02-11-2014, 06:26 PM
The sound of movement at Hood's back was met with a brief, annoyed scowl. He surveyed his relative lack of options and responded quickly; the revolver in his hand was tossed and spun to be caught again by the barrel, and he spun and stepped to close the distance with where he assumed the remaining living gunman would be seated. He doubted he would be quick enough to cave the man's skull before the bastard could get a shot off, but it was either that or take a few rounds to the back, which did not appeal to him.
The view that met him was mildly surprising though. The man's eyes bulged then filled with blood. He cocked an eyebrow as the man's horrified look glazed over and the body slumped back to the floor, then pocketed the spent cases from his revolver. After checking the hallway one last time to find it still empty he walked back to the bar where his holster sat, and calmly thumbed six fresh rounds into his gun; any other residents of the floor that might have been home hadn't decided to open the doors yet, for obvious reasons.
"Four man team. Fairly standard."
He was still trying to figure out what had happened to the man's head. Had he thrown the decanter harder then he had thought? He'd seen strange flukes happen in the past; mines or IEDs that didn't go off right, with soldiers ending up with broken feet or, in one case, just a broken boot lace. Simple falls that had resulted in bad breaks and bad falls that ended with a bruise. But it had seemed too...sudden, maybe. Was that the right description?
He switched the revolver to his off hand and knelt next to the first man that had come through the door, the one whom had been taking aim at Spectra, and casually peeled back the blood soaked balaclava to get a look at the man's face. The fellow seemed vaguely familiar, and his suspicions were confirmed when he calmly dug around under the collar of the man's shirt to pull out a set of dogtags. "CCD military. Well, ex military. A rival private security firm."
Kneeling as he was he leaned over to the last man to die, getting a closer look. The bulging of his eyes had changed to an unsettling sunken look, as if they had fallen inwards due to excess space. Whatever the case, there was nothing more to be done about it so he stood again. "Police will be here soon."
He sounded more annoyed that the police would be involved then that they had been attacked in the first place. He took a moment to memorize the serial numbers on the two weapons.
Hood stood with a quiet sigh and stepped towards her to wrap his arms around her shoulders, "Any reason they might have been after you?"
It was possible of course, but if the CCD was out to get her because of her connections, they wouldn't have sent a pack of mercs. More likely they were after him; fall out for the other night, likely. Mr Talanov would have to be informed, as well as his own boss, and more importantly the team of lawyers he had.
There wasn't much to be done but wait for the police to arrive and deal with the annoyance of what would come. Self defense, and very good lawyers and connections, would see most of their involvement in the incident dropped in short order. Doubly so, considering whomever had sent the men to begin with would be running their own damage control, assuring that there would be nothing to lead back to themselves.
The view that met him was mildly surprising though. The man's eyes bulged then filled with blood. He cocked an eyebrow as the man's horrified look glazed over and the body slumped back to the floor, then pocketed the spent cases from his revolver. After checking the hallway one last time to find it still empty he walked back to the bar where his holster sat, and calmly thumbed six fresh rounds into his gun; any other residents of the floor that might have been home hadn't decided to open the doors yet, for obvious reasons.
"Four man team. Fairly standard."
He was still trying to figure out what had happened to the man's head. Had he thrown the decanter harder then he had thought? He'd seen strange flukes happen in the past; mines or IEDs that didn't go off right, with soldiers ending up with broken feet or, in one case, just a broken boot lace. Simple falls that had resulted in bad breaks and bad falls that ended with a bruise. But it had seemed too...sudden, maybe. Was that the right description?
He switched the revolver to his off hand and knelt next to the first man that had come through the door, the one whom had been taking aim at Spectra, and casually peeled back the blood soaked balaclava to get a look at the man's face. The fellow seemed vaguely familiar, and his suspicions were confirmed when he calmly dug around under the collar of the man's shirt to pull out a set of dogtags. "CCD military. Well, ex military. A rival private security firm."
Kneeling as he was he leaned over to the last man to die, getting a closer look. The bulging of his eyes had changed to an unsettling sunken look, as if they had fallen inwards due to excess space. Whatever the case, there was nothing more to be done about it so he stood again. "Police will be here soon."
He sounded more annoyed that the police would be involved then that they had been attacked in the first place. He took a moment to memorize the serial numbers on the two weapons.
Hood stood with a quiet sigh and stepped towards her to wrap his arms around her shoulders, "Any reason they might have been after you?"
It was possible of course, but if the CCD was out to get her because of her connections, they wouldn't have sent a pack of mercs. More likely they were after him; fall out for the other night, likely. Mr Talanov would have to be informed, as well as his own boss, and more importantly the team of lawyers he had.
There wasn't much to be done but wait for the police to arrive and deal with the annoyance of what would come. Self defense, and very good lawyers and connections, would see most of their involvement in the incident dropped in short order. Doubly so, considering whomever had sent the men to begin with would be running their own damage control, assuring that there would be nothing to lead back to themselves.