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The first team had been inserted successfully, working their way into a position to observe the target building and start their assigned tasks. Their target building was a big ugly block of concrete. Most of the windows had been taped over with newspapers and other pieces of paper, othershad been boarded up completely. The neighboring buildings had about 60 feet distance to this oneand looked exactly the same, save for smaller details like the chain link fence with the company logo that was still in place, clinking while it moved with the occasional gust of wind, the satellte dish on the roof or th big antenna next to it.

They could see a man in dark clothes next to the main entrance. He was looking rather bored and tried to not call too much attention to his presence, but the glimming cigarette gave him away pretty easily. The facade was brick, it would be a challenge to climb, but not impossible with the correct equipment and a bit of experience. A few spots had caught Clarices attention already on the building layout, like the staircases, which had small windows that would be easy to avoid or a few morehidden corners in the angles of the buildings sides. The only obstacle was the 'guard'. And the cameras on the four corners of the buildings roof, slowly moving their focus over the perimeter.
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Good thing about Potence? And having enough of it? Was that there wasn't really any need to kick the door in, as the Brujah simply snapped the lock using but a hand on the doorknob and a light encouraging nudge of her shoulder to the door itself, causing it to give in without swinging open.

"Be careful alright?" the low whisper was directed at the both of them as Lucy stepped away from the door, drawing her 9mm from it's holster and flicking off the safety. "I got a feeling..." she just couldn't put her finger on what exactly that feeling was. But, in a situation like this she wasn't going to write it off as paranoia.

"Someone might be watching..."
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The lock was an older model as Clarice found, nothing that her lockpicks wouldn't be able to handle. She didn't hear any noises from inside, just a low buzzing sound, barely audible even for her, but existant and slightly unnerving after a while. For a moment she thought she had heard another sound, like a BB gun, just not as loud and pronounced. Lucy was sure she had at least heard something, although she wasn't too sure what it had been.

Toran's virus brought the system down beautifully and swiftly. On his sign, Lucy moved and opened the lock. All they had to do was pull the door open and they were greeted by a flight of stairs leading down to the third floor. It was dark in there, the only light shinging in from the moon and city lightings behind their backs.
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Toran nodded and looked down the stairs. It would make sense for the one of them who could go invisible to scout ahead so he looked at Clarice and nodded his head towards the stairs. Then he sent out a general message to all the teams over his blue-tooth.

"Cameras are down. They can't see you anyone, speed would be good."

Because generally security types didn't react well to their entire camera system going down, since it was normally a sign of Bad Things. Still the big man would move down the stairs as fast as he could, drawing the shotgun off his shoulder and bringing it up to his shoulder. At least recoil wasn't going to be a problem.

Time to go see what Blackwood had going on in his little fun house.
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The staircase didn't look encouraging, it felt like going straight into the devil's throat. Total darkness can be remedied with flashlight, at huge price of being easy prey. That was no solution. She took her first steps inside, trying her best to keep the moves soundless. Her ears and hands were now making up for the eyes. She was using her fingertips to check how the walls are going, even that she could remember the building layout, more or less, it wasn't easy to navigate. And that popping sound, wherever it was coming from, she had to be very cautious

Several stairs and she was there, 3rd floor ahead. Door to her right, past them - elevator and laundry room. Before doing anything with the door itself, she took a short moment to check if there's anyone patrolling the corridor. No footsteps, no heavy breath, no doors opening or closing. Only an ambient sound which was reminding her of power generators, so commonly installed in housing estates. To her it seemed quite possible it was just a part of elevator or rooftop's electronic system. She tried to ignore it for a while and examine the door. The rope would yet wait for some neck to be crushed, for now it was resting wrapped around Clarice's chest. She kneeled for more comfy access to the lock and quickly picked it. Now she could move on. A little of orientation again and she was ensured where the elevator is. Laundry cubbyhole right in front, corridor access next in turn

Being unable to see the way ahead, she thought this hallway is endless. Plain walls, closed doors from time to time. After a while she lost count. She didn't remember how many rooms are there, she only knew there's another staircase awaiting on the other side
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The Sphinx drawn and the safety off, Lucy would watch their backs as they moved. She wasn't expecting having to actually shoot someone, but hey, a gun did wonders as far as intimidation went. So hopefully, maybe, they'd be able to get through it without having to turn the place into a scene out of Swordfish.
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Toran.... didn't really do stealth. He wasn't good at it. His boots thumped on the steps as he came down them. His shotgun was held at shoulder height and loaded, wherever his eyes went his gun pointed. He looked exactly like what he was. An armored intruder in biker leathers with a closed biker helmet descending into their building from the roof. Slipping around quietly just wasn't inside his normal skill set. Still, he was trying to avoid making TOO much noise.

