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[ARCHIVED] - [Zippo Run] Act I: Scaling the walls [Team Sky]
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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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Toran was an incredibly stubborn man in life, undeath hadn't changed him. But that didn't prepare him for someone reaching into his brain and screwing around inside it to give him orders. On the other hand... the orders had been simplistic. So one of his big armored feet lashed out in a side kick aimed straight at where Clarice's stomach had been even as his finger pulled the trigger and sent a shotgun blast at Blackwood.

Granted the move threw off his aim and the barrel of his gun lowered from Gideon's head towards his chest as he tried to do two things at once. But it wasn't even, he twisted, looking for Clarice. The damned command resonating to demand that he put a concentrated effort into ATTACKING Clarice, which meant he had to find her.
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Fuck. Fuck again. Or as Lucy would phrase it...
"Dö ditt jävla pucko!" and while she couldn't flash any fancy Dominate powers, she could flash him a Dread Gaze that might just put the fear of God in him. Because while her first thought was to stop Toran, she couldn't focus on the big guy and the enemy at once. Although her words didn't mean anything to any of them and was likely drowned out by the earsplitting sound anyways which had left her ears ringing.

But what she would do? Was try to torpor the punk ass bastard by fuelling her celerity and simply going at him with what she had, drawing her knife, until she had to re-focus on the incoming enemies. Because as it was, she owuld trust Clarice to be able to hide. Or... she had to anyways.

Enemy down first. If she could.
Then? Then possibly try to take out Toran in order to stop him from going at Clarice.
Though time was sort of not on their side.
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Clarice vanished and hid. Thus she was the first to see the group rounding the corner. It was made up of five men dressed in black fatigues and black masks. They ran in formation, but she would certainly be able to grab one of the one's in the back as they passed her. She could absolutely try to drain him, but he was wearing a helmet with guards around the neck, so she'd have to manage that.

She ALSO saw, because she was tense and looking hard, the flickering shape of an obfuscated vampire behind them. His skin was black as pitch and he was carrying a shotgun. This had to be the guy who had shot her earlier. Unaware he was spotted, he paused near her, watching the other men engage.

The other men engaged by standing at the far end of the hall and firing flares at Toran and Lucy.

Toran's off-center shot still caught Blackwood half in the chest, and the man staggered back and slumped against the wall. He seemed about to rise, but then Lucy lay into him with her knife. With one eye and a useless arm, he had little ability to defend himself against the strong, fast woman. In minutes he slumped, apparently in torpor.

As Toran turned to chase after the vanished Clarice, he came face to face with four blindingly bright, smoldering motes of light hurtling towards him and Lucy. Flares weren't the most dangerous sorts of fires, made to signal rather than to hurt, but to a vampire they looked scary as hell.
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Trapped in a stairwell with a door propped against the upper reach of the stairs and partially blocking the exit, Toran was faced with two very conflicting reactions. The instinctual vampiric fear of fire exploded into his brain, and his blood bonded need to protect Lucy from everything streaked through the Brujah.

His brain snapped and he saw crimson. Behind his helmet's faceplate his fangs descended and the deep bass throbbing sound that came out of him could only be described as a throbbing ROAR. The 6'4 260 lbs Brujah lost himself in frenzy and exploded towards the five men in black. The shotgun spiraled through the air as the beast THREW it at the nearest man like a club. Arms spread the huge Brujah felt the air slow as his Celerity kicked in and he became a locomotive racing towards the security beings. The only thought in his brain to kick, maim and batter. To dive among them and use his huge size and potence to bounce bodies off walls.

