Thread: Rise of the Knight Rider (Noon_Shadow and Superheroinevengeance)

Donny was working on the second crate when he heard a fizzling sound competing with the humming of the large overhead lights. He looked up, expecting to see a light shorting out, but there was nothing apparent. Still, something gave him an itch on the back of hiss neck. Any operation these days made it feel like there was a target on your back-nobody wanted to get taken out by a girl wearing tights-it was humiliating, and a serious job hazard. As he cracked open the second crate, making sure the guns were in it, he heard Vin speak up. Hey, you guys smell somethin? Just then, Donny did, and his heart started racing. Shit, knock-out gas. It has to be the Night-Bitch. A second later, Vin hit the floor, collapsing into a lump. Cover your mouths! he cried out, pulling up his collar over his face as a makeshift air filter. It would buy a couple minutes, maybe, depending on how strong the stuff was. Then the lights went out, trapping the five conscious men in the dark. She'll be out there, waiting on us, we need to bust out strong, he said, as he reached down to the crate in front of him. The weapon he scooped up was an assault rifle, and he felt around for a magazine, slapping it into the weapon, ready to fire. Over here, the backdoor, called Gio. Then there a brief flash of light in the room, and a halted scream as the door jolted, shocking Gio. The shock was intense enough that his body flew back a few feet before collapsing. Drake sighed as he spoke to his girlfriend through the comm in her suit. Even though he wasn't there, and his receiver went directly into his ear, he still kept his voice low out of habit. Babe, you're supposed to save the one-liner puns until AFTER they're already knocked out. You don't want to overuse them-I might just have get bored of you. Not that it was likely he would get bored of his young girlfriend. She had the figure of a goddess, but the sex drive of a devil. He couldn't look at another woman without deciding that Paige was just better looking, and did more to boil his blood than any Hollywood starlet could. After he hit the lights, he glanced back at the monitor he used to track her vitals. Despite the physical exertion she'd already been through, her pulse rate had barely risen. It was only in the heat of a real fight that she'd really start showing any signs. She was in peak physical condition. Even though he was a skilled swimmer, he had to admit that he simply couldn't keep up with her physically-she was tougher and more fit than he was. And she looked like a walking sexual fantasy in that suit. He gave her one last reminder. Keep in mind your vulnerable spots, and take them down quick. The suit was made out of top-of-the-line materials, all thanks to his father's company, but even those materials had their limits. There was just no way to make the joints of her suit strong enough to stop a bullet, not while allowing her the freedom of the movement she needed. Everywhere else she was fine, but if a lucky shot caught the back of her knee, she was going to go down. Donny stumbled his way over to the door. Someone else had gone down due to the gas, he wasn't sure which. He knew Julio was at the side door, someone else right behind. Donny pointed the gun at the door, the three of them ready to go. Hit it! Julio then slammed the door open as Donny pointed his gun outside, looking for a target...only for the darkness to come right back in on them as the door slammed into julio's forehead, knocking him back, slamming him in the floor. Donny growled, then stepped forward, kicking the door back open, and started spraying fire into the air, looking for a target. Bring it on you fucking bitch!