[closed] Bring The Hammer Down

[hawaiianheir]

Who: Makani Kapule and Annabel Lyons
Where: Thunder Corp. Warehouse
When: Late evening, Aug. 17th
What: Mac goes on a solo run to fuck up a Thunder Corp warehouse full of mysterious equipment. Ellie's on guard duty at said warehouse for said Thunder Corp. This can only end spectacularly.


This was probably not his smartest idea. As many of his 'acquaintances' pointed out.

He had gone out early that night, told his father not to wait up. He was looking for leads on anywhere he could break into and cause a ruckus. Nothing big, just a little bit of a disturbance. Cops be damned, there was something he couldn't accept about deliberately setting people's houses on fire.

So he checked warehouse after warehouse with each lead. Almost all of them had been empty. But he heard of one currently in operation. According to who he talked to, the guard duty was pretty lax, but they had been moving stuff in and out all day.

And so it was when he reached it, dressed up in black (and trying to make sure his face was hidden as best as it could be) that he started moving into the Thunder Corp warehouse. Window would be easiest, but maybe there's be a door open.

All he knew was, he was in there to fuck with shit as much as possible.

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[shortspoken]

Annabel is actually the greatest guard who ever guarded anything ever, thank you very much. There is no laxness here. Only one hundred percent dedication to the job. Yeah.

Meaning yeah, no, Annabel is a giant (haha) slacker. As luck would have it, she's feeling a sudden urge to start slacking off right now. It's not like anything bad can ever come of it, or anything. She's been keeping an eye on the network, and she's pretty sure she'd have noticed anyone making plans to come and start fucking around with her work. Right?

Right.

Any foolish greaser-types in the area might notice the exceedingly-short guard - face covered with a helmeted visor, as is standard - standing outside the warehouse. They might also notice her pull some coins from her pocket, count them, and jog off towards one of the other buildings.

Girl needs her coffee, okay, don't judge her.

[hawaiianheir]

Mac is going to judge because for once poor life choices and bad luck is on his side. Score.

He waits for a handful of seconds to make sure the short-stature guard has ran off to grab some coffee, and then he's running up to the entrance to the warehouse. He takes a moment or two to look around - the door's probably got some sort of alark... but the windows....

No, wait. The windows would be too loud. Goddammit. Break a window and she'll come running back.

..Ahhh fuck it there's no better way than the front door, and his face is covered enough. As soon as she's out of side, he makes a mad dash for the door. Hopefully, he can dash right in and start to wreck all the boxes and supplies they probably have stored in there. Right?

[shortspoken]

It doesn't take Annabel long to get her shitty watery beverage that claims to be coffee. It takes her even less time to decide that she doesn't want it after all. What if the drinks machine is using tainted water? What if she starts laughing it up at work?

This thought is doubly horrifying when you take into account how terrifying Annabel is when she laughs. SNK manga readers are now remembering That One Panel. You're welcome.

As she exits the building, she lets out a disgruntled sigh - she really needed a coffee, okay - and glances towards the warehouse she's supposed to be guarding. Maybe she could just go and get a soda, or she could oh shit did she just see someone move for the door.

Shit.

Is there an inspection today? There has to be. Shit. She begins walking back towards the warehouse as calmly and evenly as possible. She's not thinking along the lines of "intruder" - not yet.

[hawaiianheir]

It surprisingly doesn't take Mac entirely too long to get inside - the door wasn't locked - owing probably to Annabel not wanting to lock it just so she could get a cup of coffee, and he's inside.

Of course, what he finds next isn't exactly something that he wants to discover. He was hoping this would be a simple storage area, full of dry supplies and not... are those huge vats? What's in them? Immediate a flash back to the giggling water, of everyone laughing, and his eyes narrowed. Was this where they were storing the contaminates for the water? Or something worse? Who knows.

He hasn't quite figured out that Annabel is already on her way back, but he's not one to lollygag too much, as he starts to take cautious steps and - woah, that's weird. Did everything go fuzzy for a moment there?

It...'s probably nothing. Definitely nothing. Everything is fine. Just keep walking.

...How the hell was he going to destroy the vat? Or should he?

[shortspoken]

Oh no. Nope. She left the door unlocked. She left the door unlocked. She's so fired. Annabel needs this goddamned job and now she's going to get fired.

She's so preoccupied with her thoughts that it takes her a good thirty seconds to realise that

1) the figure is still inside the warehouse,
2) she definitely wasn't notified about an inspection today, and
3) surely they'd have told her to expect someone considering the presumably-important nature of the warehouse's contents? They were important enough for her to be issued with a gun, for fuck's sake. Not even Thunder Corp would mess up like this, right?

Probably.

Maybe.

Either way she breaks into a sprint, one hand readying her taser. Better hurry up with your business, Mysterious Intruder! Annabel will be with you shortly.

[hawaiianheir]

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Are those footsteps? Those are definitely footsteps. The guard saw him come in. Shit. He eschews actual verbal swearing in lieu of biting down on his mostly face-obscuring scarf as he runs to the vats full of... water?

At least, it seemed like water. Even if it had a nice hearty pink glow to it... what the fuck.