He was glad he filled up the hallway at least. Lucy was behind him so it was far more likely that anyone who stuck their head out would see him first and not the smaller, more dangerous woman behind him. He'd consider it a mission accomplished if he ended up soaking a few bullets for Lucy. Course, he'd prefer to just shoot anyone who stuck their head out FIRST instead of letting them shoot him really.
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As they descended down the stairs, the lighting got worse and worse until the light was too weak to reach the place where they were. The sneaked through the corridor, being barely able to make out some of the shapes around them as they went.

clink !

The sound was low, but it was clear that something had been triggered. By whom ? Who knew ? Clarice heard something like a spark connecting and then suddenly there was light. Lots of very bright lights directly pointed at them, stabbing daggers of painful brightness into their eyes. While Clarice heard it louder and earlier, Lucy also noticed the sound of an arrow leaving a bow, just... changed by the fact that there was a lot more than just one arrow being released and coming their way. So while the helmet dampened the blinding effect at least a tiny bit, it also prevented him from hearing what was coming for them.
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Some steps behind, for a split second she thought it might be an ambush. But then she realized the rhytm and intensity match more or less Toran's clumsy moves. She kept listening, ignoring that particular sound

As she slowly stepped forward, her eyes were half closed. Useless in the dark, yet having them slightly open could be crucial if there was any spot of light. But even having them partly protected, she hissed and cowered. It was as bright as sunlight in her imagination, provoking escape instincts. Only willpower was letting her overcome them and stay fairly still. Before she could even get used to the lighting, there was something suspicious. Something like...slingshot? Crossbow? There wasn't any time to look for the source, she just fell flat, hitting the ground with dull sound. Self-preservation, that was important for now
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Sometimes, it sucks being a big clumsy guy. Like when a bunch of crossbows get fired at you and you're purposefully blocking the hallway to protect the woman you love behind you. But Toran didn't mind so much because the three quarrels that slammed into his body WEREN'T going to be able to hit Lucy, and that was pretty damned important to him. Another scraped off the side of his helmet and clattered off the wall.

He'd sewn kevlar and anti-stab fabric into the biker leathers he and Lucy were wearing, but stab proof and CROSSBOW proof were on a different scale. One bolt sunk into the thick meat of his left thigh with a deep thwack. The other two buried themselves in his stomach... which, all together they didn't actually do MUCH damage aside from hurting like a fucking son of a bitch. The one in his thigh though was a real pain, it would slow him down and increase the chances of him getting hit further, limiting his ability to dodge. He couldn't stop the deep snarl of rage from booming into his helmet at the pain, but at least he avoided broadcasting it over his blue-tooth.

He took one hand off his shotgun and shielded his eyes, trying to see WHAT just shot at him, with every intention of shooting it right back. He was more than strong enough to fire the shotgun offhand and hold his aim steady. Fortunately vampires don't bleed unless they want too. But the bolt in his thigh was going to tear up the muscle and possibly continue damaging his tendons and ligaments if he didn't pull it out, which was going to hurt. Setting his shotgun down he wrapped his fist around the crossbow bolt and yanked it out with a grunt of frustration.
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Covering their backs, Lucy was walking last, giving her a small measure of protection again the sudden light as well as the sudden welcoming hail of crossbow bolts. Although honestly, she could've done without both had it meant her lover had been able to get out of it undamaged.

