OOC: Mine are armored merchs not SUITS.

Lee watches as two of the large armored mechs positioned by the front door turn and begin to concentrate their gun fire at the group advancing toward the explosives hole. The thugs begin to run toward the action. Lee flips a switch and the wheels on his feet deploy.

"Shall we target the core?" Griff asked in his usual eager way.

"No I think we should play with them a little. I'm thinking 150 MPH, Aim for the shoulder."

"You never do what I want." Griff says in a mimicry of Lees own normal whiny self.

Lee just laughs a little and shakes his head. He was feeling good today, He wanted to enjoy it a little. He braces his SUITS for the rocket force and deploys his spear. Setting it in his arms like a lance he turns the throttle up to 150 and launches off at the mechs. Just as fast he pulls down the throttle, it takes him a matter of moments to reach the two firing mechs. His spear penetrates straight through the flimsy joint armor on the mechs large gun arm. Lee retracts the wheels and grinds to a halt turning as he dose.

He leaves behind him two deep trenches where his feet dug into the ground. He spins his spear around in a show off sort of way before The two mechs are able to turn their gun fire on him. Lee smiles a little and a message comes over the com from Griff.

"Can we take them apart now?" He inquires.

"All in due time." Lee replies.

The mechs open fire on Lee right as he hits the thrusters again. This time the boost propels him into the air and he dose a sort of twisting leap over the two mechs. He hurls his spear down at the one already missing an arm and it just manages to penetrate into the shoulder armor. Without thinking he boosts again, just enough to send himself falling on top of the mech below him. He lands expertly on top of the mechs shoulder, using his weight and momentum to drive the spear in deep. Smoke begins to come out of the gaping hole.

"Danger, thrust up." Griff warns, right as Lee sees the problem. A Thug in the window with an RPG. He Boost off the shoulder, pulling the spear and a bit of mechanics out with it. The mech begins to burn up, a situation not helped any when the RPG slams into the mechs shoulder, where Lee had been a moment before.

"Locking onto human target, Shall I execute?" Griff asked.

"Yes." Lee replied as he dropped down thorough the air. His right shoulder mounted machine gun fired. The man had taken cover behind the wall, but it was no good against the bullets he was using. They went straight through and the count of registered threats on his display went down by one. Lee boosted a little, enough to cushion his fall, He had a lot of work ahead of him and wanted to save on strain where he could. He faces the mech he had destroyed, it was on fire now. The pilot was trying to bail out but his gear was jammed with some metal. It had come out with the spear and gotten lodged in their. Lee felt a little sorry for the man. "What a way to go." He commented as he though he heard Griff snicker.

The pilots comrade had no such problems with the issue however. As he took aim at Lee and Griff, Obviously intending to fire through his comrades burning tomb. "No honor among thieves I guess." was all he had time to comment on before the man began to open fire.

Damien was padding through the hallways, taking care to stay out of the path of the gangsters running around in there. Just then he heard a familair voice on his intercom.

<Damien, this is Jack, I'll be at your position in maybe a minute or two. If you distract the guards, I'll nab the target and get out of here.>

He grinned to himself.

Distract them eh?

"I copy that. Distraction begins... now."

A wide-eyed, panting gangster ran out in front of Damien. Suddenly, he was lifted into the air by an invisible hand, and he dropped his rifle, reaching for his throat. Around him, his fellows turned to look at the sight of one of their comrades struggling in mid-air.

There was a faint shimmering, and suddenly Damien stood before them, a single gauntleted hand holding his victim up by the neck. Damien snapped his free hand out to one side, and his long wristblades sprang from their housings on his wrist, then with three quick cuts, he sheared the struggling man in two.

Out came his double glaive, the blades igniting in incandescent plasma, and he leapt into their midst as the first gangster started firing.

"Did we get them all, Ziltal? I can't see any more stationary electronics." Leon asked.

<Affirmative. Full scan shows only mobiles.> A bright flash lit up the screen.

"What was that?"

<Its a lightning based weapon. On an enemy SUITS. Shut down electronics visor?>

"Do it. Also, that lightning gun... How big is it?"

<Small enough for Alexis to modify to fit my right arm, if thats what you're getting at.>

"Activate claws right before I land. Keep stealth on until then."

<Gladly.>

Ziltal danced across the compound rafters until he was just above the unknown SUITS. He dropped from the sky, and bounced right on the back of the SUITS, plasma claws blazing. "Sorry guys, just don't hit me or the gun. We can improve our arsenel if I can dismantle it." "And as for you, take this!"

Ziltal's feet latched on the back with left arm at the shoulder. The right claw kept striking at the elbow joint until the right gauntlet fell loose, dangling only by strings. "And here's a parting gift for you. Ziltal, ar sin." The explosive was released into the left hand, and Leon attached it to the unknown SUITS back.

