Forests

She was standing in the open doorway of the helo, one hand gripping a bar above to keep her footing; a left over from a time when she actually needed to use such a device to keep her bearings at a time like that. Her short, fiery hair was whipped and flattened around her face, and her eyes scanned the approaching areas for hints of danger that the sensors on board wouldn't detect.

Pushing into Protestant territory - particularly that of their polar kin - was always made for an interesting flight. After her brush with the men from Matthew and their "gift", she'd been put on leave (by her partner, no less), and now she was more than ready to stretch her legs on an honest to God mission. It hadn't been a terrible thing, in retrospect, to have that much time to recoup after so long of running and shooting and hiding and being fucking shot, but she still felt an itch to return to the fray; there is only so long a person like her could sit around and teach marksmanship and spar with a willing but utterly by-the-book partner. She'd even visited the orphanage at one point, but after the looks of concern from many of the older children and the subtle adoration from the younger, she'd decided against returning.

They'd blown past their last checkpoint less than five minutes previous, and as they neared their target, she radioed home and informed them that the operation was thirty seconds from implementation. There had been a curt reply - nothing more was ever given - and then silence. It was then that her other half had risen to take his position, his bearing one of strength and professionalism, the sort of man she'd come to respect; who would have thought their strained meeting would become such a partnership.

Evidently, a certain Father had known.

That man would be the death of her one day.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than her partner had simply dropped form the chopper, the act no longer surprising or terrifying to her; he'd been pulling that stunt now for a while, and though it was impressive, even that had begun to wear off after time. The bird immediately passed over the scene below and hurled back into a holding pattern.

But before it could reach altitude, the red head reached out for the smaller of her two rifles; she'd seen the APC on their pass over, but it wasn't part of any intel they'd been given, which meant it belonged to a third party and most likely not one they would be interested in. They were here for a vampire, and if something else should come their way, so be it, but she wasn't one to simply assume allegiance (unlike, unfortunately, most others). This meant, of course, that hard-core munitions (like the HEIAP rounds) and the larger calibers (like the Mechem) wouldn't be needed. Most likely. If they were, she would just have the chopper swing back by and drop it down.

If this fight lasted that long.

Hefting the large rifle, she radios back once more to inform home that the operation had indeed commenced. That being said, she herself drops from the helo, after they lowered altitude to just skimming the trees. She passed between the foliage, grateful that this forest didn't seem so dense, and landed in near silence in a tiny clearing only thirty yards from the group. It still astounded her, the power of her new ability, in the fact that she barely felt the effects of the fall; a slight tingle that dissipated almost immediately as she set up a shot.

The UA felt like nothing in her hands now - she'd had to readjust to shooting after realizing muscle fatigue would no longer be an issue - and as she took up a line on their primary target, she heard the distinct report of her partner's signature weapons.

Her follow-up shot on the female vampire was instant, the .338 round hurtling towards her without warning. Without flinching, she turned another shot to the other fellow being targeted; she wasn't certain what her partner saw in that man, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. Regardless, her senses were still on the situation at large, and oddly enough, she was choosing to ignore the other, blatantly obvious player in the strange gaggle of people: Schrodinger. Why he was in the mix was a question, but not one she particularly wanted to ask. So instead, she decides that he is a non-threat - and if he was, what the hell could she do about it? - and focuses instead on the woman, the man, and whatever might be in that silent APC.

[[OOC: Meabh dropped with two 5-round mags on her person for the UA, as well as the 5 in the rifle itself. She has three 12-round mags of .357 for the SIG, and 13 in the handgun currently. Her knives never run out of ammo.]]

Hearing the sound of a Helicopter in the distance sent Alfie’s hairs on end, it pierced the red veils of anger and filled him with a dread he’d not felt since his arrest. Thinking of prison sent his knees weak, and with a panicked expression filling his heavy features he started to run. Police were feared, and hated, you never stopped around when they came sniffing around a fight no matter how tough you were. Hearing it getting closer and closer as he tore deeper into the undergrowth; three loud bangs made his ears ring with the force of them, with the two large bullets that were aimed at him narrowly missing his head, they were from guns more powerful than anything he’d ever encountered.