She heard the sounds, she moved to drop, but even while doing so sheyried to reach for Toran. Though, too late, and out of reach, she heard the sound of bolts digging into flesh as his massive body took the hits that would've otherwise struck her.
So duck and cover turned to duck, roll and up into a kneeling position a couple of feet in front of the big guy. Pistol raised and finger on the trigger but fuck if she could see anything with the searing light in her eyes.
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Clarice quickly hit the deck, avoiding major damage, she felt a strong pull at her backpack as two bolts punched into it, but at least she hadn't been injured as such. The other projectiles made a distinct whistling sound as they whizzed over her head towards the others. She heard several impacts as Toran was hit several times and one of the bolts ricocheted off somewhere.

Toran grabbed the bolt and yanked it out as Lucy rolled past him and took up a kneeling position a few feet in front of him. At least he suspected it was Lucy, the light was still shining directly into their eyes. What he did't suspect but could make out by how the removal hurt was that the bolts' heads had bee eqipeed with barbs.

Then whoever was at the end of that corridor fired again and two dozen bolts were released, the lowest at ankle height, the highest a foot below the ceiling, the rest scattered in between. Propelled forwards, they made their way towards the group, their oly target to hit and injure those in their path.
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The bolts tore a huge hole in her backpack, various tools and spare magazines were hitting the ground with metallic sound. Several stakes were scattered around her, as if they were asking to be used soon. Still lying on her belly, she took the backpack off, having a quick look at it, then furiously threw it aside
For fuck's sake, it was still new!

It seemed reasonable to throw her emergency kit behind, she didn't want the precious blood bag damaged right now. It slided on the ground, somewhere behind Toran, she didn't look where exactly. She readied her weapons, willing to mutilate anyone who dared destroy her property. Pistol in right hand, hammer in left. She was ready to crawl forward, the distance was no greater than 15 meters. But then she heard another wave coming, in reponse she quickly curled up and covered her head. One bolt stuck in her right shoulder, she almost bit her lip off. Moving this arm was extremely painful, it turned out bolts were a lot worse than bullets. Clarice focused on holding the beast back, but for Chris it asked for more radical response. With undamaged left hand he grabbed the pistol and unloaded entire clip (17 bullets), aiming for the source of light. He was never as precise as Clarice but then, would it even matter if they couldn't see the target?
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The two bolts that thumped into Toran's chest really... really... annoyed him. They also drained him of some of his precious blood and would slow him down as he moved. And really, 5 arrows was a bit much when you thought about it. Burning a bit more of that precious blood he broad the tactical shotgun up to his shoulder and using the small amount of celerity he had already mastered he fired, cocked and fired again, sending two clouds of slim bladed flechettes exploding down the corridor in the direction of the lights.

He'd seen where Lucy had rolled since she was a shadow moving against the lights but he could only hope that Clarice had dropped when the arrows started flying. Still he aimed a bit high, knowing the cloud would spread in a cone of razor edged little blades. He'd rather have had Emily's three-in-one rounds for their greater tightness while traveling but unfortunately the rounds hadn't arrived yet. At least these would open some pretty nasty bleeding wounds in whatever they hit.

At least they might break the damned lights.
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Clarice was right, a bolt was much worse that a bullet... A bullet did only so much when lodged in a body but a two feet bolt with a barbed tip that had entered her body and only had a quarter of his length sticking out her shoulder was painful and also encumbering as hell. Chris unloaded the pistol into the general direction of the lights.

Toran also fired at the lights and whatever was at the end of the corridor. He aimed high, but Chris could still feel some small fragments fly over his head, close enough to mess with the hair a bit, but not actually hitting him in the sense of cutting him open or breaking his skin.

Lucy was the middle man now, so to speak and opened up as well. She was hit by several of the thick missiles, but remained in her position, focusing on the lights, or better, the geeral direction of the lights.