<Might I remind you that isn't remote detonate. It will go off when either a spark, gun fire, or pressure ignites it. Get our gun and get away from there.> Leon ripped the right gauntlet off, said over the intercom, "Gordon, hit the back of the SUITS when you want to see some fireworks. Just keep good distance when you do." and started dashing out to find a place to store the gun.

OOC: jeeze guys, wait for me.

Another voice, strangely young and sing-songish, came crackling over the communications through the SUITS within the building.
“…she’ll be coming ‘round the mountain, she’ll be coming…” the voice was lost when Slipstream, charging in at an alarming, wreckless speed, screamed into a SUITS that had crept up behind Gordon’s Angel SUITS. Suddenly, Slipstream anchored down her front legs, effectively using momentum to carry her back legs and, subsequently, her tail, whipping around at a catastrophic speed.

The bulging stinger slammed straight into the legs and abdomen of the ready-to-pounce enemy SUITS, sending it cannoning into the other side of the wall. The SUITS slid down the cracked plaster, static in its wake. Then, shaking off the stunned appearance, it looked for its assailant, who had mysteriously, miraculously disappeared from the ground.

Fortunately, it was equipped with an extra set of eyes that looked up, and spotted the spider-scorpion-like SUITS just as it scuttled onto the ceiling and let loose a barrage of paper thin bullets. It brought up a shield manipulator and the diamond-shaped bullets bounced harmlessly off, before returning fire, forcing Slipstream to perform a set of both death and gravity-defying stunts in order to avoid the deadly bullets. Its armor wasn’t too bad, but it couldn’t afford being dented.

“Sorry I’m a bit late in coming. Slipstream and I had a… misunderstanding,” Eileen said in the com that linked all SUITS together. The SUITS charged and pounced again. With an audible ‘EEP’ Eileen forced herself to flip forward, curled into a small ball, and rolled underneath the attack. The SUITS, equipped with a set of thrusters, turned in midair and sent a sweep of hot fire through the air just as Slipstream activated both shields and crouched low, hiding from the heavy fire. There was laughter from the enemy SUITS.

“You’re just a prissy young girl. Give up, and I won’t be so hard on you,” the SUITS said. Eileen didn’t reply. Instead, she split the shield and sent another volley of slicing bullets towards the opponent who dodged with ease.

But in that dodge, Slipstream was up and racing forward again. Eileen allowed herself to streak past the SUITS, and, before it could react, leapt onto the vertical wall and propelled herself onto the back of the enemy SUITS.
“Claws!” she commanded, and it was done. The retractable claws, stored in each individual finger, slammed into the back of the SUITS, effectively digging and finding a grip in the opponent’s armor, despite there being none. Her four legs slammed into the limbs of the enemy SUITS, and the extra set of limbs over her shoulders slammed down on the helmet, it’s razor-edges making deep dents into the armoured head. The tail was poised to strike.

The enemy SUITS reacted by spinning violently around, trying to shake Eileen off. Eileen grimaced as her plan went wrong and she found herself slammed into the ground, the full weight of the other SUITS crushing her own.
<Sarcastic comment initiated: He’s certainly got a crush on you. End comment>
“Shutup and help me.”
<Reply: Will do. End reply.> Briefly, Eileen thought, Goddamnit, I really should ask Marcus to reformat how Slipstream speaks.
Slipstream responded and Eileen felt a surge of power as she flung the SUITS off her, slamming it into the wall again. Her own SUITS slightly dented, she nevertheless rolled to an upright position without much trouble and lurched forward at breakneck speed, using the trick she used before and swinging around at the last moment, tail like a huge mallet.

It struck again, but only dented the armor of the opponent some more.
“GODDAMNIT!” she wasn’t happy. She swung again and again, serving only to dent and stun the opponent but not doing any real damage.
<Thought: You’re not hitting the right places. Try going for the head. End thought>
Eileen complied, and felt a satisfying crunch of metal plating and hardware as she connected with the headpiece. In that moment, Eileen felt a flicker of confusion, as a thought suddenly began lurking at the back of her head. She didn’t bother waiting for it to surface. Instead, she discharged a round of her specialised, cutting bullets into the SUITS and watched it penetrate the chest armor with ease, making vital cracks into the protective armor.
“Finally,” she activated her right manipulator and cracked it into the enemy’s head.
It wasn’t a killing blow, but it did serve to shut down the SUITS and send the operator of the SUITS into unconsciousness.

<Warning: two mercs are heading your way. Two o’clock. End warning>
“Did I ever tell you I’m the worst at direction?”
<Reply: no. End reply>
“Well, next time just bring it up on the visor. I don’t know where two o’clock is,” Eileen gritted her teeth and leapt upwards to get away from an increasingly concentrated gunfire heading her way.

