Investigate Anaconda: Secure Cache (Vee/Reida)

With the Help of her Soldat, Vee found herself escorting the bumbling idiots from the hangar toward the opening that they had used to gain access to the warehouse. The goons seemed to mumble and whimper here and there, clearly not too willing to try and make any fuss. The cold blade held to one of their throats was all the reason that these simple goons needed in order to comply. The going of course was a bit slower than they might have liked, as the scuffle left the goons bruised and struggling to keep an even pace.

However, before Vee had the opportunity to make it outside with those captives, a set of floodlights suddenly clicked on, light BLAZING into the warehouse from the opposite side that Reida had gone and almost blinding her and the soldat were it not for their gas masks.

From the crates, a Forklift sudden began driving at them from behind! The large burly man from before was kitted out in thick padded armor and at the driver's seat, several large crates used as a shield between him and the quincy as he drove at full speed toward the exit of the warehouse! Clearly intent on making it to the road and trying to escape with some of the cargo! Not only that, but the man brandished a metal club made from a baseball bat fitted with thick metal plates. A determined look on the man's face as he barreled straight for Vee and the Soldat she was with, the captives immediately trying to struggle to get out of the way of the incoming vehicle!




As for Reida, she would find very little in the ways of escape routes. While she did find a few extra air vents here and there, nothing was so large or honestly seemed BUILT for a person to go in or out of the place outside of the main warehouse entrance. However, in response to her little call out, she'd hear something almost directly in her ear.

"Oh more fun than you know."
The voice was said at such close range, seemingly directly into her ear, so much so that she could FEEL warm breath and air brushing against her ear. But if she were to turn around, or even fire into the space that it had come from, she would receive nothing, Nothing could be seen, and nothing seemed to be hidden around her.

"Do you really know what you're doing? You seem like a professional, but I wonder how much of that is just you making it up as you go along." The voice would speak directly into her face, that familiar sensation, as if someone really WAS directly in front of her, and then the sensation of her weapon holding in place, as if someone had placed their hand on it and was slowly pushing it down to point towards the ground, with strength that rivaled her own.

And then she'd hear a click, a pistol being cocked back as a dark figure crouched up on top of the nearest storage container would glint, a gun pointed in Reida's direction, one of the man's hands was held to the side and almost seemed like it was pushing down on something, matching the pressure that was being exerted on her gun.
"Why don't you put the gun down? If you move I'll shoot. I promise you that none of your fancy quincy nonsense is going to keep you from what this thing is loaded with. But there's no need for that. I know you're here for the stuff we stole from you guys. So lets talk this out, huh?" He smiled, but his mouth didn't move, and that voice continued to be produced directly near her ear. But it wasn't a normal smile, it was a ...toothy, cheshire smile, and the way that he moved while that voice spoke, it would, potentially, seemed familiar to a particular type of entertainer. If Reida was the type to be familiar with ventriloquism.
"He's right. We should listen to what he has to say." Vee's voice would echo from Reida's left, as if the woman were right next to her. Once again there would be nobody there, but of course turning to check on that would mean pulling her attention away from the man with a gun pointed at her.




Off in the distance, that familiar hollow roar sounded off, echoing through the area. But this time it was ....different. It went on LONGER. Yowling, roaring out as if it were fighting something, until finally, it stopped abruptly.

Be Advised: Four Unidentified contacts have arrived and split into groups of 2, en route to Primary and Secondary Objective Locations. The bright ping of that cube companion's voice, or in some cases the dull glow of text notification would bring themselves to the attentions of all operatives.

That little ice blade thunked and bounced off of the tire of the forklift, the man grinning and raising a hand to give a middle finger to the woman, unaware of the little spike of broken ice stuck in the tire, causing it to start slowly deflating, causing a dull grinding noise as the forklift began to list slightly to the side by the slightest ammount! Thanks to Vee calling out, the other Soldat had managed to yank the others out of the way as well, and following her example soon formed their bows and were firing on the forklift! Several arrows breaking off and sinking into the metal and glass that armored the sides of the vehicle, though a few managed to slice in and sink into the man himself. but the big burly guy continued, seemingly powering through the arrow wounds!

It was then that a screech was heard! A bright glowing Eagle swooping in and landing directly a few feet away from the door of the warehouse. The little bird made of reishi popped down, talons clicking on the ground before it's shadow suddenly swelled and bled forward, pooling infront of it before two figures slid up from the shadows, emerging in the very uniforms that these pretenders had attempted to emulate in the briefing. A large, burly man that rivaled the one in the forklift, and a young woman that adjusted a pair of glasses as the pair took a moment to eyeball the scene before them.