These were packing a lot more than normal policemen, and the closeness of the shots added to his fears; driving adrenaline into his body and making his legs pound all the faster as he made it into the undergrowth as the shots hit trees, both wrecking the trunks and causing them to droop down behind him, obscuring the skinhead from view as he reached his top speed and the heavier undergrowth. His feet carried him at this top speed now, though he swerved a little here and there to avoid trees his reactions made it possible to just duck down when necessary so he had to deviate little from his straight line out of the dense trees. At least these will obscure anythink from seeing me up above, but I can't stop until I can't hear that fuckin' Chopper and those crazy Cops with the 'eavy guns He thought, fear and adrenaline allowing him to move faster than he thought possible, the prospect of eight years for his Saiga wasn't a good one.

He was gone, and wouldn’t slow down at all until the sound of the chopper faded, and he got back into London where he could blend in and know he was safe and obscure. From there he could get back to Toxteth, and his home.

---->Somewhere Else

As the merc was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, he did not hear the sudden leaving of the man who had previously held him at gunpoint. Neither did he hear the passing of the helicopter above, however loud the rotors chopped at the air. He did, however, hear the loud impact of SOMETHING dropping onto his engine deck. And slightly, the faint sounding off of firearms, though of what type and caliber he couldn't even guess over the sound of the engine. Yawning, he pulled the lever to close the steel hatches on the top of the turret, then kicked back in his seat, cutting the engine, though by this point the shooting had stopped, so it seemed.

The helicopter was making quiet a racket as it roared towards them, no doubt the thing being in the sky would cause some commotion, the thug ran off no doubt in fear of what ever was in the copter. Seeing something drop out, with her sight she saw a man with holy marks on him not wanting to risk anything she dived near some trees and he opened fire.  The trees were torn asunder but the vampire kept moving around, a sniper shot just barely missing her no doubt someone was a bit out to cover the man.
It was a bad situation and it was clear with out her case, which was still next to the APC she was out of options, she would need to run.  But that would mean leaving Lenka with these people and that could possibly end badly, but no doubt she had to act fast right now.

Figuring it would be dangerous to tell Lenka to run she simply yelled out Don't get between me and my meal ! as she ran around trees away from the new group.

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The man covered in Aryan tattoos had been fortunate enough to avoid the shot fired at him. Additionally, luck was on his side, because outside of the Nazi tattoos covering his body which could only serve as a possible connection to Millennium in the cyborgs eyes, which was further enhanced by the presence of the Nazi Organization's favorite catboy, Schrodinger, Mile's had no other reason to pursue him. They had a different target in mind, one with the potential to become far more dangerous than a possible millennium lackey that could be dealt with at anytime. Immediately shifting his full focus towards their target after he had fired, that being the female vampire, the cyborg's tracking system easily allowed him to follow the unholy abomination's movements without any problems.

Responding to the potential chase, the cyborg's powerful robotic legs propelled him from the roof of the APC to give chase in the same direction, literally flinging himself through the air in nothing more than a distorted, black blur to moral eyes. Bolting through woods with inhuman speed and reflex that surpassed most vampires, aided by the aspect of superior night vision which produced a green streak streaming from his pupils during his movement, the cyborg was able to easily keep pace and catch up without trouble, bringing one of his handguns to bare by outstretching it before him and letting off another round, this time aimed directly for the female vampires kneecap, which would likely get torn asunder and removed entirely given the rounds high velocity and power. It was, of course, a crippling shot that was likely unneeded given the fact that he would be upon her in a matter of moments due to his superior physical capability, but the quicker he cornered her, the better.

(Exit Interrupted)

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OOC: Jay, taking into account the wording of your post, I'm going to have to interrupt your attempted exit on the grounds of impossibility. Considering you tried to run after Michel landed, unlike Gaius, who bolted after hearing the rotor blades, the chances of you escaping are extremely low given the fact that both Michel and Meabh can outrun you with considerable ease.

Within a half second, her partner's other target had fled the scene, and though she wasn't keen on allowing anyone to simply vanish into the woods, she had faith that the man was entirely a large threat; perhaps later, when the mission was wrapped up, they could go scouting for the man again. Regardless, from her vantage point, she could see the female target - and their main objective - flitting around the foliage in some strange attempt to dodge the rounds coming at her. The forest wasn't a dense one, so her hiding places were few and far between. Sure, there was the occasional tree, but those were ineffectual against her partner's weapons.

And, to be fair, her own.

