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Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

His back was pressed against the cold wall, as Detective Adair took care to make sure his breathing wasn't too loud. His chest slowly compressed and depressed as he exhaled, he breathed slowly, through his nose, his ears piqued for any sound. A soft rustling, what was she getting? Then he heard it, the rolling against the wood- but there was something wrong. Why was she so stealthy all of the way to the object she so badly wanted, only to run when she reached it? Something was wrong, he clenched his eyes tighter as if trying to force another sound to ring out through the silence to explain the problem, but nothing after the thud, just silence. He drew in one more breath, before he couldn't wait anymore. He knew he was being impatient, but he couldn't help it, he wanted to take this thief down. Raising both hands to the pistol he turned the corner and took aim. Eyes darted from the pedestal as he cursed under his breath to find that she wasn't there. Quickly he turned his gun to the side to find his target, eyes squinting to find a form within the shadows. He found her, and realized she had a clear escape, she'd known he was there. He had only one choice, as he raised his voice, Stop or I'll shoot! He needed to scare her still, he couldn't identify himself as a policeman, he had to hope that the weapon in his hands would freeze her. He was aimed right at her, standing still to make sure he'd have a pure shot.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Her worst suspicions were confirmed, the voice cutting through the still air like a knife. From across the room, she could make out a shadow of a figure. He had warned her not to move or he would shoot, and the lights from the offices were just enough to illuminate the sliver of an object held in his hands. She was not one to panic, but she didn't want to get caught either. Grabbing her bag from the floor, she turned to dart toward the staircase in a quick move. Dianna descended only two stairs when she heard the sounds of gunshots. Initial instinct was to duck, thinking he had held true to his threat and was firing at her back. Upon further listening, however, she realized that shots were not coming from behind her but in front. Bullets were flying, bouncing off the walls from the small hallway that was at the base of the stairs. The sounds of screams filled the air, forcing her to turn back around. Making her back up to the landing, she was facing the man who had hidden in the shadows. Tell them to stop firing at me! She called out, thinking he was a police officer and the other shots were coming from his backup men. Another one grazed by her head, nearly clipping her ear. She dropped down to the ground, covering her head. Damnit, stop it! I'm not moving!
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

He cursed under her breath, she had the reflexes of a cat- or even better. She made it around the corner of the wall, taking away whatever shot he had in the darkness. He dropped his hands and started bolting it towards the corner, rounding it when he heard it. The ear-piercingly loud explosion of gunfire, and instantly Patrick's run came to a screeching halt, and he looked at the gun in his hand. His hand was still, the steel was still cold, and then it hit him- the noise didn't come from the pistol in his hand. It came, instead from down the hall in front of him, where he had been chasing his target. He looked ahead to find a figure in the shadow running back at him, telling him to tell them to stop firing. Tell who to stop firing, and who was he to tell ithem? By the sounds still ringing through the halls it was more than obvious they had better firepower than him. The pistol in his hand felt as useful as a slingshot, as the automatic gunfire continued to slam through the building. He didn't know anybody else in the building was still awake, never mind somebody he had authority over. He had to duck as he heard a ricochet ring through the hall right by him. As he ducked, he saw the figure in front of him drop to the floor. Normally, when dealing with police, this is a good idea. Drop to the ground, hold your head, and wait to be arrested and dealt with. But these were definitely not police firing, the only cop in the hallway looked like a drug addict, smelled like cigarettes, and was standing dumbstruck in the middle of a dark hallway. He heard another bullet ricochet and saw his target laying there, in the hallway, exposed to any ricochet or any fluke shot. He couldn't let it end like this, she had no idea it wasn't a cop shooting down the hall, and now she was caught in a terrible spot. He crouched low and ran forwards down the hall, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her body against the floor down the hallway. He ignored the gunfire and focused on remaining low- and fast, very fast. He practically swung her body on the floor around the corner of the hall. As soon as he got around, he slammed his back against the wall and dropped down on his rear end. Breathing heavily, he almost had to shout out over the gunfire, STAY LOW!
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

