The red haired Turk looked up from the console and lifted an eyebrow at the ragtag duo. “What in the...?” He muttered where only his bald associate could hear before shaking his head and letting out a small chuckle. “If you’re trying to stop us, you’re too late. You see, once I push this button...” he gave Rauly and Lucien a cocky grin as he hovered his finger a foot away from a large red button, “that’ll be all folks! Mission accomplished!” With those last words, he whipped his hand downward towards the button, only for a shot to ring out around them. The source of the sound caused the Turk to move his hand from the button, wailing in pain as he flailed it about, cursing through his screams.<br/><br/>“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to count your chocobos before they hatched?” A female voice sounded behind the two men from the stairs. A brunette with a bob cut, wearing baggy pants and a simple tank top, stood there holding a smoking pistol. “I believe these belong to you.” She winked at Lucien before tossing the gun, and the rest of his gear and clothes.<br/><br/>“What the hell are you doing here?” Rauly exclaimed, surprised, but happy, as he asked the question with a slight chuckle through his words.<br/><br/>“Hein was fed up with you; between not answering his calls and hanging up on him, he needed to know what was going on, so he sent me here to observe directly, and act only if necessary.” She looked at the two Turks and nodded, “I think it was quite necessary, what with Asshat Number One and Number Two over here.”<br/><br/>“Hey!” The redhead called out through clenched teeth, not liking the fact that his hand was shot and now being ignored, “The name’s not asshat!” He whipped out a baton from his belt with his good hand, letting the bloodied one hang limply at his side, and rested the weapon lazily on his shoulder, “the name is Reno. And my laconic friend over here is named Rude.” The bald man remained quiet as he pushed his designer sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose when Reno introduced him.<br/><br/>“I apologize” the girl dramatically bowed, saying her words with a not so subtle sarcastic drawl, before rising back up. She headed towards the console, completely brushing past the two suited men, while they just look at her confounded by her lackadaisical approach to them. Nobody treated the Turks like this. “So, was this the button you were trying to press?” She pointed to the big red one, paying their gaped expressions no mind after examining the console.<br/><br/>Reno just stared at her, glancing at the button she was pointing to, then back to her, then back to button. The girl. The button. The girl. The button. Finally, he put his baton away and lunged forward, hoping to press it, only to be stopped by the girl’s quick reflexes. She swatted her hand at his, knocking her wrist upwards into his with a loud dong and a crack. He wailed in pain again, feeling the newly broken bone as his wrist swelled. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? FFFUUUUCK!!!” He held his wrist with his bad hand, hunched over on the ground. He tried to look up to see what could have caused the damage. It had felt as if somebody took a metal bat to his arm, but all he saw was a dainty female arm. Nothing out of the ordinary. So why did it hurt so much?<br/><br/>He got his answer when she held her palm up to his face, and found himself looking down what seemed to be the barrel of a gun. “What the...” his eyes widened as his mind processed the situation in which he found himself. But before she could go any further, Rude stepped in and threw a punch at the girl. She dodged it, but that gave Reno an opening to roll away from her, wincing as he grabbed his baton with his bloodied hand, and took a whack at her as well.<br/><br/>She just managed to evade his swing by leaning back, but only just barely as she could feel the tingle of electricity tickle the tip of her nose. She called out to Rauly and Lucien. “A little help here please!?” Rauly ran up, throwing the rifle to the side, not wanting to use it and accidentally hitting his friend. He rushed the two with fists at the ready.<br/><a class="js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/7d677a70-f271-4a23-91cb-a5a2b192d9c5-jpeg.4326/" target="_blank">
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