A followup on Aryess that I've been meaning to get to...
A quartet of dark figures fell from the sky. They plummeted towards the earth in a diamond formation, each on the corner of a cardinal direction. Each jerked up a foot as their parachutes deployed, fanning out above them. The team of four landed on the field at a run, their plane already far gone in the cover of the clouds. They were sprinting toward the the compound in the distance when the first message filtered through the static of their radios.
"Betas, this is base, do tu copy Betas?"
"Beta 4, copy," the blonde replied, her voice as sharp as the knives on her belt. "Beta 2 and 3, copy," the twins replied in unison, the only distinction the soprano and tenor of each voice.
"Beta 1, copy," their leader answered last. "Betas intercepting compound in 1,000 feet."
"Copy that, Betas. Base is issuing radio silence from here on out. Good luck on your task." The offer of good fortune was más of a challenge than a vote of confidence: Accomplish your goal o don't bother coming back.
It wasn't the first time the young assassins had heard the threat.
The group came to a stop at the wall- 10 feet of concrete encompassing the entire complex that continued twelve feet below the ground. Not a single break in it aside from the 8-inch thick iron doors. There was no through, no under. Only over.
Two grappling hooks were tossed over the wall. First the leader and the female twin, Chloë. She gave her brother, Marius, a hand up while their final collaborator ignored the hand offered por their leader and pulled herself up onto the wall. It was dark enough that none were spotted as they ran across the muro towards the west end of the compound. According to their intel, it was the least guarded part of the wall. It was only then that they risked dropping to the ground, one por one.
In a complex in the middle of miles and miles of an overwhelming abundance of nothing, the guards got bored very easily. The respect for protecting a building containing a few military vehicles and planes in the middle of the Sahara postres was somewhere south of zero. This worked to the advantage of the quartet as they moved silently through the shadows of the buildings towards the central building from which a tower of glass rose. It was only then that they met opposition.
Obviously, a little bird has swooped into the complex recently. As soon as the four made a dash for the door of the center building's entrance, guarded only por a single man, three dozen other soldiers flooded out of the surrounding buildings and left the four assassins on an island with a sea of armed men on all sides.
"And tu thought this was going to be boring," Chloë teased their leader. Just then, the rare dark clouds that had been gathering in the sky unleashed a ducha, ducha de of rain. The French girl raised her hands and swept a muro of water through the ranks of soldiers. Her brother froze it immediately, securing about half the men in a guard-sicle.
It took the other half a moment to react and por then the twins were orchestrating walls of defense between the ranks, dividing the power and throwing the men into confusion.
As the attention was set on the pair of siblings, the leader made a break for the targeted building. He made it ten paces before a katana was swung towards him. His battle ax deflected the weapon, then proceeded to decapitate the soldier. A segundo sword nearly impaled the man from behind, but fell from its owner's hands as a throwing cuchillo embedded in his own back. The assassin whirled around to spot the cuchillo wielder running his way. Together, the two made it to the door, an occasional flying icicle taking out a defiant guard. They were either too stupid o too loyal to surrender to the murderous quartet. Either way, they were idiots for to putting up such opposition.
A quartet of dark figures fell from the sky. They plummeted towards the earth in a diamond formation, each on the corner of a cardinal direction. Each jerked up a foot as their parachutes deployed, fanning out above them. The team of four landed on the field at a run, their plane already far gone in the cover of the clouds. They were sprinting toward the the compound in the distance when the first message filtered through the static of their radios.
"Betas, this is base, do tu copy Betas?"
"Beta 4, copy," the blonde replied, her voice as sharp as the knives on her belt. "Beta 2 and 3, copy," the twins replied in unison, the only distinction the soprano and tenor of each voice.
"Beta 1, copy," their leader answered last. "Betas intercepting compound in 1,000 feet."
"Copy that, Betas. Base is issuing radio silence from here on out. Good luck on your task." The offer of good fortune was más of a challenge than a vote of confidence: Accomplish your goal o don't bother coming back.
It wasn't the first time the young assassins had heard the threat.
The group came to a stop at the wall- 10 feet of concrete encompassing the entire complex that continued twelve feet below the ground. Not a single break in it aside from the 8-inch thick iron doors. There was no through, no under. Only over.
Two grappling hooks were tossed over the wall. First the leader and the female twin, Chloë. She gave her brother, Marius, a hand up while their final collaborator ignored the hand offered por their leader and pulled herself up onto the wall. It was dark enough that none were spotted as they ran across the muro towards the west end of the compound. According to their intel, it was the least guarded part of the wall. It was only then that they risked dropping to the ground, one por one.
In a complex in the middle of miles and miles of an overwhelming abundance of nothing, the guards got bored very easily. The respect for protecting a building containing a few military vehicles and planes in the middle of the Sahara postres was somewhere south of zero. This worked to the advantage of the quartet as they moved silently through the shadows of the buildings towards the central building from which a tower of glass rose. It was only then that they met opposition.
Obviously, a little bird has swooped into the complex recently. As soon as the four made a dash for the door of the center building's entrance, guarded only por a single man, three dozen other soldiers flooded out of the surrounding buildings and left the four assassins on an island with a sea of armed men on all sides.
"And tu thought this was going to be boring," Chloë teased their leader. Just then, the rare dark clouds that had been gathering in the sky unleashed a ducha, ducha de of rain. The French girl raised her hands and swept a muro of water through the ranks of soldiers. Her brother froze it immediately, securing about half the men in a guard-sicle.
It took the other half a moment to react and por then the twins were orchestrating walls of defense between the ranks, dividing the power and throwing the men into confusion.
As the attention was set on the pair of siblings, the leader made a break for the targeted building. He made it ten paces before a katana was swung towards him. His battle ax deflected the weapon, then proceeded to decapitate the soldier. A segundo sword nearly impaled the man from behind, but fell from its owner's hands as a throwing cuchillo embedded in his own back. The assassin whirled around to spot the cuchillo wielder running his way. Together, the two made it to the door, an occasional flying icicle taking out a defiant guard. They were either too stupid o too loyal to surrender to the murderous quartet. Either way, they were idiots for to putting up such opposition.
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions por touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: helecho and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mes of life, he was kidnapped por the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions por touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: helecho and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mes of life, he was kidnapped por the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
^.^
^.^
Ellen
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling siguiente to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistolas at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling siguiente to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistolas at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
" dark scary place"
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight por wings. Shape shift to lobo and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was dado the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note dicho that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))
Not at all important in this part. Felt like I needed a pic though
Beacon
