hands_of_blu: (BLU)
A BLU Medic ([personal profile] hands_of_blu) wrote2009-04-16 11:56 am

Map: Badwater Basin. Payload.

BLU operations in the area have met with horrific resistance from RED of late. Steps, as they say, had to be taken. When the intelligence reports last filched from under RED's nose indicated the RED team had concentrated vast quantities of infrastructure in a single location accessible by rail from an old, forgotten BLU listening post...

Well. Who are the BLU field operatives to ignore an opportunity dropped in their lap?

Time for some serious mayhem.
vance_prime: (Scout)

Re: LET THE MAYHEM COMMENCE.

[personal profile] vance_prime 2009-04-18 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Damn, how many rounds does his gun have?? As she bobs and weaves, Alyx curses herself for leaving her machine pistol behind. Screw being conspicuous, it would be damned useful...

Re: LET THE MAYHEM COMMENCE.

[identity profile] hands-of-blu.livejournal.com 2009-04-18 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Son! I'm gonna blow that dumb look right off your stupid face!"

... well, he's wearing goggles and Alyx is moving awfully fast. On the other hand, he's a reasonably good shot now that he's sufficiently motivated, and boy howdy does that trigger respond nice and quick-like.
vance_prime: (gritted teeth)

Re: LET THE MAYHEM COMMENCE.

[personal profile] vance_prime 2009-04-18 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
The bullet embeds itself in her side just below the ribcage; Alyx grimaces, but stays upright. "That's 'lady' to you," she growls, just before the Engineer gets a facefull of scattergun.

Re: LET THE MAYHEM COMMENCE.

[identity profile] hands-of-blu.livejournal.com 2009-04-18 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
We wish we could say he had a clever response available, but let's be honest; the Engineer is far from the toughest member of his team, and the scattergun is a nasty weapon. At least he gurgles impressively before he goes down.
vance_prime: (silhouette)

Re: LET THE MAYHEM COMMENCE.

[personal profile] vance_prime 2009-04-18 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, Alyx just stands there, panting, adrenaline-giddy.

She nudges the man with the toe of her boot. Yep, he's dead.

Then she presses on toward the cliffs up ahead.