The blood in her body was pumping rapidly, her pulse accelerating to an almost dangerous level. Adrenaline flowed freely making her feel so airy that she doubted she would have noticed if one of the bullets plunged through her leather-covered flesh. Her emotions were running amok, scrambling in different directions through her brain. How could she have been so meticulous only to be blindsided by a raid of multiple officers patrolling the building to take her down? Furthermore, why did the police station feel she was so dangerous they needed to fire at random at her? None of it made sense, not at all. On the floor, Dianna's main priority was keeping her head covered. If the people firing at her were there to arrest her then the shots should have ceased. Though she had tried to escape, she was no longer resisting arrest. Eyes were closed, pointed down toward the cold floor. Another bullet soared through the air, flying into a protective case and shattering it. The sound of glass breaking into minuscule shards rang throughout the room as the crystal pieces fluttered to the ground. Dianna screamed unintentionally with a sharp voice in an octave that threatened to penetrate the sound barrier. The man holding the gun to her grasped her hand, dragging her across the floor and out of harm's way. She didn't question him, though it did cross her mind as an odd reaction. Ordering her to stay low, she nodded and kept herself pressed into the tile. The pale light from the offices illuminated the man to show his plain clothing. Her nose had already detected the smoke, but that didn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. Are you an undercover cop or did I just step into a war? She asked him, her voice kept quiet. Why the hell are your guys firing so much?
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Instead of telling whoever he was with to shut up, he reached across the shadows and slammed his palm over her mouth. Sweat beads began to drip down his forehead, rolling down his gaunt face. He kept his palm over her mouth, as the gunfire had stopped. He struggled to hear any noises throughout the halls over the sound of the blood pumping through his veins. His eyes were wide open, as he tried to figure out exactly what to do in this situation. Everything had been so calm, quiet within the building, now it was all chaotic. Instead of worrying about who was shooting, and why, he decided to change his focus. That focus, was on getting the hell out of this building alive. The gunfire had stopped, but there was still a tension in the air. It felt as if a tank could come rumbling through the halls at any moment. He kept his pistol raised with his right hand, while his left remained over his poor victim's face. He slowly pulled his left hand away from her mouth, to lean over and whisper an answer, directly into her ear, Both. He was an undercover cop, and this sure as hell felt like a war, and now was the silence before the air raids would start again. He expected a grenade to come flying around the corner, or maybe a mortar would come through the ceiling. Instead, it remained silent, and the silence was even worse to poor Detective Adair. He dared to break the silence to whisper in her ear again, These aren't my men, I don't know what's going on, but stick with me. We're getting the fuck out of here... With that, he started to shuffle down the hallway, instead of heading directly for the staircase, he headed up the hallway, aiming for the back staircase. The hidden staircase was supposed to be a fire escape, but they could easily be used to quietly sneak up a level. He didn't want to head down the stairs, fighting his way through bullets flying through the air. Instead, he'd make his way to where her rope was still hanging, it would be a hell of a lot easier to slide down a rope than climb up it again. She had spent weeks committing the building to memory, and he had been doing exactly the same.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

The woman on the floor didn't take kindly to being bossed around by anyone, especially not some punk with a gun. When his hand clapped over her mouth, her jaws parted and teeth were set to bite down on the curves of flesh tucked against her lips. However, thinking better of it, she drew her lips in over her teeth to prevent the temptation of following through with her initial thoughts. Instead, she remained as calm as possible, silently telling the organ thumping in her chest cavity to slow itself to a normal rate. Head leaned forward against his hand, ears struggling to listen to any other foreign sounds or indications that the fire would resume. Eyes peered around the corner, scanning the darkened room for any movement. The man with his arm extended to her face withdrew the hand to lean forward and whisper against her ear. Both. She repeated back to him, accepting that confirmation to her suspicions concerning his career. Her heart gave an erratic pump, body leaning away from him. If he was a cop then he was the enemy the enemy was claiming the people shooting weren't friendly fire. So if they were enemies of her enemy did that make her friends with the owners of the rogue bullets? Of course not. Then again, who could she trust? He was asking her to come with him, no telling her, which must have meant he did have intentions of arresting her. She certainly didn't want to be imprisoned, but what else could she have done? He was right, getting to safety was a first priority. The blueprints of the building were brought up in her mind like a screen to a computer. She knew where her escape route lay in respect to where they were. Come on. She whispered to him, keeping her bag wrapped around her wrist as she silently crept ahead of him. I'm sure I know this building better than you. Maybe she didn't, but she certain didn't want to be shot in the back. In front of him, she pressed her back against the wall, hands pressing to the coolness of it.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