The moment their target stepped to run, the red-haired sniper sent a round dead-aimed for the vampire's fleeing back, knowing it would be an almost impossible shot to dodge. Regardless of the math, however, Meabh knew it was prudent to hedge one's bets. So, she takes off after the woman, slinging her rifle after the shot and drawing her handgun on the fly, following in the creature's footsteps long before her partner had a chance to come off the APC; she had already been casing the area, focusing on the players, and had directed a good portion of her attention to the undead thing as soon as the other male had fled.

Her body whips through the trees in pursuit, gaining ground on the creature as it speeds through the undergrowth; her reflexes were keener than she'd ever imagined, now that she is in the field and able to utilize them fully. She wasn't tiring, she wasn't tripping, and her body felt good. Any time the woman came into view, Meabh would pop off a silver .357 round, aiming to either horribly maim or bring down the vampire (if her parting .338 shot hadn't dropped it already).

OOC: Sorry for the absence everyone. Something came up last minute on Sunday and I was only able to leave a quick notice with the Staff. I'm back now though for the foreseeable future.

Schrodinger watched as the Neo Nazi ran off into the distance, likely due to the helicopter now flying above. Not a moment later, a familiar cyborg who was more machine than man dropped onto the top of the APC. His other acquaintance bolted soon after, which made him sigh. He had not yet finished his business and would likely have to track them down later... if they survived that is. Before he could say something to the machine, he too took off after the vampire, the other familiar Iscariot had also done the same moments before. Schrodinger felt... neglected. However, a simple glance down and he was reminded of the other person whom he had slightly forgotten.

Schrodinger poofed inside the cabin of the APC, leaning against the seat. "So, long story short, zhose are some of zhe people who vant to kill my kind. And if ve don't do zomezhing, zhe Draculina vill probably die. Zhose two are very efficient Vampire hunters, and she vill not escape so easily. Of course, ve could probably rescue her in zhis vehicle. Und ve vill need a weapon that could tear a tank to pieces with a single round, if you have zomething like zhat. Alternatively, this vehicle get a few large holes in it. Zo, vhat do you zhink?" Schro smiled and looked at Lenka. It wasn't a flawless plan, and could possibly end up with Lenka dead and his business partnership in ruins, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Millennium had other means of acquiring the supplies they needed for the coming war.

The decision wasn't really a decision so much as an action on instinct. He was now hired, and was, by extension, now acting under orders, since, this was what the organization he was just hired by apparently stood to defend people from, the mercenary found himself in the turret, underneath the steel grates covering such, crosshairs of the zoomed optic aimed at the legs of the man who was chasing the fleeing Vampire. Without hesitation, eight 3.7mm proximity burst FlaK shells, two Incendiary Tracers, and three APCR shells burst from the barrel of the weapon, hurtling at 1,500m/s towards the legs of his target. Ducking back down into the driver's cabin, he shut the bulkhead and threw the vehicle into gear, proceeding off towards the road from which he came as quickly as his vehicle's transmission would allow him to accelerate, intending to leave the area before that man doubled back, if he retained his legs. As he drove, he glanced over at Schro. "Was that quite what you had in mind?"

OOC: (Since the two are moving directly away from the APC,  Lenka is seeing Miles's back.)

She had a head start on the two hunters, for now at least, her body weaved and bobbed around trees and it seemed she got luckily as a rather powerful shot tore through a tree a hole big enough in to lease cause it to collapse down to its right away from the action.  However it seems her partner at least got lucky but something odd happened as he blasted at her leg, the shot went on and tore past her thigh as she turned,  a large chunk was torn out and her skirt was looking more like a torn piece of cloth, but there was no panty shot this day.
The strange part is there was louder gun fire, some what keeping on track she continued to move on, the bullets form what ever firing easily changing this forest and fast.
It seemed his partner revealed her self at last, Casandra's eyes glaring at her as bullets flew towards her body it was a pain but she had to slash at the bullets, what ever the bullets were they tore through the tip of her sword but at least she diverted them, the feel of silver scorching against her shoulder wasn't a nice one.

As the bullet scarped against her shoulder, burning skin and bone she had brought up the other arm, to her waist opening fire with her micro uzi, the .41 AE rounds shooting towards the womans face in a spray, a bullet to the eye never helped anyone.  And thats where Casandra was aiming to hit her, but she didn't stay long as she continued to move, blood still spurting out her leg but still she didn't want to take another bullet to the body. She was slowed down now, what was left of her leg couldn't be moved well and it would take ages to regenerate.

