These guards seemed a little better than the others. More alert, more focused. Coordinated. The markings on their foreheads signified their status as clones. The ‘sigmas’?
He took a small device from his front pocket, tossing it over his shoulder into the hallway where the group was gathered. A split second later, a brilliant flash went off, accompanied by exclamations of surprise. His cue.
Zouichi charged out into the hall, taking advantage of the guards’ momentary disarray to take out each officer one by one. He knew exactly where and with how much force to strike a human being to kill them instantly. Which meant that he also knew how to put one of commission without killing them.
He just wasn’t usually required to do it.
Zouichi put this knowledge into practice now, clotheslining one guard, then striking another hard in the abdomen. He brought a fist down on the back of a man’s neck, using his prone body as a shield as one of the others began firing with her energy weapon. No problem; he thrust another guard facefirst into this new threat, kicking him forward with one booted foot. The officers collapsed in an uncoordinated heap even as Zouichi grabbed a man who decided to take a charge at him, throwing him easily over one shoulder and into the door behind him.
The man in charge, who had been further behind his subordinates, had begun barking panicked orders, trying to take control of the situation even as Zouichi made his way through the security squad. Most of the guards Zouichi simply took out with one blow, looking almost careless as he tossed aside one or delivered a swift, calculated strike to another. Their commander fell quickly silent, cowering against a nearby wall. It had taken less than half a minute for the sigmas to be effectively neutralized.
Zouichi wrapped a gloved hand around the commanding officer’s throat, shoving him against the wall and tightening his grip. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to restrict the flow of air.
“Hello,” Zouichi said, almost cordially. “Any more of you about?”
The man shook his head violently, hands scrabbling upward in a vain attempt to loosen Zouichi’s hold.
“Your identification, please.”
With trembling fingers, the officer attempted to extract a card from one of his pockets. It clattered noisily to the floor, the sound echoing in the nearly-silent hallway.
Zouichi smiled, took the man out with a blow to the side of the neck. “Thank you.” He released the officer, whose body slid slowly, bonelessly downward. Then he picked the keycard up, brushing delicately at it to clear it of dust.
(Fatal) injuries: Still 0.
He backtracked to the room from before, used the keycard to slip his way in, and placed his remaining stickers on the underside of several of the large pieces of equipment, where they were likely to remain unnoticed. Done, and done. Time to get out.
Re: When Teams Divide
He took a small device from his front pocket, tossing it over his shoulder into the hallway where the group was gathered. A split second later, a brilliant flash went off, accompanied by exclamations of surprise. His cue.
Zouichi charged out into the hall, taking advantage of the guards’ momentary disarray to take out each officer one by one. He knew exactly where and with how much force to strike a human being to kill them instantly. Which meant that he also knew how to put one of commission without killing them.
He just wasn’t usually required to do it.
Zouichi put this knowledge into practice now, clotheslining one guard, then striking another hard in the abdomen. He brought a fist down on the back of a man’s neck, using his prone body as a shield as one of the others began firing with her energy weapon. No problem; he thrust another guard facefirst into this new threat, kicking him forward with one booted foot. The officers collapsed in an uncoordinated heap even as Zouichi grabbed a man who decided to take a charge at him, throwing him easily over one shoulder and into the door behind him.
The man in charge, who had been further behind his subordinates, had begun barking panicked orders, trying to take control of the situation even as Zouichi made his way through the security squad. Most of the guards Zouichi simply took out with one blow, looking almost careless as he tossed aside one or delivered a swift, calculated strike to another. Their commander fell quickly silent, cowering against a nearby wall. It had taken less than half a minute for the sigmas to be effectively neutralized.
Zouichi wrapped a gloved hand around the commanding officer’s throat, shoving him against the wall and tightening his grip. Not enough to kill him. Just enough to restrict the flow of air.
“Hello,” Zouichi said, almost cordially. “Any more of you about?”
The man shook his head violently, hands scrabbling upward in a vain attempt to loosen Zouichi’s hold.
“Your identification, please.”
With trembling fingers, the officer attempted to extract a card from one of his pockets. It clattered noisily to the floor, the sound echoing in the nearly-silent hallway.
Zouichi smiled, took the man out with a blow to the side of the neck. “Thank you.” He released the officer, whose body slid slowly, bonelessly downward. Then he picked the keycard up, brushing delicately at it to clear it of dust.
(Fatal) injuries: Still 0.
He backtracked to the room from before, used the keycard to slip his way in, and placed his remaining stickers on the underside of several of the large pieces of equipment, where they were likely to remain unnoticed. Done, and done. Time to get out.