Shattered Reflections - A Mirror's Edge RP

Right. Time to make her move then.

With gusto, she started taping the whole of the window, taping the surface down in record time.

After she is done, she tosses the roll of tape aside, shoulder checking it. Without much ado, as much as a soft snap or crack, the glass cracked, and held in one piece, falling down and snapping softly far down as she landed in the box piles.

Silent exit—Achieved.

A lone bystander in the streets looked from the corner of his eye and apparently saw some glass coming down from a window far up a building, and then someone with a little body jumping across the street and then landing on a cluster of boxes. As he looked again, he saw no sign of the glass from where he was standing and the person he thought he was seeing wasn't there anymore. Lena breathes out, calming herself, as she hides behind the boxes she used to cushion her jump.

[Hey Lena, what's your status? I'm soon sending Keats and Breeze behind you guys.] Drake buzzes in her piece.

[Huh...hey...Drake. We are on the Harbour, making way to the ships. Tell your crew we don't have long.] Will responds from the other side.

[Lena, they're circling around patrolling the place in about 3 groups of two. Go on and I'll track you. Anything goes south, I'll help take them out.]

"He's as good as done for then, Frederick. I'm a former Red Runner, remember?"

Skylar made her way up the buildings, using the blades on the brass knuckles to climb up when there weren't enough handholds.

"He won't know what hit him. Anything else? Takeaways? A French dinner?"

A small smirk crossed her face. She loved to joke around like that. Still, climbing was hard work, sweat running down her brow as she carried on heading towards the sniper.

She nods to no one in particular. Even when not seeing anyone, its a sort of in-grained response. Curious.

[U-Understood.]

And thus, she heads out to make her way.

Skylar starts climbing the scaffolding strictures from outside.

[Some Thai food, maybe? No, really, pay attention on what you're doing. Don't want to hear your bones break here. Get to the other side of the building and you should get a visual on him now. From then, get there and neutralize him.]

She was obviously climbing the left, and covered, side of the building.

Lena was following Will's directions. She soon finds out that sneaking there wasn't hard with the amount of barrels and boxes and pallets around.

[Okay, now these both have turned back on you. Go to those next barrels...]

Wasn't long before they were both on the staircase that went down to the door to the building. Problem was, they needed a ID card to pass trough...

"Oh, come on Freddie. I know you're not one for jokes, but don't worry so much. I can handle myself. Ugh, I swear..."

Still, she couldn't resist smiling.

"You're acting just like he did."

As much as the memories wanted to flood back, she wouldn't let them at a time like this, not while climbing.

ID, ID, ID...

"..."

Heading back, she tried to see if the guards are still around.

[Well, he had something in common with me. Your safety. I need you, Breeze. I mean, still alive, in order to pay our bills. How's that joke for you?]

She seemed to feel as if she was high enough to spot the sniper.

Lena heads back still in hiding, with Will right at her back. She eventually find two guards that were stopping and chatting. She hid behind a pile of boxes and Will was right there, one hand extended over her head touching the cover.

"Real mess these few days, huh, Hank?" The one facing away said.

"Don't complain, Brad. It's good for business. If PK goes on growing like that I'm leaving this shitty company to become one of them. Excuse moi, gotta relieve myself." He turns his back to his friend and to you with a flourish.

"Out here in the open? You batshit crazy, man? Wanna be arrested?"

"Only if I get caught. We ARE the guards, after all, aren't we? Even more so now with CPF disgraced." You hear the iconic sound of pants being opened. "I heard the P Ks are hunting Runners. How fun would that be?"

"Huh, lots. I've always hoped those nutcases would bail at some jump or somethin'."

Will nods at Lena and motions to her to get rid of the first one, he would circle around and get the pissing one ahead.

"Because you worry too much. I'm not some novice at this, you know? I've got the skills, and I can back it up."

She finally stopped climbing, taking the chance to stealthily look for the sniper.

"I mean, it's not like I can't focus AND make a joke at the same time."

