Wolf Trap

Summary:
March 14 2015: Jericho and Partisan strike at a HYDRA R and D facility. It goes South. Badly.

Colombia, Hydra R and D

Several underground levels of magical Research and Development all for the glory of HYDRA


Characters

NPCs

  • K'nert

Mood Music:
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Jericho knows that HYDRA's 'cradle' for magical investigations was Central and South America. So he's focused his efforts on finding their major research labs, components suppliers and training grounds. This one is big. It looks like a cocaine production facility in the Columbian jungle, but the reality is that the drug cartel itself is a front for some of HYDRA's more esoteric activities. Which is a bit of a head spin for the hacker but it makes sense. Some things no matter how despicable are accepted. Researching into realities beyond this one? Maybe less so. Either way Jericho is gearing up to leave in the CCU. He's doing a trick he ordinarily does only when he's alone, having powered his traces up and used them to project a 360 degree cylinder of readouts and manipulatateable data that he's parsing and organizing and processing before he heads out. He's called Partisan for this, naturally. Because who better?

***

Partisan is never late, unless it's "tactically late" that is. Today though, no she's ready for a run in the jungle. Nice freshly broken in jungle boots, nice dirtied up tiger stripe BDUs, a ratty boonie with the sides snapped up and a neat dull brown chest rig. Typical rolling gear then, well she's substituted the GM-94 for a short barrel Mossberg 590 but otherwise fairly typical. "Hey whats up, we gonna do this or what?"Cigarette smoldering as she slips up alongside Jericho, instantly adopting that familar "infantry slouch" she's had so much time to perfect.

***

"Yep." Jericho makes a gesture and it all collapses. The hacker picks up his blade case and an M-4 and slings a chinese automatic grenade launcher over his back, traces still powered up. He'll need that, he thinks. "Okay. So. Columbia jungle, close to the southern border. In a valley. Satellite scans show a multi-level subterra facility that is billed as drug production but seems to have the characteristics of an advanced research facility. I'll leave to you whether to breach from outside or risk a blind teleport in."

***

"Drop us inside, They'll be expecting a breach with the rebel activity that far sound. There would be significant patrol activity beyond the perimeter, I don't want to turn this into a grudge-fuck of a firefight so lets just be fast and mean instead."Part flicks her cigarette aside, before easing that familar gasmask on and cynching down the straps. Theres a final quick check of her AKSU, and that 1911 before she gives Jerry a familar look. Yeah, she's ready to go.

***

Jericho flips his own mask on and nods, pressing a button on his Outsiders comm. There's a flash of purple light and then they're somewhere else. "Okay. We're subterra ten meters, in the southeast corner of the complex. Quiet here so far." He glances around. "Research center will be that way. There's gotta be internal power somewhere."

***

It's subtle, whatever it is. Truth be told theres so much hoodoo going on down here it's easy to miss, just something else amongst the background noise. Nothing distinct but it's wierd, it's almost like static or white noise. Partisan though, well she has a job to do. So foreward she goes, that neat little Krinkov brought up to her shoulder as she skulks along. "You know, if we could get away with it? I'd just roll VX down here and wait a few weeks, no muss no fuss you know?"

***

"If I were convinced it were safe to teleport, I'd help." Jericho says grimly as he flips the M-4 off safe. He's a lot more attuned to 'wierd feelings' and this one is making him nervous as all get out. But they haven't been spotted yet. How long that's going to last is a good question. There's voices up ahead speaking in spanish. The hacker strains to listen. "Guards." He whispers as his eyes turn red so he can scan thermal. "Five of them. AK's and sidearms…. and someone with a knife."

***

Partisan frowns, easing off her safety as she gives the guards a good study for a moment. "Roger, ignore knife guy until he's last. Priority targets are the shooters, going loud in three."She eases down behind a conviently located 55 gallon drum, and takes a moment. Rolling her shoulders as she gets settled in and takes up an appropriate sight picture on the first jackass, well shit she can't even see a jackass with a knife from here. Then she gets to work, that suppressor doesn't really hide the presence of an AK down here but it does make it tough as fuck to figure out where it is. Not that it's an issue here, she drops the first guy with a solid T-zone headshot before moving to the next, and the next. It's a nasty string of six shots, and five dead bodies in well under a second. Somone's on the ball today it seems!