Thomas was sprinting toward the warehouse from his position. It was taking him a bit. Thought the SUITS was relatively fast, it was still pretty big, and he had been a good distance away. A voice chimed up as Thomas ran.

"Perhaps the thrusters would be useful now, Thomas?"

Thomas gave a small grin. He knew when his SUITS was trying to be sarcastic.

"Fine, whatever. Activate thrusters, forward motion. Height is not a necessity."

The pack on Beowulf's back began to flare up, and with a great force, Thomas was jetted forward. His pack was normally meant to allow him to jump to great heights, not for quick distance running. But, improvisation was what field fights were all about.

As Beowulf got very close to the warehouse, the pack fizzled out and deactivated. Sadly, Beowulf was large, and as Thomas learned in his basic Pyshics class, 'Velocity+Mass = Force', and Force equalled Momentum, which Thomas currently had lots of.

When the pack turned off, Thomas kept going at a pretty quick speed. He went through the hole in the wall, and saw the two armored mercs that were firing upon Slipstream. Thomas knew that she wasn't good with directions, and wouldn't be able to see them in time. Then, Thomas decided to use his momentum to his advantage. He reached to his side, and pulled out one of his plasma manipulators. When he activated it, the plasma shot out, and took the form of a large axe. As he moved quickly by, he held his axe out, so that the blade would be at neck level with the mercs. With a surprisingly satisfying swishing sound, Thomas passed by, and his axe seperated the merc's heads from their bodies.

Thomas kept moving, and he connected with the wall on the opposite side of the room. He hit the wall, and then went through the wall, creating yet another hole in the cheap warehouse. When he finally stopped, Thomas looked around.

"Beowulf, report damage."

"Along with the common scratches and dents, the functionality of the right leg component will be slowed due to the crushing of some wires. All in all, not bad for crashing into a wall. Of course, damage would have decreased by 24.53621% if you had chosen to use my shield when we struck the wall."

Thomas snorted.

"Like it matters. We've got to give Samuel SOMETHING to do when we're not out here."

Thomas turned on his neuro-communicator, and began to talk to Rick.

"Rick, take Striker and head upstairs to meet with Damien and Jack. They're going for the target. Watch their backs, we don't know what's guarding the hostage. The rest of us will stay down here to hold off any other distractions. I can only assume that our party has been found out, and we'll most likely be met with their reinforcements."

Thomas then switched to communicator to Damien's com.

"Damien, I'm sending Rick up with you guys. Try not to kill him on accident when he shows up. Readings say that the hostage is up there somewhere, but we can't get an exact location. Look around, and keep quiet. We don't know what they have guarding her. See what you can see, then report back before you engage."

Thomas turned off the communicator.

Eileen activated her left manipulator, detached it and allowed her extra set of 'arms' to grip it in a way that the concentrated fire from the mercs were deflected off her back as she scuttled expertly across the ceiling. She reached the hole newly created by the heavily armoured Beowulf and clambered out, forcing Beowulf to crouch behind his shield as the mercs tried to follow Eileen up and out.

"Clinging with ease on the wall of the building, Slipstream waved a casual hand towards Beowulf before pointing to her own intercom, indicating that he should turn it on.
"I got a good idea for us to try out on these two mercs, but it requires both of us," she said as soon as she was confirmed that Thomas had switched on the intercom.
"Can you use your shield, run to one side of them, while I run to the other side, then slam our shields together? It'll make one helluva sandwich, if you get what I mean."

Suddenly, the volley of violent firing increased, and it was evident that another merc had joined the two in harrassing the two SUITS.

"Make that a sandwich with three types of filling," Eileen added.

OOC: EDIT: umm... Raiden, isn't it "Velocity*mass=force", not Velocity+mass?

(OOC: Which reveals why I got a 'C' in Physics...)

Beowulf held his ground with his plasma manipulator shield in place. He looked up at Slipstream, and turned on his intercom when he heard her message.

<"I got a good idea for us to try out on these two mercs, but it requires both of us. Can you use your shield, run to one side of them, while I run to the other side, then slam our shields together? It'll make one helluva sandwich, if you get what I mean.">

Thomas nodded Beowulf's head, and then turned his comm off.

With a little force, Beowulf stood from his crouching position. The SUITS had been right, he could feel that the right leg wasn't nearly as quick as it had been before. But, he managed. He deflected blasts with his shield, and quickly got to one side. He turned his comm back on.

"Alright, Eileen. Let's do it. I can't hold this position for very long."