A few years ago, before the November Riots.

"You're reckless, you know? Gonna get yourself in trouble one day."

A man with ash hair sat beside Skylar on the couch, casually drinking a soda.

"Oh, c'mon Seth. You're not exactly the most contained person either. Lighten up!"

Seth could only lower his head and give a somewhat sarcastic, yet good-natured smile.

"Yeah, whatever."

Back in the present.

Skylar kept looking for the man despite the memories.

She nods. And grabbing a flashbang from her pack, taps the guard on the shoulders, approaching from behind.

Before hitting him in the face with the flashbang.

Skylar observed the other building, and found her target trying to reposition himself on the scaffolding ahead. There's a zipline that could leave her at least close to where the guy would pass, but that would require her to balance herself on a precarious bean laying around and jump at its end to reach it.

As Lena Approaches, she heard the guard saying:

"Yeah, and you know what would be fun? To see one of these running fuckers slam their had against the floor. I'd pay to watch-" a tap on the shoulder "what?"

As he turns around, a flashbang hits his face. By the noise it made and the blood pouring out of his nostrils, his nose seems to have been broken, what left him with an awkard footing, sideways to her, one foot way ahead of the other.
Before Lena knew what she was doing, her instincts made her kick up and bring one of his unbalanced legs upwards from the floor. He screamed just a little and was interrupted by the impact of the back of his head into the floor, and passed out.

She saw then that Will climbed one of the containers and was now on the edge of it, one leg down pressing against the vertical surface, one hand holding the ledge, almost sitting on the end of it. The other guy was a easy target - Will kicked his legs propelling himself horizontally and managed to hit his knee right on the side of his head.

"Gross. I was against most of the prohibitions, but peeing in public places wasn't one of them."

Lena searched the body and found an ID card. She hoped that would do.

"Eesh. Not-hygienic. At all. Wonder why are they even paying these guys...?"

And with that, she heads out to try the keycards.

"The money in this City is only spent in one way...to fake security. And status."The door opened and the Runners went in. "And more recently exterminating Runners."

You perceive the interior is a dark room with some reddish lightning as not all lights were on. There were a amount of boxes and some of them were in inactive conveyor belts. He started jogging."We should get going before they set an alarm. We got caught in their eyes and there's two bodys in the open." at which point he vaults one of the boxes and sprints moderately "Run."

There is a button that opens the conveyor belt exit doors just near Lena and Will seems to expect her to press it so that they can proceed.

At which, she presses it. After—putting on a glove.

"Well, here goes."

Skylar runs towards the zipline, leaping and grabbing onto it.

The doors open as red light flickers and a working grave siren starts to buzz. But the important thing is you got a way trough. Will is already on the other side motioning you to come when you look for him.

Skylar balances herself on the crackling beam and jumps to the zipline, not wanting to look back. But apparently she does it a little too soon. The sniper spots her and tries a shot, wich misses. He tries to reload his gun to take another shot but as you land on the metal platform of the scaffolding, pushing against the wall to control the momentum, you see that he had thrown his rifle on the ground, apparently giving that up as he ran and took cover on the corner of the building, next to one of many bareels and pallets and packages you see around.

edited 1st Aug '15 10:58:55 AM by Kyef

Nodding, she hopped on and quickly sprinted after him, going through the door quickly.

Hehe, now he's done it.

She runs towards where he went, holding her fists up in front of her, the light glinting off the blades and knuckles.

You start crossing blue corridors with white floors, big windows that showed the shipping departments could be seen on either side, and eventually one or two doors can be seen. Will starts slowing the pace, checking his PDA.

"Well, we are actually kinda early. What we need to get trough only happens at 9:00. Here, there are no eyes this direction, help me open up the air ducts on the ceiling so we can lay low there." Will puts his back against a corner where the hallway heads left and puts his hands togheter as if to give you a boost up, a step jump.