OOC: I fail to see how Lenka, a perfectly normal human, is even keeping a line of sight on Miles and Casandra, who are both moving at supernatural speeds, in zig-zag patterns through the trees. Also, Casandra does not have a headstart on Miles, as he took off after her the moment he noticed her take off running, as per my previous post. Just wanted to point that out.
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Traversing the woodland with supernatural speeds that made him seem as nothing but a blur of utter black and green, the distorted figure of the cyborg bounded around several trees in pace with his pursued target, which was something easily accomplished by the likes of the Gunmetal Hound and his own physical capability that rivaled that of experienced vampires well into the center of their evolutionary line. The constant maneuvering through the foliage, not to mention his own speed which would be impossible for ordinary humans to follow, allowed him to ignore the rounds fired at him by the APC as they simply missed. Impacting where he had once been, tearing through tree bark and kicking up dirt, all of which Miles ignored with a cold, apathetic blase.

He had known that APC would be a problem, and he should have dealt with it as soon as he had landed. It was a minor mistake on his end, and he was going to rectify it immediately.  Disembarking from his chase of the female vampire as he heard the APC's engines roar to life, though only because he knew his partner would not let the thing escape, Miles outstretched one of his powerful hands and latched onto the trunk of a passing tree, using it as a swivel to swing himself around and slingshot back int the direction he had been coming from, dashing towards the Panzer Tank with levels of supernatural speeds unperceivable to mere human reflexes. A push from his powerful legs send the cybernetic beast of Iscariot speeding through the air, the Gunmetal Hounds landing bring him to the roof of the vehicle once again with a heavy thud.

Immediately upon landing, the cyborg holstered his handguns and knelt down on the roof, a hand placed firmly against the metal to keep him from falling off, and reached down with his other hand to firmly grasp the barrel of the turret that had been used to fire in his general direction. "Genocide Mode Activated" Rerouting the power within himself to purely focus on combat and nothing more, the cyborgs physical capabilities quickly rose in comparison to what he was formerly capable of doing, rivaling that of the rare Category B vampire, and used this extra strength to forcibly bend back the barrel of the turret, which was accompanied by the screech of steel being forced into a shape not of the one it was forged into.

Primary weaponry disabled, the cyborg glanced over his shoulder in the direction he had left the vampire in, then decided that it was best to finish this. Sliding himself onto the side of the APC with one hand clasping the roof to keep his grip and his feet posted on the small metal rail above the tracks, the cyborg withdrew one of his handguns with his free hand and took aim at the treads. Twitching his finger on the trigger, he would unload five 50. caliber armor piercing rounds into the internal structure of them. He highly doubted it could withstand such a powerful barrage, but if that did, somehow, by some outlandish change of fate, not succeed, he'd simply do something else and truly see if this metal beast could withstand the test of his own mettle.

Schrodinger listened as the gun atop the APC fired off a couple of rounds. It was music to his ears. His companion dropped back down into the vehicle and took the driver seat, sending the APC towards the escaping Vampire. "Ja. Zhat vas very good. Now, all ve have to do is catch up to our friend and get her out of here, ja?" He smiled liked a small child. Everything was going smoothly so far. The Majors plans had been set into motion, at it wouldn't be long until his master plan was finished.

Nodding and smiling at the catboy, the merc steadily gained on Casandra, not bothering to drive around the trees, just flattening them. The supercharged V12 propelled the vehicle at near it's top speed, eventually coming up beside the vampire, whom he could now easily see, regardless of her movement. "Hop in. We're bugging out." Thank for the love of god nobody had happened to plant any explosives, mere THOUGHT making his blood seem to boil against his thrust, in figuritivity, anyway. Seconds later, he was calm, his hands relaxing upon the steel wheel used to maneuver the vehicle.

Her thigh was still bleeding and her shoulder wound was started to make her portion of that dress stain red, she could see that damn priest coming was this the end ? It seemed not as help came, at first it was an engine and then she saw it the APC that Lenka was in, with in no time flat she hopped on to it, it seemed the hatch was open in the gunner seat, sliding in through there she closed it and sat down holding her wounds DRIVE ! she sounded in pain and looked like she could faint at any moment. Lenka wouldn't need to worry about blood getting onto the APC as she used her dress to cover her wound like a makeshift bandage, she was in bra and panties now but she wasn't bleeding out.

