"Rabbit to the Hound" & "War is hell"

Who:
Davie, Seymour,
Rosette, Amber, and a handful of othersWhere: Seymour's Apartment and Deck 13When: At the
beginning of Operation Gauloises<Snip>
"Davie.
You and Seymour are playing diversion. Draw the guards away
so we can get in."
<End Snip>
 
             Davie
nodded in compliance, and swallowed a pair of painkillers from an open medikit
on the table next to him. "The vents in the interrogation room are too small
to crawl through, for this exact reason." Rosette said. A scutter could fit in there…Davie
thought. As she spoke Davie
placed a new hard light projector into his exoskeleton's shield generator, and
began to dawn his armor. "We have to be fast. Rufus isn't physically strong
enough
to hold out for long."
            Davie ran a final check on
his weapons and equipment, making sure it was all in working order, as Rosette
gathered them around. "Also, Davie?
If we win this one, I'll make sure you get a position in my security team.
You've done good so far. Anyone got any questions?"
            Davie smiled, "Thank you,
and yes I do have one question."
            "Yes?"
            "What's the
most common French expression?"
            "I give
up?"
            Amber
chuckled softly, her voice quavering slightly in both fear for Rufus, and anger
and contempt for his captors. "Right, well, just remember the plan. Davie, Seymour, you two
distract the guards, while me and Amber get Rufus out. Let's go."
            Davie handed Seymour
a Bazookoid Mk II. He looked at it in his hands for a moment, decidedly uneasy
about using it. They left the apartment cautiously, and the two teams moved for
separate elevators. On the way down Seymour
tried his best not to look as if he weren't about to panic, but hardly pulled
it off. "So…Davie,
my good man?"
            "Yes?"
            "What is it
we're going to do again?"
            "Have you
ever heard of `Rabbit to the Hound'?"
            "Oh…uh…I
keep telling people that I'm a man of command and not action."
            Davie looked at him, and
had a thought that might inspire him just a little bit. "Come on, Ambassador!
What would your queen say to you!?"
            Seymour's eyes opened a
little wider, and began to look less panicky. Davie placed a hand on his shoulder and
leaned close to him. "Are you a man? Or are you a mouse?"
            "I'm a man,
of course!"
            Seymour's expression grew
to look as though he could fight off the entire JMC Fourth Reich single
handedly. "For my Queen!" Seymour
half shouted, and waved his Bazookoid about in the air. The barrels happened to
pass in Davie's direction, and Davie ducked. "Woah! Watch out, man!" Davie said, pushing the
barrel away.    
           
