<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZjkwYTE0MjItNDE0ZC00ZjAzLTk1NTctZTQ4NDFiZWEwMDNjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjA0MDAwNDY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,666,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Julio Basilio Rodríguez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15648883#msg15648883)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Jules, El Commandante, El Jefe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>light grey vintage Duran Duran Rio album cover T-shirt, vintage blue Levi's 501 jeans, white Adidas Superstar sneakers with black stripes, injection-molded polymer concealed carry holster for custom 1911 and concealed carry injection-molded polymer double single-stack magazine case, leather concealed carry holster for S&W Model 649 revolver<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3/5/2050 | 11pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>"Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arkady<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Late night defensive combat<br/><hr/><br/>OTs-33 Pernach in hand, Julio made sure he had the gun in semi-automatic firing mode in order to make sure that the blocky slab of post-Soviet machine pistol would be controllable. With 18 rounds of 9x18mm Makarov in each of the three magazines that he had on hand, Jules felt good about his chances of getting another gun to defend himself with if and when more mooks find him especially considering he still had 8 rounds of .45 Super for his custom 1911 plus 1 in the chamber and two spare magazines.<br/><br/>As he slowly crept up to the construction site, Julio felt a tremendous sense of trepidation. He had no idea what the force numbers were like on the other side of this and had no idea when the MCPD SWAT would arrive and if they’d be able to tell who he was considering that he wasn’t wearing something that would be readily identifiable to them. It occurred to him that he really should stay put in order to not get caught in the crossfire between SWAT and the presumably armed group that was at the construction site when the former arrived but he still had to make sure that the armed group stayed put in order for them to be arrested.<br/><br/>“The fuck am I even doing here man…” he muttered to himself as he pushed up to a sturdy bit of cover that he could use to peek around to see what was around the corner. “No backup, no gear, no guarantees that backup won’t accidentally shoot me… This is all just a bad idea altogether… I really need that cavalry…”<br/><br/>Hearing a group of footsteps approach his position accompanied by what he could discern to be Russian, he knew that there were several footmobiles around the corner. Knowing that he’d need to drop them with haste, he figured that he’d use the element of surprise to his advantage and pop them in the head instead of going for shots to the body in case they had body armour.<br/><br/>Keeping the Pernach in a tight grip and close to his body, to reduce the chances of being disarmed of the machine pistol at point-blank range, Julio pivoted out of cover and channelled his power. Focusing on his abilities, he made his skin denser and more difficult to penetrate, as well as doubling the density and kinetic energy of the 9×18mm SP-7's Makarov rounds as they left the muzzle. Just as he peeked out from behind cover he pointed the Pernach’s muzzle in the general direction of the closest mook’s head and punched out a handful of shots.<br/><br/>Within the span of 5 seconds, the three mooks who had started their investigation all had at least a single round punch through their skullcap and collapsed, unresponsive to the followup shots that Julio put through their heads to make sure they were indeed dead.<br/><br/>“Three more for the coroner.” muttered Julio, keeping his skin, muscle fibres and bone tissue as dense as he could without jeopardising his ability to move quickly and quietly.<br/>