***

Jericho smirks as he comes around behind Partisan. All five dead. That feeling of dread is increaing though. Something's off. He takes a knee to examine the guy with the knife. What's going on here. The hilt is oddly ornate and the guy's dress isn't exactly what he'd expect of HYDRA magi. He picks it up and looks closer. Scrimshaw… scenes of hunters killing wolves…

Then the alarm goes off. "Crap, we're made." Jericho stands. No sign of them in the electronic systems. Someone found them though other means.

"Guards converging from the west and north. They're locking down the command center…" He pauses, looking around, scanning the map of the building. "There's a choke point two hundred meters that way." Knife hand. Military in him coming out. "Near a storage area."

***

Partisan digs a WP grenade from her chest rig and jerks the pin free, tossing it casually over her shoulder to let it light those bodies on fire. This is the mother fucking Partisan, why -would- she be scared right? All the same she does get a move on as that grenade pops and sputters to life, and well two hundred meters? She closes the distance in a hurry, before ducking a knee to slide behind cover with a grin. "Jerry relax, this is Hydra. Same chucklefucks as last week, and the week before."

***

The energy around them suddenly congeals and a bolt of malice heads right for Partisan. It's a very directed, very targetted spell. It's intended to attack werewolves. Intended to force them down so that hunters can deal with them. Jericho snaps off a few rounds down a corridor to suppress and then his head snaps around. "PART!"

***

It's one of those things, those just totally wild random battlefield things. Jerry sees it, Part sees it. She starts to move, and it's too god damned late. Theres a pop, and a sizzle and…nothing happens. "The fuck, was that!"She sends something of her own back down that corridor, stepping to the side to empty that entire fourty round mag. What connects, isn't even well aimed. It's a god damned piece of brass jacket from a ricochet which hits her neck. Normally she would shrug this off entirely, it'd be closed and healed before she even realizes it. Yet as she ducks back to exchange magazines, it doesn't close. It doesnt heal. It bleeds, and that magical "Static"? It begins to rise in intensity, very much like bad wiring and a cheap radio. Theres a pattern to it, a throbbing of…a heart beat. A gloved hand reaches up to dump her pack without even thinking, before she jacks that 75rnd drum in.

***

Jericho shoots again. The guards are coming faster. This is going sideways faster than any op he's ever seen before. Either they knew they were coming or they had some kind of supernatural detection system. He empties his magazine into a hallway full of guards and ducks back into cover, switching blade for sword. "More guards…" He reports, and then glances down. "Shit. Part, you're bleeding."

***

Partisan grunts, fuck why was her chest rig so fucking heavy all the sudden? "Come and get me you chucklefucks!"She leans back out with a wince, and well. It's not the usual, normally she sort've sprays that thing like a garden hose but now she's fighting to keep the carbine aimed down that hallway with some significant effort. She offers a glance towards Jericho as she starts to duck back away, but well she's just not fast enough. Rounds come pouring in and she goes down in a heap. The moment she hits the ground, theres this -CRACK- like lightning. Ears pop, lightbulbs burst and the temperature goes from the 60s to well below freezing in the blink of an eye. Its that whole, changing into the werewolf routine right? Just the same that static, yeah it's more like standing beside a waterfall now.

***

Jericho unslings the the grenade launcher and just unloads an entire cylinder down a hallway. The resulting carnage is best left undescribed. He takes a knee. "Part, I'm calling for extra-" Before he can finish there's another bolt that hits him in the chest. Fortunately, Jericho is of a slightly different construction, but by the time he's back up and traced out with that huge sword, there's a trio of magi coming down the hall. "Part, can you hear me? We need to move. Now."

