suddenly stops, just a few meters from the top floor. **
'T': [WHISPER] Don't tell me—
'E': [WHISPER] For fuck sakes..
'F': [WHISPER] Mother fuck, no, no!
'T': [WHISPER] D-Did it...
'T': [WHISPER] Did it break?!
** 'F' mashes the 'up' controls, then the 'down' controls, and then 'up' again, trying to get the machine to cooperate and finish the ascent.
'E': [WHISPER] Might be the weight! Find an open window...somewhere where I can drop off!
** A man would walk out of his van in a dirty hoodie from outside, rushing into the building with a bottle lit aflame. **
'T': [WHISPER] God—/damn/ it...
'T': [WHISPER] Okay. E, can you...
'T': [WHISPER] You think you can get in there?
'F': [WHISPER] I-- Fucking, will breaking the window set off the alarm?
'E': [WHISPER] Yeah, we can't break anything, we have to find an open one.
'F': [WHISPER] Can these windows even open?
'E': [WHISPER] Don't know..
'T': [WHISPER] I don't know, but the longer we're here, the worse off we are.
'T': [WHISPER] Just—try /something/.
** The latch at the bottom of the window closest says yes. The elevator continues to descend as they debate. **
** 'F' aims to try and find somewhere the window can be opened -- a lever to pull. He finds it.
'T': [WHISPER] Okay—go, go!
'E': [WHISPER] Fuck it, go!
** 'F' pops it open, ushering E through.
** As soon as one of them enter, the light is blinding, as is the camera in the corner of the room, blinking red. **
...
** All at once, the cameras go offline, and a rush of footsteps arrive just beyond the door outside. Shouts of, 'FIRE! FIRE!' And a blaring alarm sound throughout the building. **
** Fire Alarms blare inside the World Corp. building! **
'F': [WHISPER] OH SHIT.
'T': [WHISPER] Fuck, fuck, fuck!
'F': [WHISPER] MOVE.
....
** Vanessa Hayworth is faced away from them, busy on the phone pacing back and forth
'E': [WHISPER] Rush her!
** 'F' makes his way in, quickly.
Vanessa Hayworth: So I'm stuck at the top floor of the biggest plane target in Southside?!
** 'E' follows through, the group rushes into the room, guns out
(Vanessa Hayworth) ** Almost oblivious, she paces further forward, unaware of the individual behind her. She's on the phone. **
Vanessa Hayworth: God-dammit..
'F': [WHISPER] The phone.
'F': [WHISPER] We have to be careful.
Vanessa Hayworth: [YELL] Yeah, screw you too. Just leave me stuck here waiting to get hit by some truther.
** 'F' follows her, quietly, ready to pounce. He eyes the phone, hoping she'd hang up.
** Vanessa Hayworth angrily tosses her phone on the table, huffing.
** 'E' sneaked behind F, allowing him to take point, watching carefully the movements of the woman
Vanessa Hayworth: Dicks.
** 'F' rushes forward, aiming to bend her over the table in a harsh shove, and plant the gun to her head. "FREEZE."
Vanessa Hayworth: Wo-
[L] ** Vanessa Hayworth gets faceplanted against the table, the barrel of a gun pressed against her scalp
('E') ** The sounds of clicking of another gun can be heard by the entrance, click-clack. **
'E': Don't make a noise..
'F': Just be calm.
'F': We aren't here to hurt you. You the security guard?
Vanessa Hayworth: W-wh- no, I'm just an intern!
'F': Fuck!
** A man would walk out of his van in a dirty hoodie from outside, rushing into the building with a bottle lit aflame. **
'T': [WHISPER] God—/damn/ it...
'T': [WHISPER] Okay. E, can you...
'T': [WHISPER] You think you can get in there?
'F': [WHISPER] I-- Fucking, will breaking the window set off the alarm?
'E': [WHISPER] Yeah, we can't break anything, we have to find an open one.
'F': [WHISPER] Can these windows even open?
'E': [WHISPER] Don't know..
'T': [WHISPER] I don't know, but the longer we're here, the worse off we are.
'T': [WHISPER] Just—try /something/.
** The latch at the bottom of the window closest says yes. The elevator continues to descend as they debate. **
** 'F' aims to try and find somewhere the window can be opened -- a lever to pull. He finds it.
'T': [WHISPER] Okay—go, go!
'E': [WHISPER] Fuck it, go!
