<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268242.msg13339101#msg13339101">Quote from: IrishBAMF88 on July 10, 2017, 07:15:39 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>A Guide, a Loner, and a Pilot...</em></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em>'<strong>Sasha</strong>' - The Guide<br/><strong>Ivan Trodnik</strong> - The Loner<br/>'<strong>Lex</strong>' - The Pilot<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The Great Swamps - Abandoned Church</span></span></strong></em></span></div><br/><br/>Despite what firefight was going to await them, they would have very little time to come up with a full blown strategy, with Sasha only nodding as he pulled out the magazine from his assault rifle, checking it to ensure it was fully loaded before pushing it back in, sliding the bolt back to ensure a round was loaded. As for Ivan, he sat himself up, rifle in hand too, though kept that shotgun close in case the Marauders got inside the church. Hopefully, they wouldn't, as they had to precisely take these men down and out fast.<br/><br/><strong>"Just take time with your shots...these guys love to spray all over"</strong> He referred to them mostly just opening fire with little to no hesitation or aiming involved. And that would certainly be seen soon in just a few moments. They would allow for 'Lex' to get around these guys and flank before Sasha nodded to his friend. Quickly they leant out from their windows and doorway and began to open fire, several rounds going off as one of the men up front quickly went down, flying back with his weapon being flung into the swampy mud around the church. The others began to duck and cover, firing off rounds that whizzed by them or struck the outer walls of the church. Now was the time for Lex to get around them and fast. Meanwhile, they would keep them occupied, Ivan shouting something out in Russian at them before opening up a few more shots, striking another that tried to run for cover.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Lex nodded softly in agreement, Bullets were like a commodity in this day and age for people like them. It wasn't like they could just open fire and hope the bullets did their job of putting down their prey. She had to be tactical and methodical. A few bullets here and there could be used to round up her prey but if she was to run out surely they would put her down faster than an injured mule. She slipped through the back door of the church pulling her blue tinted goggles down over her eyes as the god beams of the sun peeked through the tips of the trees. She hated it when they did that, Always obscuring her vision at the most inopportune times.<br/><br/>She struggled her way between the treeline and around the back of the group that were descending on their location. Her hand cupped her gut again as a sharp pain tugged at the makeshift stitches in her side. It was going to leave a scar but it wouldn't be the first battlefield injury she'd sustained over the years so to her it was just another trophy on her skin. Before moving in the Pilot checked the gun one last time to make sure it wouldn't jam or seize up while she was making her big move. The plan was to get their attention from behind maybe take down one or two with a shot to the leg or arm getting them disarmed. She exhaled and wheezed slightly. It had been a while since she shot a gun that didn't have a guidance system.<br/><br/>Pushing off the rock she was curled against as the group walked past beneath her through the swampy waters she raised the pistol and took aim. The closest masked thug was none the wiser of the bullet he was about to get in the back of his leg. She had hoped that Sasha or Ivan had some kind of silencer when it came to the pistol but beggars couldn't be choosers. She held her breath as she pulled the trigger. A crack punctuated the sound of Sasha and Ivan's bullets causing the larger Marauder to drop down into the mud. Two of his friends that heard the sound of another gun turned to look for the origin of the sound that came from behind them.<br/><br/><strong>"Welcome ta th' zone, Boys"</strong>Alyxandra shouted as a maniacal grin washed over her face as she took aim again at the next raider that threatened her and her friends firing off another shot as adrenaline pulsed through her body. The corners of her lips pressed their way into her cheekbones and her teeth gritted together as she remembered what it was like to be behind the gun pulling the trigger instead of being on the other end. The next bullet flew through the air and found its mark lodged in the shoulder of the enemy when she had been aiming for his heart, but it was better than missing. When she was done crippling the group, for now, she moved back for fear of the flurry of bullets that were going to make their way towards her already damaged form.<br/><br/>Alyx hoped it was enough for Ivan and Sasha to get a few good shots off on the now distracted enemies. She had to trust that they'd follow her lead and know when to strike when the iron was hot.