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Clarice hooked the mortal's neck with her steel rope, pulling him down to the ground. Thanks to element of surprise she had a short moment to act before he tries to defend with any weapons he had. She sat on his chest and simultaneously bashed the helmet with hammer and slit inner side of the arm carrying a weapon, not only preventing movement but also opening brachial artery. It wasn't surgical precision but it was good enough. She only had to tear the sleeve a bit more to drink

Shortly before feeding she spotted that assassin. She was really confused. Take the revenge immediately or fall for the sweet smell of blood? The latter seemed a lot more attractive to the beast. During that short blood communion her perception was extremely narrowed, she wouldn't have noticed Toran's mighty roar. As ecstatic warmth was invigorating her body, she fought the beast to regain control and coolness of mind. A stealthy glance to make sure the assassin is still there
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Toran's thrown gun caught the foremost armed figure in the face. For a moment it send him stumbling back. Then a firm push from one of his fellows sent him stumbling forward, directly into Toran's path, colliding with the Brujah a few feet in front of the other men. As such, this man became the first focus of Toran's anger, for his beast did not care about the others as long as it had something to vent its rage on, and the Brujah tore into him and bit him savagely. The man screamed as bones broke. Toran's teeth had yet to find a place to pierce the Kevlar, but that was just a matter of time.

The other three men made ruthless use of their how their sacrifice acted as a focus and distraction for the enraged Kindred, backing up far enough away not to become targets. One pulled out a bottle and with a flick of his wrist sloshed the contents over Toran. Toran's beast did not register the smell of kerosene as a threat, or at least not more of one than the man he savaged. Another man took out a matchbox, and lit one.

As this happened, Clarice saw one of the four black-clad men backed far away from what was happening, towards her. She also saw the assassin move on, away from her, quickly past the armed group and Toran, to stand in the hallway between Toran and Lucy. Only Clarice could see him draw a sword, lick it, and raise it in anticipation of striking. Apparently, he assumed that Lucy would run to help Toran, and planned to ambush her with terrible violence when she did so.

Just as the man with the matchbox was lighting a match, Ronnie burst through the stairwell door beside him, into the midst of the remaining black armored men. George and Sawyer were close behind him.




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Toran began to lay into the black clad man thrown into him with fists, knees and his own great bulk. The grasping hands sought to rip him OUT of that covering which frustrated his fangs. The beast paid no attention to the smell of kerosene or good tactics. It had a victim in hand and didn't intend to stop until the sad screaming figure had ceased moving and warm blood could comfort it.
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Well, the assassin was right in assuming the Brujah would go to her Childe's aid. After all, she couldn't very well stand by and watch him get slaughtered now could she? And it wasn't as if she could see the assassin there as she dropped the torpored body of Blackwood and leapt towards Toran. The fear of the flames causing her Beast to scream in the back of her mind, but for the moment barely contained by her focus on her lover.
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Clarice wanted to warn Toran and Lucy but there was no way to do so. Even sprinting forward she would be stopped by remaining guards. Shooting wasn't an option, no clear line of sight. She could only hope they will manage to defend themselves

The nearest armored man would be her first victim. She dived forward, trying to undercut him. She wouldn't hesitate to smash his knees or slit the calves, just to break his neck seconds later
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Ronnie saw that Toran was fighting with someone. Very close to him was a guy with a matchbox who was lighting a match.

No, not more fire! Ronnie headed straight for that guy, trying to grab the man and to run away holding him, until they bumped against a wall together.
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George Henry Harris
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George entered the room and saw the scene there. After a short thought on it, he put the flare gun away, then focused on the third enemy next to the door.

Raising the entrenchment tool, he ran up to him and would try to kill that man, aiming for his neck.
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A chaotic melee broke out quickly.

Clarice dove towards the next opponent, the last one still bleeding and twitching on the floor. A hit on his knee rendered him crouched, but he snagged Clarice's hands as she went for his neck and tried to twist them. And he was strong enough to hold her in check, leaning towards her as he tried to disarm the malkavian.

Ronnie tackled the man with the match into a wall. He lost the matchbox and the match he was holding and they fell to the floor, the match extinguished b the fall but still glimming as it fell to the ground next to the puddle. The matchbox landed inside the kerosene, but posed no danger for now. As they bumped into the wall, Ronnie's opponent elbowed the Brujah in the face and aimed a kick against Ronnie's knee.

George's opponent reacted instinctively and deflected the blow. Surviving the initial attack, this left him with a long cut in his shoulder. With his other hand, he tore a flare from his belt and ignited it, thrusting the bright hot point that started to develop at the Brujah Primogen's face to ward him off and get some room for himself.