***

The trick probably works on werewolves, which are a singular entity. Partisan however, is different. Theres a burst of light and a humm, it's like a transformer arcing out of control. The flash is incredible, and the noise alone is downright mind numbing. Standing at Partisan's feet is a wolf, or rather what used to be a wolf once upon a time. There are patches of light brown fur here and there, but the majority is a mass of scar tissue and open sores. One ear is just gone, an eye burned right out've the socket and the other clouded over somewhat. Those teeth though, they survived the fires. Even if you can plainly see raw yellow bone along that muzzle the teeth are there. The wolf doesn't pause, it doesn't wait for those present to regain their senses. It lunges after those magi with a sort've utterly otherworldly cry, that is the Partisan's wolf ladies and gents.
The woman we call the partisan is bleeding heavily from a round that skipped right above her collar bone, another through the side of the vest and one through the stomach. The wounds, yeah they're not healing either. Eyes glassy and empty, and well for all the world she looks utterly unresponsive.

***

Jericho swears rather sulpherously and drops to a knee again. He picks 'Partisan' up and looks about. Help should be incoming shortly. Just… hold a bit longer.

Rounds skip off his powerfields, sparking his traces. The hacker returns fire and then buries his blade in one of the still living guards.

***

Ever wonder why the Partisan fights the way she fights? Watch that wolf, it's pretty horrifying. She snags a Magi mid leap, sinking her teeth into his neck before shifting her weight and swinging almost over his shoulder to drag him down to the ground and nearly rip that entire fucking head off his shoulders. She's a blur of motion, dancing amongst the gunfire and ripping another man down in a scream of pain. Still she is only a wolf, and a half blind, half death burned to fuck one at that. She's taking hits, but it's having somewhat of the opposite effect. Foaming at the mouth as she dashes between guards, attacking anything and everything even vaguely human with utter resolve. It's a wonder what pure animal rage and hatred can do when channeled and bottled up for more than a hundred years, but it can only get you so far. Wounds stack up, and whilst the guards are packed tight enough that at first it doesn't matter? Eventually things are pretty haggard, Panting as she comes to rest in that hallway between the guards and Jerry. Quite literally dead whilst standing, she's been absolutely shot to pieces.
Part is, well not quite there. She has a pulse, she's breathing but thats about all thats good here. Unresponsive, losing blood at an alarming rate. It's a mess.

***

That's when K'nert arrives. The blue-demonwolf lets another hail of fire loose at the guards and magi and then folds his blade up and scoops up the wolf's corpse. He's a US Soldier. He doesn't leave people behind. He dives through the stepping disk into the red rock of Limbo with a bleeding out Partisan and a dead Part-wolf, panting and enraged. Lightning sparks in the sky above him. "K'nert. Find us a way out." Is all he says. Growls really. The demon nods and starts to move.

"Come on, Part, stay with me."

***

The wolf is, well beyond dead. The woman, isn't doing a whole lot better mind you. She's bleeding out, growing both more chill and paler by the minute. Of course she has no IFAK on her chest rig, but even then it's utility would be suspect here. Head rolling back as she gives a wet, stuttering gasp followed by another. You can plainly hear the wet burble as her lungs fill with blood, as it fills her chest cavity and begins to strain her heart with pressure. People die from less much faster than this, and well Part doesn't seem to be home. Only the basic level of fitness seems to be keeping her afloat, well her body anyway.

***

Jericho doesn't dare stop in Limbo to render first aid. Even with his status here, demons would be all over them in minutes. Instead he follows K'nert to another open portal and steps right into the CCU head quarters, sets Part down and lets his field drop. It's a pulse pounding minute as he retrieves the medical supplies and returns, lining Part and moving immediately to stop the bleeding as best he can.

***

Partisan isn't quite, gone but things do get pretty fucking sketchy for awhile. Eventually she does stabilize, or at least level off somewhat. The rest of this mess though, well thats more complicated. Whats left of the wolf is, well nearly pulped. It's really amazing the old girl held together as long as she did, all motivation you might say. The other half of that bodark, well is plainly unresponsive. The reflexes are intact, but theres nobody home here or at least no indication of it.

***

Emergency medication is patchwork at best. Frankly Jericho's doing what he can. If he can stabilize her he can go for some proper help but until that time leaving her is more dangerous than anything else. If she goes into arrest…


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