            Davie racked the bolt on
his laser rifle, as the lift neared it's destination. "Ready for this?" Davie said, and Seymour
nodded. "Stay low and don't do anything unless I do it first."
            "I'm not
sure I appreciate that tone." Seymour said,
obviously not liking the idea of Davie
giving the orders. "You wanna live?" Davie
shot back, crouching at the ready next to the elevator doors. Seymour hesitated, then crouched awkwardly on
the other side of the elevator. The doors pinged open, and Davie peered out into a seemingly deserted
hall. He slowly stepped out, checking both corners. He peeked at the Deck 13
reception desk to see the guard shaking his head back and forth, listening to
music blasting through a pair of ear buds. Davie stepped around the corner, and pointed
the barrel of his rifle squarely between the guard's eyes. As he opened them,
he stopped shaking his head, and slowly removed his ear buds.
            "Bonjour. Mon nom est David Jones, je suis un combattant
de la résistance. Vous voulez un petit
café?" Davie
said and the hit the guard across the jaw with the butt of his rifle. "Okay,
let's find out what cell this Rufus of your's is in." said Davie as he sauntered around the desk to look
at the computer terminal. "Here it is, 2187."
            Davie switched on his
radio. "Chief?"
            "Go ahead."
            "Rufus is
in cell 2187. Give me a minuet or so and then go in hot."
            "Got it.
Over and out."
            Davie looked at the
security terminal and watched the video monitors. He saw a full galley of
prison personnel in the prison mess hall. Davie
smiled, and locked the remote fire door to the mess hall, as well as to the
prison personnel barracks from his computer terminal. "Right, Seymour. Let's
give that hound a rabbit to chase."
            Davie smashed the computer terminal key board, and hurried
with Seymour down
the corridor, and stopped at a three way intersection. He sealed the fire door
to the corridor leading to the elevator they'd come down in, and  placed remote detonated anti  personnel mines, similar in respect and
purpose to the claymores of the 20th and 21st centuries,
to the passage way of each intersection "Seymour, I want you to sit at the end
of this hallway, and when I tell you to, flip the safety on this detonator and
press the big button."
            Seymour took the detonator from Davie, and walked to the end of the corridor
that led to the prisoner's mess hall with his Bazookoid. "I'll be right back.
I'm gonna give the hound the scent."
            Davie went to the end of
the opposite corridor and rounded the corner. He saw a the main prison complex,
filled with an array of guards, armed with an impressive array of weaponry. Well smeg. Davie pulled a metal panel off the wall, and
placed an explosive charge on a thick water main. He turned the corner, and
fired at the guards. Two of them dropped dead after a short burst. All of the
guards in the complex instantly turned their opened up in Davie's direction. Davie turned and took of around the corner.
Behind him a French guard aim to fire at him. Davie spun and dropped to the floor,
squeezing off a short burst that ended the guards career far short of warden.
             He hopped up and continued down the corridor
at top speed. A group of a few soldiers came around the corner, and Davie detonated the
explosive charge as soon as they walked in front of it. The water main exploded
along with the bomb, and the soldiers bodies all but disintegrated. Water
flooded the hall way, making pursuit difficult, but far from impossible, and
even farther from being forgotten. Davie reached
the end of the corridor where Seymour
was waiting as another wave of prison guards came around the corner. Davie let lose a prolonged series of bursts from his rifle
and shouted at Seymour
to fire. He fired, but was knocked back by the kick of the Bazookoid Mk II. Davie ducked behind the corner to reload, and drug Seymour out of the path
of a hail of bullets. "Get ready to set off those AP mines!"
            Davie turned and fired
again at the oncoming onslaught of JMC goons. They were getting a little to
close for comfort, so Davie stooped firing,
counted three, then shouted "NOW SEYMOUR!!"
            The Anti
Personnel mines exploded into a furious blaze of twisted metal and mangled
flesh as a group of five or six guards was caught in the explosion. Davie fired another short
burst at the guards. "You think Rosette is taking her cue?"
            "Not yet,
we need to get the guard's full attention!"
            Davie leaned around the
corner and fired another burst, but ducked back quickly as a volley of
Bazookoid fire ripped away a section of the wall. Seymour
looked at Davie.
"You've got it." he said matter-o-factly. The prison guards stumbled through
the water and over the bodies of their dead comrades. Infuriated by their
deaths, the thought of guarding the prison no longer even crossed their minds.
They were angry, they wanted revenge, and the only way they were going to get
it was waiting for them at the end of the corridor. Davie saw now that he and Seymour did have
the entire prison's total attention, and keyed his radio "Now, Chief! Now! Go
now!"
            Davie leaned around the
corner and fired another burst, this time catching a few bullets. They
deflected harmlessly off of his exoskeleton's hard light shield. He flung a
Frag grenade down the corridor and grabbed Seymour. "Move! Through the mess hall!" Davie pushed Seymour
forwards, into the prisoner's mess hall. He turned and threw a duo of Frag
grenades down the corridor to the advancing French soldiers. He and Seymour
leapt over the tables and through the sea of prisoners eating the meals. As the
guards advanced into the mess hall the prisoners sided with Davie
and Seymour,
grabbing a hold of the guards, stabbing the with forks, hitting them with chairs
and wrestling their weapons away from them. The guards had the upper hand,
however and started shooting haphazardly into the crowd of prisoners. The
prisoners, some successful with their newly liberated weapons, some not so
successful, held back the onslaught long enough for Davie
and Seymour to
overturn a metal lunch table at the other end of the room.
            The guards
broke through the sea of prisoners, and advanced quickly towards the two, but
were still under fir from those prisoners who were still lucky enough to be
alive and who had luck still to have commandeered a weapon. Seymour fired his Bazookoid again, this time
hitting his target. The ball of energy bore a hole through the chest of one of
the guards, and Seymour
wondered how he could have pulled the trigger. Later on he would be told that
it was either him or the guard, and that he did what he needed to survive.
            Davie fired another burst
at the advancing human wall. A hail of fire shredded one end of the table and a
Bazookoid blast tore a hole through it next to Davie's head. A grenade dropped down into Davie's lap and hurled it
back, shrapnel from it's explosion dinging off the table. Another dropped down,
this time into Seymour's
lap. Seymour,
in a panic, bounced up and down, trying to shake it off. "You don't want that
thing!" shouted Davie as he plucked it off of Seymour and threw it
back. "Let's go!" shouted Davie,
"They're getting a little to frisky!"
            Davie relived a cluster
of Frag and G.U.N.K. grenades of their pins and hurled them into the center of
the room where the majority of the advancing force was. They exploded and Davie laid down a full
spread of fire from his machine gun, cutting down a couple of soldiers in the
process. He grabbed Seymour
and pushed him through the back entrance to the mess hall. He fired a
suppressing burst with the rest of his clip into the room as he exited through
the door. As he did so he could see what had become of the mess hall. Bodies of
both prisoners and guars lay scattered and piled indiscriminately on and over
each other. Pools of deep red blood collected in the corners, and stained the
floor. The ceiling, benches and walls were covered with the innards of those
unfortunate enough to have been hit by the explosions of grenades. The bodies
of others had been shredded by the hail of shrapnel that ensued the grenades
detonation. One guard was propped up against the body of a dead prisoner,
screaming, fingering at a bloody stump that was his right leg. Terrified Guards
covered their ears and yelled. But despite this, the prison guards seemingly did
not their dampen their fervor for revenge. In fact, quite the opposite. They
charged through the fire they were receiving from the prisoners, seemingly
intent only on killing Davie and Seymour.
            A burst of
rounds strafed Davie's
exposed left side, and he spun out of the way as his hard light armor sparked
and fizzed against the gun fire. Davie
reloaded his gun, and tossed another grenade into the opening of the doorway,
leaning in after it had exploded, and squeezed the trigger once, to end the
pain of the one legged man. He fired a suppressing burst into the room, then
legged it down the corridor with Seymour.
They had to keep the guards busy for a few more minuets, at least.
 
 
 
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<OOC – That a good enough distraction, Chief?>