Schrodinger sat in his seat, content with everything that was going on. When the vampire got into the APC, his eyes diverted to her a bit. He looked her up and down like a curious child. He was going to say something, but thought better of it after his last encounter with the female persuasion. His eyes looked over to Lenka. "Very good, mein freund. Just keep heading in zhis direction und a helicopter vill meet us in a clearing to give our friend here zome medical attention. Zhe may be a vampire, but it vould appear her healing skills aren't zhe fastest, und zhose bullets are silver. Nasty stuff."

He nodded, slipping the transmission into its final drive gear, at which the engine quieted, though they kept the same high speed, the thin trees of the forest that happened to be in his path mowed down with little resistance. "I believe that my previous employer carried silver in his AK-47. I carry it in my sidearm after an encounter we had... Hn." The mercenary recalled his transaction with a certain Jan, the home MG of the fucking MC. Or something like that. He yawned, popping his neck.

Her leg was slowly regenerating and it hurt like hell, she could feel the nerves and such slowly stitch them selves back together slower than usual thanks to the damned silver and blessed rounds, her ears perked up hearing the cat boy speak I don't need..nnggh medical attention. She didn't trust the boy, he had an air about him but she trusted Lenka at least.
Laying back her chest heaved out a little as though she were breathing heavily, her leg wasn't in a good shape and now her fangs extended, she needed blood. Closing her eyes for a moment she tried to focus on control but the small pounding noise was heard, it was a familiar sound a very..enticing sound, it was the sound of a heart pumping blood.

OOC: Just skip Schro. He doesn't really have anything to say at this point.

He would have liked more specifics on which clearing out of the hundreds in the forest he was supposed to drive to, but nonetheless, he put a little more pressure on the engine and flicked the lever to tighten the rubber seals on the bulkhead, dampening the overbearing sound of the supercharged engine propelling the vehicle. He slides the Driver-Radio Operator slit open, glancing through it at Schro. "So, how old are you?"

It was subtle at first but with each beat she heard, her fangs began to extend a little, her lips were drying up a little as she began to breath heavily L-Lenka...  Moving a bout a little the soaked dress was tearing a little as Casandra sat up her leg tensing D-drop me..off.. there was a dark crimson in her eyes the hunger was flaring up due to her injures and now she was looking like a animal ready for its feast I..just need to.. blood was dripping out her make shift bandage and dripping onto the floor of the APC J-just..need a first aid kit.. moving back to her seat, bitting into her lip trying to fight the rising hunger.

Schrodinger's ears twitched as Lenka spoke. "Older zhan I look. Far older." He caught a glimpse of the clearing in his peripheral vision. "Zhere ist zhe clearing, My associates vill be vaitingk zhere." He gleefully smiled.

He nodded. So he's lega- No! Bad Lenka! The merc coughed once, continuing to drive towards the clearing that Schrodinger had mentioned. Shortly thereafter he halted the vehicle in said clearing. "Alright. What now?"

Shifting around Cassandra began to growl as her fangs were fully extended no doubt about it her hunger was in full swing and she needed something to eat, noticing this she began to bite into her own arm trying to fight off the pain.  It was a stupid idea but it seemed to help in a odd way, her teeth slowly became  as normal as they could be and she not had a bite mark on her hand Gah..I need to/.get away..from Lenka.. she sat there tapping her foot, trying to think of a plan.

Looking upwards she saw the hatch, no doubt she could easily get out, right now she was in a state of hunger and could easily attack Lenka, it was only a matter of time and that cat boy would no doubt just port away.  The hunger was already rearing its ugly head, Ah..damn n-no choice weakly she stood up, grabbing onto the hatch and twisting it around opening it.  Slowly, well for a vampire she crawled out and then rolled off the APC smacking onto the ground Ah..ah..s-sorry..Lenka..

Turning her head she noticed a wolf coming towards her, and it seemed he had friends Ohh the world just loves me today. It happened so fast, the wolves lunged at her trying to attack but she took the wolves biting into her as she bite back on one and over power the rest by simply moving her body breaking several of there necks and turning them into a meal.

Seeing as Lenka was far off she decided to go to the building, hopefully there would be help there or at least some information on Jay. And clothes, she hoped clothes.

---> Hellsing manor