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Lee blinked strangely, to be honest he was far from being surprised that she had heavy weapons stashed in her house. Hell, he had an armory in his office and he wasn't even a faction member. Her version of 'artillery' wasn't hardly what he considered so, but what kind of heavy weapons could one hide in the bottom of a cabinet besides smaller ones? He moved towards the cabinet and pulled out three more magazine for the sub-machine gun she'd given him, an mp5 to be exact.

Slipping two magazines into his pocket he listened to her aceist woman impression. Just to poke at her he made a silent gagging look in between rams of the door. He had the urge to send a few rounds through the door at the assailants but resisted, knowing that a much clearer shot would be made once the door was actually down.

Another ear splitting crack came from the other side of the door frame, this time a noticable shift in it's shape being noticable. The door would be down in two or more runs. "Will you cut it ou-" the door slammed to the floor, making way for the black garbed and armored Aceist Guard behind it.

Lee pummeled the doorway with the smg, taking down the initial four. He was going to have to collect thier guns later. They had some nice weapons this time around. Lee pulled back behind the wall of the kitchen as hell rained into the kitchen from the guns on the other side of the door.

Lee looked at her after showering the doorway with bullets again. "Hell if I know, that b*****d Ace has probably got tabs on the both of us!" he yelled over the sounds of the guards cursing and attempting to sort out the mess that had been made of their 'fool-proof' plan. "Let's get the hell out of here though," he said as he ran past her and into the massacre of bodies that used to be a hallway. As he ran he did quick point-blank executions to those closest to him, all the while scooping up five or six loaded rifles by their slings and hauling them along.

The sprint from the apartment kind of showed a different side of Lee, proof of the murderous nerve needed to have gained his Ace-weapons armory back at the office. The last three guards cried mercy as the barrel of the mp5 was pressed to their jaws or skulls. The cry was proven futile as their remains splattered the wall behind them. This was going to shake up the Aceist hive.

After they had made it out of the hallway he looked around, his arm was covered in blood all the way up to his shoulder. There were Ace's Guard vehicles parked outside of the apartment complex, parked c**k-eyed on the sidewalk. The drivers had long since fleed for their lives. Civilians scattered with shrill screams as Lee stepped into the street.

"All of these people and not a single guard among them. Tell me this is a joke please," he said as he made sure there was no one in the immediate area that was a threat.

Lee gawked at the sleek looking vehicle. He'd never seen such a thing before, with the exception of in his imagination. He never would have guessed that the Yang group stretched so far from it's home base. Lee slid into the seat, managing to stuff the rifles he'd grabbed beside him along with his mp5.

Glancing over her shoulder he got a look at the screen the destination screen. "Yang HQ, woohoo we get to talk to Jet again," he said sarcastically as he made circling motion with his finger. All of his enthusiasm bottled up into one finger.

Lee sat back looked at the five rifles he had picked up individually. On the way out he had not bothered to look at them. All he knew was that they wieghed quite a bit and that they were packing some serious firepower within. Two of them were the same Xm8 models that he had in his cabinets back at the office, but the other two were something... else. The rifle itself resembled a G36. But the red dot sight had been modified into the body of the weapon and the magazine was not of the norm. The magazine was more of a drum, two actually, one on either side.

"What do we have to look forward to now?" he asked just before releasing the bolt on the strange rifle, the crisp mechanics sounding throughout the small car.

Lee smirked at the thought he Aireth's judgement being off. And it wasn't Jet he was thinking about her judgement being strange with. Had that been a subtle hint or just a blurt? He shrugged to himself and set the rifle back to the side. Even though he wanted to get one of the stranger rifles out on the range. "That would be an interestin' coversation to here," he said with a smirk, the alcohol still drawing his voice out slightly.

Lee's sense of sensitivity had been tossed out the window after drinking the soda earlier. Though it contained no alcohol it had enough kick to get him started. He grinned, "Oh, fiesty hm?" he asked, his tone reaking of trouble. "I'd better watch m'self then shouldn't I?" he stumbled slightly.