(ooc: That, and mass * velocity != force. force = mass * acceleration. mass * velocity = momentum, though, so if you just cut out the word "force" you could bluff your amazing physics ability past any of us)

<Why did you just dig a hole?>

"I couldn't find a place to hide this. So here it goes." After gently setting the gun in place, Leon prepped for a real fight. "Engage evasive: sub demolitions program. Continue until enemies are eliminated. Activate thermal scanner. Highlight allies, and set auto-targeting to anti-friendly-fire. Ready?"

<I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Just get in there.> Ziltal commented, and the screen lit up with red and green figures. Leon bounced back in the building, stealth activated again. Every 10 seconds, an airborn shiny silver demon appeared to launch an explosive at a merc or SUITS, and then quickly disappeared again. Ziltal cackled while Leon laughed maniacally. "And they removed me from S.W.A.T. because they thought I was too dangerous! Hahahahaha!"

Lee had just enough time to leap to the side as the mech opened fire, He rolled as best he could hearing the loud pounding of metal as one of his wings took a quick volley of bullets.

"Wing strength down 12%." Griff informed him.

"Thanks for that." Lee replied a touch sarcastically but still in a good humor. He managed to regain his feet and began circling around the Mech. It apparently had a 360 swivel on its hips. As the shots ripped the ground apart where Lees feet had been he threw his spear at the hulking metal war machine. The spear bounced off harmlessly.

"Force insufficient." Griff informed him of yet another useless piece of information.

"We have been over this, things like that need to be said BEFORE I throw our weapon." With that Lee lowers his wheels and ignites his booster moving quickly around the mech and jetting off a little distance to retrieve his spear. Thats when he got a clever idea. He maneuvered himself near the building and jumped up to the second story window. Grabbing a hold he quickly swung inside. He Found the RPG that had been launched at him earlier and checked the floor. Sure enough their was another round, half loaded into it.

Lee managed to get it loaded and was moving down the hall just as the wall became swiss cheese. He picked up his pace to stay ahead of the fire coming from the mech. He leapt out of the second window and landed expertly onto the ground. When the mech pilot noticed him off to the side he turned to open fire on him yet again. "How many bullets dose this guy have?" Lee asked in an exhausted sort of voice."

"2,354....recounting....recounting..." The computer responded as the mech began to open fire. Lee boosted high into the air, performing the same practiced acrobatic move. This time instead of throwing his spear and landing on it however he launched his RPG. The RPG flew straight to its target and detonated it. His target however was not the mech firring on him, but his Allys mech lying at his feet. The mech exploded like a gigantic shrapnel grenade. The explosion knocked the mech flat on its face while the array of shrapnel on its back cause the rotation gear to lock. It was stuck their. "2,253 bullets remaining. Target immobilized, 20% shrapnel damage to left arm, 15% explosive damage to left leg. All systems still functioning within acceptable parameters. Shall we detonate the enemy?"

Lee thought about it for a moment and then decided against it. He wasn't hear to kill, he had a civilian to rescue. "No, we have a mission to carry out." He moved quickly over to the hole in the wall, gunning down a few thugs that got in his way. He entered quickly hoping it would be cleared out by now.

"That's alright. You don't need to. On the mark... MARK," Slipstream got into position with surprising ease, and the Mercs looked about with confusion at the speed at which they went into position.

But they did not stay confused for long as Slipstream's two shield manipulators activated and locked together, then heard her shout 'MARK'

At that point, Slipstream dug both its pairs of legs in, and Eileen's torso bent to the ground, its two extra claws jutting from her shoulders also digging in, just as Beowulf charged forward. The coiling burst of power in all legs anchored on the ground was sufficient enough to counter Beowulf's sudden and powerful charge... well, according to Slipstream's accurate statistical sensors, that is.

The resultant collision could only be explained in the most gory fashion ever: The three mercs, caught between two walls, were unable to get out of their way fast enough. Their heavy armor stood no chance against two speeding walls coming in like they were intending to squash a rusted car in the Junk yard. The crash from both sides sent the three mercs cannoning and twisting painfully together, before the reinforced armour began to bend and warp under the sudden pressure, pushing into the merc's bodies uncomfortably - heck, that's an understatement - so that many breaking, cracking pieces of their heavy armor began to penetrate their precious skins and shatter bone and squash organs.
A merc's horrified cry was cut off abruptly with a fountain of blood as the merc's neck armor became twisted metal. The other two writhed in agony as best as they could, but the combined forces - still applied by both sides as Slipstream (now struggling a bit from Beowulf's strength and endurance) and Beowulf continued to force their shields together - of both sides soon ended their attempts.

Pretty shortly later, Slipstream was looking at their masterpiece: Twisted metal and flesh of three mercs, with various limbs still intact, stuck to their plasmus shields, and slowly incinerating - dripping - away from the surfaces.

"What do you want to call this move? The Jaffa Maker?" she joked to hide her disgust at the mess they made.