Lucy made her move to support Toran despite the flares, general confusion and other circumstances. Although she was busy wrestling her attacker/attackee, Clarice noted that the guy ambushing Lucy had lined himself up and raised the sword over his head, the metal covered with dark residue. As soon as Lucy leaped past him, he turned into the direction she was moving and brought the blade down on Lucy's upper back.

Toran made progress in getting his victim out of his protective clothing. It had not been made to endure the trauma it suffered and soon enough he had ripped a sufficient hole into the kevlar. The man himself was not in much of a position to fight back with several broken bones, but he tried to anyway, even if he didn't have much to counter a sufficiently angered Brujah.

Sawyer noticed that no one seemed to pay much attention to him. Thus able to move freely, he made a quick move and kicked the matchbox down the corridor, away from where it would be able to do the most damage. Then he looked around to see if anyone could use his help and moved accordingly.
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So much noise. So much chaos. Toran's beast was loose and the madness was infringing on any shred of restraint it might have left. The huge man bit like an animal down at the hole he'd made in the black clad figure's armor. It sought to feed, to repair the damage to it's large frame, fix the hole in it's leg, fix the holes in it's stomach, fix the bullet rattling around in it's lung. To do that, it required blood. Blood it felt it would soon get.

In the twisting struggle, by sheer chance one huge boot came down on the smoldering match and crushed it into the floor. The large Brujah wasn't even aware of how close he had come to becoming a torch.
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As her joints were cracking, Clarice realized she's in serious trouble. Instincts were telling her to mimic armadillos, though she was lacking natural body armor. Hell, any armor. She tried to drop on her back and curl enough to fight with her legs, aiming to kick anywhere, from another knee to enemy's chin
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Feeling that elbow in his face and a kick against his knee enraged the Brujah. He still had the dagger in his right hand. So he now hacked at the guy with the full force of his Potence, at his face or whatever Ronnie happened to hit.
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The trick with the flare worked well... for the moment at least. Howling with pain and trying to escape the fire George tumbled a few steps backwards, struggling both to put the fire out and resist the urge to run. Instead things went far worse in the struggle what would happen first: loss of control because of torpor or because of the Beast. Inside a dark place in his head metaphorical chains broke and the Beast roamed through his head freely, chaining him in place and taking control.

With a crazed look he got up and went for the guy with the flare as he was the next source of blood. Sure he was armoured and had weapons but that didn't matter now... The blood that man had flowing through his veins did, in fact it was all that mattered...

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Toran ripped clothing, found blood, and proceeded to feed violently. His man is dead.

Clarice's opponent was wearing a protective helmet, so his face wasn't vulnerable to her flailing. She did land a solid kick on his knee. She can now make a choice--be disarmed but break free of his grip, or retain her weapon, but be grappled.

Ronnie knife fights with his opponent, who also produces a blade. The other man has Potence, and so gives Ronnie some painful cuts, but proves to be only mortal, so is eventually killed by Ronnie's assault.

Lucy is hit by the assassin and falls to the ground, but it is not immediately clear how wounded she is. She will have to decide. The assassin readies to strike at her again.

George reeled from the blaze, and his opponent took the opportunity to shoot him a few times. When George entered frenzy he at first started to go after the guy with the flare, but then his Beast realized that that souce of blood was holding FIRE. So instead it drove George to flee down the hall away from the flares, towards Clarice and her attacked.

The black armored man who had scared George decided to take this opportunity to flee through the nearby door.

Sawyer ran to help Lucy, and would try to tackle the assassin before he stuck again.

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Toran's beast gorged until something new drew it's attention. The huge man shifted and bolted after the running man as his predatory instincts said to KILL. The big Brujah channeled blood into his limbs and summoned his celerity to leap towards the fleeing armored figure who had driven off George.

The Brujah sought to smash the man beneath him and gain even more blood to feast upon. All thoughts lost in the frenzy but to drink until sated and kill.
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She saw Toran losing to the beast and it was already horrible. But now she had the Brujah Primogen himself running after her. She fought to keep her dagger, to get this man wounded. Her beast could sense incoming rival, it wanted to flee. Clarice could only hope that the smell of fresh blood would attract George to this mercenary and that she'll last long enough
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