Maybe this was the water contaminants. Maybe he should be thinking about trying to grab some. But shit. The guard is on the way and he doesn't have a containe-

I'm going to have to thank the conspiracy kid later.

Reaching into a jacket pocket, he pulls out a bottle of water. He brought it along in case he got thirsty - he didn't need another experience with the giggles. Unscrewing the lid and squeezing the water out into the nearest receptivle that could hold it, he wrapped his hand around his sleeve and graciously scooped a good portion of the neon-lighted water into the bottle he'd brought along.

Now, all he had to do was get out of her- oh holy fuck the room is swimming again. This time way worse to shake off.

POOR LIFE CHOICES STATUS: HAPPENING TO MAC AS WE SPEAK.

[shortspoken]

Visor in place? Check.

Taser armed? Check.

Time to kick ass? Che-heck.

Deciding the potential damage being caused by the interloper is too much of a risk for her to exercise any caution, Annabel wrenches the warehouse door open without any hesitation.

There's a guy. A non-Thunder-Corp-uniform-wearing guy. Fucking around near the vats. And that's downright unacceptable.

Without so much as a warning or a "hold it," Annabel grits her teeth and fires the taser. Gosh, it'd be awful if the poor guy was too busy with his own issues to even try to dodge or anything. That would be just terrible. So unfortunate.

[hawaiianheir]

Achievement Unlocked: Danger! High Voltage! - Discover something shocking.

Mac is not exactly having a fun time. Between the swimming vision and the sudden OH GOD ELECTRICITY IN MY BODY, he is having the opposite of a fun time. He has just enough motion control to stuff the bottle into his jacket before falling down a twitching mess, angry, painful noises coming from behind the scarf. It can be assumed using it as a way to not bite his tongue off.

Welp. This has become a bad day. A very bad day, as he rolls and thrashes and tries to wriggle away in the least pathetic manner possible.

...Which is still pathetic, let's be real.

[shortspoken]

Bullseye. Annabel ejects the spent cartridge, tosses the taser aside and closes the short distance between herself and the intruder.

Not that she's doing any of this unarmed. With only the tiniest and briefest of hesitations, she pulls out her gun.

She points it at the trespasser's still-twitching form, waiting for the worst of the tremors to subside, then nudges him onto his back (none too gently) with her foot. He doesn't seem to be anyone she knows from the Numbers Club, which is a relief. Still, best to make absolutely sure...

"Stay still."

She leans down, keeping the gun trained on him, and pulls aside the scarf for a better look at his face.

The first thing she notices is the unsettling sight of the man's eyes changing colour as she watches, becoming an unnaturally vibrant blue. The second thing is the unmistakable pulse of an echo.

This is too familiar.

[hawaiianheir]

His vision's stopped swimming, but now it's an overall blur, that forces him to squint. Does the room seem brighter? Maybe it's just-

Oh, wait, he's staring into a reflective visor, and even his blurry vision can see those aren't his eyes.

Oh shit. And this guard saw him. ...Did the guard see his eyes change?

Oh fuck.

No sudden movements, but he's clearly squinting at you - and still not exactly in a state to be moving.

Oh right, now's a time for a quick joke at his own expense!

"Ughhllble."

Fuck.

[shortspoken]

The gun shakes slightly in her hand as she straightens up. She remembers -

A boy, with blue eyes. Peering down at his face. Having the power to end him, crush him like a bug, but she couldn't, and...

"Get up."

She kicks at the figure on the ground - perhaps more viciously than needed. Her free hand touches her visor self-consciously as she tries to think. There's a small maintenence room nearby... If she locks him in there and calls for backup, then she won't have to kill him.

She ignores the nagging little voice in her head that points out that the guy's eye thing and his stupid, idiotic attempt at breaking in mean he has to be from the network. She doubly ignores the one that insists he'll end up dead or worse if she turns him in.

It's not her problem.

"This way. Move. Keep your eyes down."

[hawaiianheir]

It's not like he could do more than keep his eyes down as she pushed him along. His body was starting to smart and he still felt a little tingly. As he walked along towards the maintenance closet. He subconsciously pulled his scarf back over his face even though she's already seen his face and oh god she's seen his face he's going to have to lie low if he gets out of here can he even get out of here

Tucking the bottle more securely into an inside picket as he walks. He decides that a small bit of chatter can't hurt. He can probably not sound like an idiot this time, at least.

"Where are you taking me?"

Stupid question, but he's not exactly in the best position of his life and maybe if she lets something, anything slip, he can figure it out. While feeling he's being prodded by a nagging feeling. Something he... forgot? What did he forget?

[shortspoken]

"No questions."

Annabel's thoughts are running along similar lines to Mac's - conceal your identity, watch out for slip-ups, stay safe. She just has to shut him away, then she's done. It can all be forgotten about. Just one more day on the job.

She's trying really, really hard not to think about the scared look on the face of the boy in her memory. Or wonder if this guy will look that scared when they take him in.

(It's not working.)

They reach the maintenence room (more like a closet, really), and she unlocks the door.

"In."

She nods towards the room and motions towards him with her gun. In you go.