** 'F' pops it open, ushering E through.
** As soon as one of them enter, the light is blinding, as is the camera in the corner of the room, blinking red. **
...
** All at once, the cameras go offline, and a rush of footsteps arrive just beyond the door outside. Shouts of, 'FIRE! FIRE!' And a blaring alarm sound throughout the building. **
** Fire Alarms blare inside the World Corp. building! **
'F': [WHISPER] OH SHIT.
'T': [WHISPER] Fuck, fuck, fuck!
'F': [WHISPER] MOVE.
....
** Vanessa Hayworth is faced away from them, busy on the phone pacing back and forth
'E': [WHISPER] Rush her!
** 'F' makes his way in, quickly.
Vanessa Hayworth: So I'm stuck at the top floor of the biggest plane target in Southside?!
** 'E' follows through, the group rushes into the room, guns out
(Vanessa Hayworth) ** Almost oblivious, she paces further forward, unaware of the individual behind her. She's on the phone. **
Vanessa Hayworth: God-dammit..
'F': [WHISPER] The phone.
'F': [WHISPER] We have to be careful.
Vanessa Hayworth: [YELL] Yeah, screw you too. Just leave me stuck here waiting to get hit by some truther.
** 'F' follows her, quietly, ready to pounce. He eyes the phone, hoping she'd hang up.
** Vanessa Hayworth angrily tosses her phone on the table, huffing.
** 'E' sneaked behind F, allowing him to take point, watching carefully the movements of the woman
Vanessa Hayworth: Dicks.
** 'F' rushes forward, aiming to bend her over the table in a harsh shove, and plant the gun to her head. "FREEZE."
Vanessa Hayworth: Wo-
[L] ** Vanessa Hayworth gets faceplanted against the table, the barrel of a gun pressed against her scalp
('E') ** The sounds of clicking of another gun can be heard by the entrance, click-clack. **
'E': Don't make a noise..
'F': Just be calm.
'F': We aren't here to hurt you. You the security guard?
Vanessa Hayworth: W-wh- no, I'm just an intern!
'F': Fuck!
'F': What's your name?
** Vanessa Hayworth is reluctant to answer, "I'm just doing my job," she stammers, "Please."
'F': I know, we aren't here for you. Just -- come on.
** 'F' goes to pull her off the table, half carrrying, half-dragging her to the other room.
Vanessa Hayworth: N-Nessa..
'F': Nessa. I'm Tony, okay? Now we're friends.
...
'E': Nope, time's short, security room next.
'T': We got what we need.
'F': Is the security room...
'F': Yep.
Matthew McKinney: Fuck me sideways-
'F': [WHISPER] Quiet.
Matthew McKinney: The elevator's screwed.
[L]** Inside, a frantic older voice argues on a phone. The pace is from side to side, getting louder, then quieter, then louder again. **
'E': [WHISPER] I'll input the code, 1982, right?
'T': [WHISPER] One-nine-eight-two.
** The door swings open and a trio of masked individuals rush in. The guard is standing, with his hand on a phone, viciously arguing. **
[L] ** Matthew McKinney suddenly drops the phone, nearly toppling over the desk as the group burst in
Matthew McKinney: Jesus-!
'T': GET HIM ON THE GROUND!
** 'F' goes to give the guard a whack upside the head with the wrench, aiming to daze him, if not knock him out fully.
** 'E' rushed behind F to assist on the takedown, going for a kick right in the center-mass, aiming for the stomach, as to leave him breathless and stunned.
(Matthew McKinney) ** F strikes true, smacking Matt enough to give him a mean concussion, knocking the hat off his greying head to the ground. A thin trickle of blood follows, then exacerbated by the kicking and stomping **
[L] ** 'T' speeds in behind the two armed assailants.
'T': Okay, OKAY! He's down, enough!
(Matthew McKinney) ** The guard's gun slides out of the holster in the process. **
** 'F' wastes no time in dropping downwards, trying to roll him over and hold him down for a tie-job. Arms behind the back, aiming to tie them first, followed up by the ankles.
'F': Just cooperate old timer, and you'll be fine!
** Just by the guard's head, a panic button is visible just under the desk. The monitors are frozen, fried by the water of the running fire suppression system in the lobby. **
** Matthew McKinney does little but cough and splutter, blindsided and half-concussed. The only thing he really does is try and swing his leg out, kicking at the underside of the desk
** The phone swings from side to side, discarded. The voice on the other side is shouting backwards. **
** 'F' stops trying to tie up Matthew, instead yanking him back away from the desk. He's noticed the button finally.
'F': [WHISPER] STOMP THE FUCKING PHONE, T.