Unloading their guns at the direction of the enemy would at least make some decent covering fire, but they noticed the lights were ebbing off, even if they couldn't really hear the galss of the lights break. When they ran dry or stopped firing, they were back in the dark, surrounded by a number of quickly cooling brass cartridges.
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The lights were out, peaceful silence filled the air, at least for a now. Clarice was lying flat with her arms spread in a cross pattern. It was good time to get rid of that nasty bolt and heal the wound. She knew it's not gonna be as easy as removing bullets and shards of glass. She reached to the bolt over her head and grabbed the bolt. The approach would be simple: fast and merciless. It seemed slightly better than pulling it out in sluggish tempo. With shaking hand she torn in away, letting herself and the beast growl in pain. Moist tissue and bone shards splattered on her face and the floor. With lifeless move, she wiped it off her face using a sleeve of her ruined now jacket. She wanted to know what kind of bolt could cause such disaster. Her fingers found something like a fragment of barbed wire, covered in her own cold flesh

Ни хуя себе...
[What the hell...]

Recovering from initial shock, she finally started healing the wound, closing it from from the depth and rebuilding damaged bones. Less surface burning was a huge relief, even that her blood supply was depleted. Fixing the skin wasn't very important, she needed only her joint to be fully functional again
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Toran had taken five hits total, though only the one in his leg would really slow him down. Still it wouldn't slow him down much. He reached into his bag and pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around his thigh. It would create a tight seal and prevent anything from getting in and when dealing with a place that had infectious diseases that was what truly concerned him. He also drew out a pair of wire clippers out and snipped off the bolts as flush to his skin as he could. His body would eject the arrowheads when he died for the day, assuming he lived that long. Until then he'd just deal with the pain.

His voice was soft as he asked Lucy if she was alright and moved beside her. He carefully looked her over to ensure she wasn't hurt to badly and tended to her injuries as best he could. He pulled a blood bag from his pack, one of the last two he had from Mac and passed it to her so she could heal her injury. Standing over her while she drank it. Reloading his shotgun as he did so.

Then he moved forward to once more protect her as they traveled forward into the darkness.
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One clip down, she ejected it, replaced it with a new one and racked the slide to chamber a bullet because the Hell she was going without a loaded weapon past this point.

When Toran asked her if she was alright, the blonde hand nodded, and that despite the bolt sticking out through her side and the two buried in her shoulder and her thigh. Her muscle mass being a fair bit less than his, some of the bolts had gone deep enough to make it more sensible to push them through rather than pull them out.

Sure, she tried to tell him the blood was unnecessary, she'd gone in fully loaded both with ammo and blood,but she knew better than to argue too. And so she downed the blood and healed her injuries as best she could.
"We need to pick up our pace. Whatever or whoever the fuck's here knows we're here too and with that many rounds fired, unless the place is sound proof, we're going to have company come in shortly..." they were probably already aware but she voiced her thoughts anyway as she looked over at Clarice before turning her gaze to Toran. One hand quickly reaching out to touch its fingers to his cheek in a gesture of reassurance.

"We're past stealth... Anything show sup at this point, we put it down" they could ask questions later, but she for one wasn't very keen on negotiating with anyone carrying fucking crossbows.
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The lights went out and they were in complete darkness again. Before the lights went out, they got a short glimpse of what looked like two dozen crossbows mounted in a sort of rack, pointing into their direction. Hadn't there been some kind of movement behind that rack ? It got dark too fast to be sure. Silence was back too, the only thing they could hear were the noises they made themselves.
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Toran strode forward, his shotgun reloaded, he grunted and upended the rack with a snarl. He kept the shotgun aimed before him as he moved down the corridor, turning on the flashlight mounted on the other end of the muzzle. It was clear they knew he was here so he wanted every chance to see them coming he could get. Maybe next time his speed would allow him to dodge the next ambush.

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-Shall we intervene?
-No, this is getting... (with allure) Interesting...


Still feeling a bit dizzy, Clarice finally got up. She had to retrieve her equipment, weak light coming from Toran's direction was helping a little. Her backpack was almost useless now. Only one minor pocket avoided damage and it couldn't contain more than a few tools, she had no more place for stakes now. A roll of duct tape couldn't fit inside anymore, so she worn it like a bangle. She moved back to find the emergency kit, everything was intact. While this bag was almost full, she could still put her 3 spare clips in there. On the way to Lucy and Toran, it reminded her about the need to reload. 51 bullets left, probably it would be enough. Since they were in the dark again, her pistol returned to its holster, she was wielding her dagger and hammer now. Sticking to the wall, she moved ahead, ready to murder anything on their way. Or at least to try to
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