Breeze runs excited and turns a corner to find something she didn't expected: it's a blue alright, but she never saw one dressed like this. Protective gear on all his body, black and olive in colour, and a protective helmet with a face cage on his head. As she recovers and tries to act again, she notices he is holding a taser pointed at her.

That wasn't definetively a common job.

edited 1st Aug '15 3:43:07 PM by Kyef

Nodding, she steps up, pressing against Will for a moment. Soft and small, she was.

If—Will looks up, he will see more than her pack, though with that, she is boosted up. And with that done, she leans over the side, offering a hand down.

Lena has to grab Will's shoulders for balance while climbing, which seems a little bony, but well built. Will wasn't exactly muscular but as her knees touched his stomach she perceives his lean body had definition in all kinds of parts to run that fast.

As she is holding on in order not to fall, she feels his upper body going up and down as he was just breathing out of a run. She could swear she felt his heart beating, too.

"Hurry...oof"

The whole situation ends up being more much awkward than it seemed at first place. They are not really used to this so he is going back and forth with his footing as Lena is forced to use only one hand to open the way as one is required to keep her balance. She shifts her hands frequently to relieve the stress on then and that frequently make her touch his ears, neck and hair in order to not to fall. Not to speak of those top awkward moments people never talk about: her stomach and upper body touching his face, which he turned sideways, and having to step on his shoulders to get to the vents. Looking down, he just looked around nervously checking the hallway again, with a face that seemed red, not from the exercises.

He didn't look up even once. Or at least that's what Lena figured. Looking at the passageways, he disappears from view in a moment to later take two quick steps up the wall, take a 180 turn and get to the vent already doing a top out move, landing swiftly and with what seemed little effort, with both legs.

He then turns to you and sees your now awkwardly stretched hand for the first time."Oh. Sorry. Didn't see you there..."

Some moments passes on, just silence after you two put the vent exit back into place.

"So, how did you got in this life?" He finally stops avoiding eye contact for the first time since the boost up, and seems to have a serene expression.

edited 1st Aug '15 7:39:36 PM by Kyef

She doesn't seem to have realized what just happened. Or is just used to more bodily contact than normal, looking at him curiously and wondering whether he's alright. After putting on the vent back and retracting her hand, he then asked a quite peculiar question, one that hit close to home.

" Oh...Well, my Papa and Mama got taken away about a year ago while I'm in college, and well, they seem to be rounding everyone they knew—so...I fled.", she replied in a tone that hints at a lot of-guilt. A peculiar set of guilt.

"So, I gotta find a way to put a food on the table, you know? And so I found a job from old friends, and...here I am."

"Hey, the food here sucks. Gimme something else to do, would you?" Keats messaged. "Anyone else got the blue after them?"

Keats receives a message moments later, as a client of the restaurant accidentally hits a employee of the place and said employee just lowered her head and fell silent. Everyone in the room knew she would be fired today...working a "real" job at this place is just like that.

"Thought you knew better than to eat in places like that. Is worse for your head than their propaganda...the Runner I've told you about is dealing with the sniper right now. I'll put her tracker's contact here, so call him in just a sec and you two can proceed to the Harbour."

Of course Keats could just go to the Harbour already and then give Breeze a heads up...but it would break the moral consensus between Runners to wait for one another in their checkpoints in case they are followed and whatnot. Specially when they are dealing with heat.

"So you're born here? Can't imagine what was like growing up, specially after the Riots..." He seems to shift in his place. "Lost my grandpa into it. Never knew mom and dad...they died in a car accident. Grandpa raised me...he had a great mind, and was the only one who supported my running." He breathes out. "After he died...I'd never stop running. Causing trouble in my native country as I moved from one unknown relative's house to another, until I finally had age and money to go back here."

"I met Faith-" he actually stops talking and halt you. You too hear the rushing footsteps below.

"Find them boys! Tonight, someone here gets a promotion!"

"Ooh, stop pointing that peashooter at me!"

She flips over him, trying to grab onto his neck and bring him down into a backbreaker.