She was leading him exactly where he had hoped to go, his form remained flat against the cool wall, following behind her, ready at any moment to draw his pistol and fire. He'd already accepted he was in a life-threatening situation, and that force may be necessary to save his life. They were killing each other in a merciless, ruthless, and heartless fashion. He wasn't just a cop anymore, he was a man trying to escape with his life. The pistol in his hand had quickly become his best friend, his target coming as a close second- as she'd give anybody they ran into somebody else to aim for. He didn't plan on letting her get shot, but attracting the bullets away from him, if only for a second could allow him to line up a shot a lot easier. This is why he let her lead, especially since she seemed intent on going to the same place he was. He let her lead, as they slowly crept along the halls, as the sounds of voices could be heard throughout the halls now. The voices were far away, no words could be made out, it was just obvious that somebody was shouting at someone. It was down the hall, which made Detective Adair a little more aggressive in his movements. He pulled his body off of the wall and began to walk down the hall, a quick walk in which his feet barely left the ground. He looked forwards to the red exit sign, one of the few lights shining through the dark hall. He pressed his back against the wall beside the door, holding his pistol with both hands. He looked down the hall, and nodded his head towards the door, signaling for her to lead through the door. He wanted her to lead, open the door for him so he could be ready to aim for anybody waiting for them in the staircase. He whispered quietly, We're going up, to the way you came in, I'm not fighting my way downstairs through automatic fire with only a pistol, and I doubt you're armed. It sure doesn't look like you've got a place to store a weapon in that suit, anyways...
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Intelligence was not a quality Dianna was sorely lacking. She understood well that he voiced no complaints to her leading simply because it would mean she was a shield for him. He may have been physically stronger, but she doubted he was as agile or flexible as her. He was dressed plainly, almost thuggish while she was perfectly camouflaged in the darkness with her black form-fitting black suit that served as a second skin. It would be harder to see her figure than his, especially when she moved so quickly with the shadows. The shoes on her feet were specially made for events such as these. She walked silently down the hallway, still keeping her back angled toward the wall. The door leading to the fire escape was within her line of sight, the Exit sign almost waving to her from high above. When they reached it, he spoke again. You don't know what I have hidden in this suit. She replied in an almost inaudible whisper. Hands tightened on the doorknob, turning it slowly until she heard the latch creak open. Being cautious, she ducked slightly behind it until she noted the coast was clear. Sliding inside the stairwell, she slowly ascended the stairs to the top landing. Repeating what she had done downstairs, she opened the door to the room from where she had entered. It was quiet inside, almost exactly like she had left it. Eyes scanned the room, finding the window that was slightly ajar. Locating it, she took a step toward it before stopping. Something seemed off. . . The moonlight was not breaking through the glass as it had done before but was completely blocked off instead. She followed the thick shadow all the way to the top of the figure's head, catching the whites of his shadowy eyes. His arm moved to point another silvery object at her. Before she could warn the man behind her, the shots were fired. Dropping down, she rolled out of the way. Arms were grasped over her head again, trying to protect it.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Every step, of the staircase, he matched his pace to hers, holding his pistol aimed at the ceiling, but ready to draw it and fire at any moment. As he was pacing the stairs behind her, he finally got to see her in an illuminated environment. The fire escape stairs were well-lit, metallic, and completely empty except for them. His eyes stayed ahead of her, watching in front of her, ready to do whatever it took to get them out of the building. He couldn't help but notice out of his peripherals, how attractive her form was within the tight suit. He quickly pushed the thoughts out of his mind, there was no time for distractions right now. Out of the staircase they crept into the nearest room, and this is when Detective Adair made his biggest mistake. He trusted her read on the room, and entered it, turning his form to close the door behind him, double-checking for anybody else in the halls. His back was turned, as he closed the door, and before he had the chance to turn he heard the ever-familiar sound of gunfire, and watched as a hole appeared in the door. He then felt as if somebody had wound up a sledgehammer and slammed him in the back, as he cried out, his left hand twisting behind him to hold where the bullet had slammed through his torso. The exit wound was what made it worse, as it felt another hammer had slammed through his chest, the bullet cleanly going in and out of his body. He twisted to the left to cover his back, and as he twisted he swung his right hand around his body, aiming the pistol for the shadow that was wielding the automatic gun. He fired three rounds, the first one slamming through the window beside the man, but the second one was dead on. The sight of blood could be seen on the window behind the man's head, as he dropped without a sound, the third bullet moving with his swinging arm and firing into the ceiling. He dropped to the floor and began to gasp, holding the exit wound on his torso, quickly realizing how lucky he was. The bullet had cleanly gone through his ribcage, taking out nothing but painful, burning flesh. He hadn't been crippled, but my god, was he disabled. He remained on the floor, as red lights flooded the room with the alarm triggered by his first errant shot. He drew another heavy breath and began to crawl towards the window, realizing that they had attracted the dropped foe's friends. He started to try and stand, shuffling, favoring his left side greatly, using whatever strength he could find to escape. He made it to the window, when he noticed, in the light of the full moon... was Sergeant Johnston, Detective Adair's superior officer. He dropped to one knee again, realizing he had just shot a fellow cop in the forehead.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Dianna couldn't stand to watch the exchange between the two men. She wasn't even sure which one- if either- she should hope to win the battle of flying metal ringing throughout the room. Crouched against the wall, the woman had made herself appear as small as possible so that the fired bullets were barely missing her form. Though blinded by the darkness of night, her ears were perfectly in tune with every sound that reverberated against the walls. The sting of gunfire assaulted both her ears and her nose, but it was only when the glass broke did she dare to life her head to peer out of her secured position. In front of her, the man initially firing dropped to the ground with a thud, a stream of colorful liquid splattering across the illuminated panes behind him. The bullets ceased, the room falling still again except for the sound of one struggling to breathe. Dianna unfolded herself, stretching out her lean arms and legs from her torso. Turning toward the police officer, she shook her head in remorse toward him. Guilt stabbed at her heart for not warning or trying to protect him, but at the same time she was relieved he had been hit. It was a totally selfish revelation, but it meant she could escape more freely. In fact, she could completely leave him behind to die. . . Only, she couldn't. As he pulled himself to his feet, Dianna was behind him. She watched him drop to his knees, the woman tugging on his arm to help him stand. Come on, get up. We have to go. Her voice was urgent as she bent down, snaking her shoulder under his arm to become his supportive crutch. What are you doing? Get out the window and I'll help you when I get down. Go on, climb!
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