** 'T' brings a bootheel onto the phone screen. CrRACK!
[L](Matthew McKinney) ** The tip of the guard's bootheel just /barely/ grazes against the panic button. Oh dear. **
** All at once, the DNC HQ's (World Corp) lobby, from the very top to the bottom erupts into a fiery chorus of alarms. Dispatch receives an immediate call from an automated security system. **
'F': [YELL] FUCK.
'T': SHIT!
'F': [YELL] YOU OLD FUCK, I SHOULD SPLATTER YOUR FUCKING BRAINS RIGHT HERE.
'E': [YELL] Right, we gotta move!
'E': [YELL] Leave it F!
** 'T' barrels into F, slamming him toward the open door.
** 'F' throws a punch into McKinney's gut, before being knocked off by T. He stumbles tot he left, making for the door.
...
[L] ** Luna Rossi makes direct eye contact with one of the group. Or, at least, through their goggles.
[L] ** 'T' stiffens.
[L](Ofc. Seth Redding) ** "Every single time--" Seth stops as he crosses into the middle of the hallway and looks over. He freezes, blinking at the three, his hands loose at his sides. **
** 'E' inmediately, aimed his gun at the two officers, opening fire undiscriminately, they HAD to duck for cover or risk getting hit!
'E': [YELL] Fucking cops!
[L] ** 'T''s arms flail. She whirls, tailing after the first masked assailant.
'T': [YELL] FUCKFUCKFUCK!
[L] ** Luna Rossi turns from Seth to the group. She blinks, loudly saying "Oh." She tries to grab him by the shoulder and push him over into cover as shots rail down.
'F': [YELL] RAPPELS IN THE BAGS, DOUBLE TIME.
[L](Ofc. Seth Redding) ** "I--" Seth is shoved across the hallway the rest of the way, falling to the floor and scrambling behind the wall. His hand clambers for his radio as he yells. **
** A series of gunshots erupt from one of the many floors of the DNC HQ (World Corp Building). Glass is shattered out one end of the floors as shouting erupts. **
[L] ** 'T' rummages through the duffel, hoisting on a harness.
** 'E' rummaged around his dufflebag, taking out the rappel kit and quickly mounting it up
** 'F' raises his pistol, blasting open the window.
[G]('F') ** Another two gunshots echo from the World Corp/DNC building. Glass rains down. **
'T': Oohh, /fuck/—
** 'T' startles, shoulders jumping.
[G] ** Luna Rossi begins to fire on the gang as they position towards the windows. She wouldn't fire directly at them, but instead, would attempt to fire through some of the office materials. It keeps her concealed, though she was equally susceptible to being shot herself.
[G](Ofc. Seth Redding) ** Seth kept his back pressed to the wall, as Luna yells something about cover--he himself comes out--swapping with her to continue firing blindly at where he thinks the gang is. POP--POP--POP. **
[G]('F') ** A figure descends the front of the building. **
[L] ** 'T' rakes the blinds. Her head swivels from the platform above, then to the space below. Following the first assailant's motions, she hooks on—and /leaps/.
[G]('T') ** A second figure descends the front of the building seconds later. **
'E': [YELL] Yahooaah!
[L] ** Gunshots tear through paper, shelves, computers as rounds chase after the crew. Writing utensils go awry as the trio descend from the side of the skyscraper. **
'F': [YELL] MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!
'E': [YELL] Keep pulling it down! Go go go!
'T': [YELL] AAAAAHHH!
'E': [YELL] Fuck fuck!
('A') ** A group of three masked individuals, chased by gunshots, descend from the sixth floor in a haze of powder and shattered glass. They ride a window washing platform down, dropping right on top of a parked van. **
'F': [YELL] NOTHING CAN BE FUCKING SIMPLE.
'F': [YELL] FUCKING PLANS.
('A') ** A bright soccer mom SUV pulls out from the alleyway, followed by tiremarks as it shoots out, full throttle into the streets of New York. **
[G] ** Luna Rossi aims her sidearm at the group. She scurries to cover behind the ambulance, firing off some shots towards the van.
** 'E' coughed loudly, almost having a coughing fit, he was out of breath, holding his head down.
'E': I--icant..
** 'T' hunches forward, chest heaving. She buries her head between her knees.
'T': Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up...
'E': God..
'F': [YELL] WOOOOO!
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