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"One...wo....seven....fourteen....twenty-six?" He counted as the bullets continued to ricochet off the deterioating piller at his back. "A couple of snipers, a few assasins, and the rest probably a bunch of hired thugs...they sure are going through a lot of trouble for this thing." He inspected one of his pouch pockets to make sure that the item was still secure and undamaged while still surveying the area. "Sier...Sier?" The only response he received was a wave of static through his transciver nestled in his left ear. "...She must be a bit busy. Guess I'll have to rock the house myself!"

The exit was clear in view except it was clear on the other side of the warehouse with a lot of wide open space and gun toating cronies waiting to pick him off if he was crazy enough to try...which he might have been but he promised his girl that he wouldn't be reckless....today. Reaching into one of his pouch pockets, Kobaar pulled out a few marble type spheres which looked like they contained some sort of glowing liquid and another one about the size of an orange with plates of silver and some sort of greeen core.

"This may be a weee bit overkill but I don't have time to play around today." The gunfire ceased momentarily as the warehouse was filled with silence broken up by the sound of falling debris. This being a more than opertune moment, Kobaar proceeded to throw the spheres across the room, scattering them across the rubble but leaving the larger one for later. Upon impact the tiny spheres each shattered and then exploded like a wave of grenades sending a cloud of dust and dirt across the room. The gunmen above could only see a see of brown clouds with a dark figure zooming through crashing into another living obstruction with a flaming crash. After manuverning through with sparks of gunfire nipping at his heals Kobaar finally reached the exit emerging from the clouded entryway without slowing. Shortly after passing the doorway he tossed the larger sphere back from where he came and continued his escape.

"Sier!! If you can hear me, now would be a GREAT time to get out of..." Looking up towards the rooftop he could see the siluete of a female figure already widening the gap between her and the warehouse. "...That girl knows me way too well." He grinned As he contnued to run further from the building in the near distance. It then started with a soft rumble like distant thunder rolling into a loud explosion as the warehouse erupted with green fire bringing it crashing down. "Tic...tic...BOOM!"

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"Ha! I guess I did overdo it just a lill bit." Sierra grumbled to herself as she prepared the gauze and bandages for his shoulder. "Well..at least this thing is ok...but the wierd thing is, I heard another explosion somewhere across town..sounds like it was near the docks. I wonder just what the hell is goin...OW! WAtchit!!"

Myth flipped the safties on her guns. "This is not the time for bullshit games." Her face was as hard as her voice. "I won't hesitate to kill you. After tonight, one more isn't anything special."

"Either step aside or jump out. We're comendiering (sp?) your boat." Mathael Motioned his gun to the side.

Myth didn't even blink as she stared at the man. She caught his eyes and held them. Why was he looking at her like that. Chills crawled down her spine and her shoulders burned. She could feel blood or water or both trickling down her body. 'His eyes,' she thought, 'I'll shoot his eyes out first.'

"I'm not worried about whose bigger." she said with a sly, sarchastic smile. In one fluid movement Myth had one of the guns sheathed, a sword drawn and its tip not even an inch from his chest. "You shoot, I tense and pull my trigger. I might be dead, but I'll damned if I'm gonna go alone. And what with my favorite bulldog here," she shrugged, "Well, it's been a long night already, and he gets cranky when he's tired." Myths face was stone again and a thin line of frost fell from her lips. "Move." she said coldly.

Winter genuinely smiled as he put away the pistols. She was definitely the spitting image of someone he knew. "You drive a hard bargain, miss," he said as he leaned back and 'accidentally' pressed the ignition. The boat hummed to life and, as he had taken the precaution to leave it in gear, lurched forward and sped along the waves.

The consequential jolt thrust the woman, her companion, and the blade forward simultaneously. With a fluid motion, the man called Winter leaned with the sword, letting the flat of the blade slide smoothly along the chest of his wetsuit.

The stranger brushed a few silver strands out of his eyes and turned to man the wheel. "Things sure haven't changed much since Myth's Striders," he muttered into the wind, his own musings making themselves heard.

The frost-haired man chuckled as he inspected his hand. "Quinn won't like you shooting up his boat... and I'm independant. Safer for you that way. After all, we don't want the leak getting wind of Quinn's special operation, do we?" He held up the wounded hand and it healed in front of their eyes.
"And please don't shoot me again, you'll need the ammo and I'd like my wardrobe intact." He frowned as he fingered the hole in his wetsuit, the formerly wounded flesh beneath as smooth and unmarred as if the bullet had never hit.

He cocked his head as if listening for a moment, then said, "I don't suppose you ordered a helicopter?"