"Seems our intel was wrong, nothing here but a bunch of junk. You owe me fifty." The woman murmured delightedly, glancing over her shoulder towards the glaring man whose gaze seemed to briefly pierce Vee before turning his attention to the man in the forklift.

With a sudden vicious swing of his arm, a bright ring like a manacle formed around his fingers before a chain lashed out and CRACKED straight through the windshield and the metal protective grating behind it, a dull THUNK sounding as the man in the forklift made a strangled choking noise, clutching at his neck where a matching ring had formed before the newcomer in the uniform yanked back, a loud THUNK sounded as the thug in the forklift's head was slammed into the broken metal. Forklift boy suddenly went limp, slumping in the vehicle as the thing then rolled to a stop just before the chain and manacles on both men vanished, dispersing back into reishi.
"You have ten seconds to hand those punks over or you'll be joining them." He growled at Vee and the other Soldats, his voice daring any of them to make a move as he already began striding toward the group.
"Ten........Nine...."







The sound of ruckus outside made the man above twitch slightly, but he didn't take his eyes of Reida as the woman seemed to seemed to swing into what was probably Sarcasm. His lips peeled back to a toothy smirk. "Well aren't you hospitable? You make a good point though." His hand would twist, moving from that downward pressure, to hooking his finger. The pressure on her rifle would suddenly vanish, and instead, she'd feel a tug from where she stored the rest of her grenades. The safety pin on one of the grenades on her person suddenly pulled taut as if someone were tugging on it.

"Safety is pretty important. Nobody here wants to get hurt right? And it sounds like your partner is having a bit of trouble out there. So how about this: You turn around and go help your friend. So far as anyone knows you never even found me in this little maze down here. Groovy?" He reasoned. Whoever the man was, he didn't seem intent on fighting, despite the smooth confidence with which he was conducting himself amidst all this. Though it was fairly clear that he had some sort of escape plan if Reida DID comply.

The man on the container let his eyes dart between Reida and the direction of the others. He was clearly growing less and less confident of the situation as Reida laid things out for him. The barrel of that pistol wavered slightly as the man seemed to struggle with his options, the fact that Reida did not even seem remotely concerned about the grenades on her person being pulled was even more intimidating. But he wasn't panicking, he was focusing, trying to figure a way out of this. "Izzat right? I wonder what's more unprofessional: wasting time chasing me around or, going to go deal with what my friend is doing to your partner out there?" He murmured.... stalling a little as he seemed to consider his options.

There was but a moment of consideration, one last scan, as if looking to see if Reida would try something suddenly, before the air around him crackled. A dull ZTNNN sounding that seemed almost EXACTLY like a Sonido! His spiritual pressure would vanish completely for just an instant as his body blurred and he sped off in the opposite direction of the Warehouse entrance to make a run for it. Not only that, but whatever high speed technique he was using, he seemed to have skills comparable to her own, as least in terms of the sudden acceleration he seemed capable of.

The man, cowed from his original plans of trying to get her to surrender, was suddenly turning tail and running. And it was VERY clear that it wouldn't be a quick, or easy chase if she went after him. This along with the sounds and messages she was getting from Vee would serve to complicate the situation even further.






"Seven..." He murmured as Vee briefly seemed to almost freeze up.
"....Three..." He growled as Vee suddenly spun and grabbed one of the captured man and brought a knife to his throat.
"....One...." He hissed as Vee gave that stern ultimatum, striding toward her the entire time, heedless of the threat that she was making.

The moment that she had finished speaking, his body became a blur as he closed the distance between them. his entire body twisted into a full-bodied punch aimed at the side of the hostage's face that Vee had been using as leverage. Whether Vee slit his throat or not, a chain would suddenly RIP through the man's cheek, having traveled in one cheek, scraping past the man's teeth, and then tearing out the other cheek to rush straight for Vee's throat in a sudden burst of brutality and speed that would see that chain not pierce, but lock and form a manacle around her neck if she wasn't able to evade the surprise chain popping out of the man's face, the force of that chain being more than enough to slam her into the ground by her throat in such an occasion.

In the very same moment, the woman was humming as she zipped over to the man that was slumped inside the forklift, peeling the door straight off and then pulling the man out to feel for a pulse, seeming unconcerned with the fight between the man and Vee at present, nor even the other Soldat who were briefly shellshocked by the abrupt and sudden violence from the large man.


In that very last moment, whether by text or by voice, that familiar tone would pipe up. Evacuations are nearly complete. All teams in need of Reinforcements please respond.