His was still as pale as a ghost as he found himself entranced by the revelation of his boss's corruption. And he was left in shock overthe fact that he had just ended the man's life, his dead eyes staring up out towards the window. He then felt something tugging at his shoulder, and the survival instinct got his body moving before his brain clicked into what he was doing. He was still numb, too many thoughts trying to run through his odverstressed brain, before they all got shut out by a single revelation. He was falling, fast, his hands were around the rope and as his mind clicked into action he gripped on, slowing his descent, wincing in pain as extended to keep himself from dropping. When he dropped, he still only awkwardly drop off of the rope and onto his knees, bending over against the concrete, his left hand covered in his own blood as the crimson stain appeared darker and darker through his clothes. He knew he needed to stand, he needed to fight, he needed to survive. But he was disabled, so many little movements required the muscles that had now been torn into, and something as simple as standing caused him such pain. He remained on his hands and knees, his forehead against the cool pavement, his hands were cradling the exit wound that was just above his left leg, somwhere close to his hip. He managed to raise himself to a single knee, and only found the strength to twist and watch his companion make their way down when gunfire rang out from the building. It wasn't at the window she wad dropping from, instead somewhere else in the museum as it was obvious the war was continuing. He saw her form upon the rope, and he could only pray she'd make it down safe. He needed her now, and he knew it, she could just run, save her own ass, and leave him behind. The people upstairs had to be bad people, what was his sergeant doing there, with an AK-47 in his hands? So many things he wanted to question, but couldn't, as instead he had to focus on something else. Something that was usually so simple, but it felt impossible, as Patrick found himself in disbelief at his inability to stand up on his own two feet. His knees felt so much more comfortable, as he was mentally and physically exhausted.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

This punk cop in front of her practically fell out the window, barely clinging to the rope as he slid down to the ground. Her hand reached out in front of her as if to grab him, though there was nothing she could do. He was acting strange, though she knew he had to be disoriented from the, what did they call it? Oh, yes, GSW- gun shot wound. Canting her head, she looked down at the dead man whose blank eyes were staring back up at her lifelessly. She was certain she didn't know him, yet the undercover agent had seemed so distraught when he fell beside him. Surely it wasn't just out of remorse for defending himself. He was a cop, he had to be used to taking lives by now. Dianna was the epitome of grace as she slid out the window and glided easily down the rope to the ground. She stood back for a moment, watching as he struggled with his wounded body. The internal battle was beginning, her head and heart competing against each other. One said to leave him while the other said to help him. I don't know how you found me or where I became careless. You really thought you could arrest me, didn't you? She spoke hurriedly as she walked over to his crumpled form. I'm going to help you because you kept me from getting shot. She whispered to him, bending down again. I can't carry you so you have to walk. I realize you're bleeding. Take your shirt off and hold it to your wound to slow the bleeding while we travel to the car. I'm parked over in the garage off Clement Street. The woman was being gentle as she helped tug him back onto his feet. Lean on me, come on. She began to walk, half dragging him behind her. God, you're heavy. Come on, cop, walk with me here.