Supernatural Terrorist Situation {Memphis}

[Cole "Batman" Armstrong]

Deep in the recesses of his lab, under government protection, Cole was working biochemicals. He had on his thick lens and lab coat, being careful with all the ingredients that he had to handle. The phone in his pocket rang and he stepped away, carefully setting down the tube of chemicals.

Digging the phone out, he flipped it open. “What?!” He shot over the phone line, aggravated that he was being interrupted when he was so close at creating a chemical that could turn a supernaturals insides to mush.

He could barely understand the lieutenant on the other end of the phone. He was yelling and screaming out orders while trying to explain the situation. Finally, Cole got pissed off enough that he yelled over the phone. “I’m not fluid in idiot, SO-” He had to steal a calming breath, “Please, speak slowly and clearly.”

When the lieutenant finally relayed the situation to Cole, his lips curled upwards in a sinister smile. This was what he lived for, testing his bioweapons on the enemy. He flipped his phone shut and went to get his military garb on. His belt that he made especially for him was full of vials that held the bioweapons.

He walked quickly down the hall outside his lab, his shoulders bunching from the muscles that were tensing up. He was ready to go have some fun.

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Outside the bank that was being held up, Cole was listening to orders with a flustered look. He hates to take orders. It was why he loved working in the lab. He had nobody to take orders from but himself. He was waiting for the order to go in. Once inside he could decide what bioweapon would work best on these terrorists.

The lieutenant made a gesture with his finger to Cole, giving him the thumbs up for go time. “Get in there, Batman,” he said gruffly to Cold. This was what he was waiting for. He ran across a field next to the building, hunkering low to conceal himself. The lieutenant had told him exactly where to enter without being seen by the terrorists.

He came up to a door that was hidden on the side of the building. It was behind another wall that jutted out from the building. He flashed the keycard that was given to him. It unlocked the door and he slid in carefully, not wanting to give his entrance away.

From where he stood he could hear voices and moved slowly in their direction. His blue eyes focused while listening to his surroundings, in case one of the terrorists were spying out of another room. He wanted to be prepared for anything.

Shit, he couldn’t wait to walk out there to these badasses. When he got to the end of the hallway he dropped low and peeked around the corner, counting out how many there were of them. These otherworldly terrorists were hanging out with their big bad ugly faces and weapons he couldn’t quite decipher.

He knew the perfect weapon. He pulled out a grenade from his belt. It held a biochemical in it that would really mess these guys up, but once he tossed it he needed the humans to evacuate quickly, so he had to do this precisely.

These were the type of situations he lived for. The rush of adrenaline was thrilling. He decided to really make this interesting. There was a terrorist standing just on the other side of him. He grabbed another grenade, one in each hand and he stepped calmly out of the hallway. Pulling the pin on one grenade, he threw it to the middle of the room. It would be mere seconds before it initiated. He yelled out for the innocent people to run.

He heard the screams around him, as well as the beasts yelling out orders for nobody to move, until their yells turned into screams as well. The chemical thrown would have some weird affects on them. Their skin looked like it was bubbling with ugly boils.

The beast to his right, standing near the door turned towards him at that point and he brought the grenade out to his enemy. “Let’s share. You’ll take the grenade, and I’ll take the pin,” he held the grenade out to the beast. When the otherworldly creature just stared down at the grenade, he dropped it in front of him. “Oh, my bad. I already pulled the pin.” And he rolled back into the hallway he came, ready for the action to begin.

He was certain this wasn't all of them. He wasn't called in to take care of small situations. He was usually called in when they needed a mass of supernaturals to be immobilized. The ones he just attacked were only keeping guard, so where were the other creatures?

[Memphis Gracie Fox]

[glow=blue,4,300]Click Click Boom[/glow]

Her luck was shit. That’s right, bottom of your sneaker, wipe it off on the curb, stinking dog shit.

New Orleans was all smooth and humid; deep into all kinds of religions, fattening food, and old money. Memphis had fallen in love with the thick southern accents and manners, the cheesy ‘ghost tours’ and the coffee shops where it was still legal to smoke a cigarette inside while you drank the black bitter stuff and munched on greasy powered sugar covered beignets.

She’d gotten comfy and freaking lazy. Sure she called Bael every once in a while to tag along on his ‘jobs’, and had even put the smack down on a couple rabid werewolf punks. (Punks was putting it mildly. They were flea infested and slobbering at the mouth kind of rabid; unable to take human form anymore. Yuck.)
But mostly the huntress just hung out in the Tattoo shop she’d rent out and marked up the skin of some real hot bad boys and some real gullible tourists.

Her favorite were the Paris Hilton wanna-be’s that paid her double just to stop inking them because they were pansy-assed and it hurt too much.
They’d run out with only half a butterfly or heart and the staff would celebrate by inking each other.
Foxy had begun to have quite the collection of tattoos and piercings. The good ones hidden, of course. She couldn’t very well let a cock-sucking vampire bitch get a hold of a belly-button ring or something. OUCH.

Long story short she had gotten used to N’awlins and even begun to call it home; so it was just her luck the fucking place had turn into the Hell mouth.

Sure, at first it just seemed like a few extra freaky-deakies had come to the bayou town to vacation for the summer. Vampires were always aplenty. She blamed Anne Rice for that. *smirk*
But in the last week the huntress had taken down more than usual, and according to her daily newspaper (to most people these would be the rag-mags whose usual front page story was Bat Boy or Elvis lives!) the town had become a hot bed of weird activity.

Damn. Was it a full moon already?

That was the other thought that zipped through Memphis’ head as she flipped the cigarette in between her fingers; dark eyes locked on the nasty mother-fucking demon-things that had corralled her and a bunch of other good-for-nothings in the bank a few hours ago. Why the hell didn’t she just pay the fee for the AMT outside?

These certain demons were from the Fae Realm, had come in all business man and woman at first, and then after taking control of the bank, let their ‘glimmer’ wear off. God they were ugly. And they smelled like freaking baby powder. Disgusting.


When the hero of the day came in all guns-a-blazing, or rather, rolling in like one of the A-team and throwing some kind of little orb of manufactured weapon, Memphis watched him with only partial interest. Who the hell was this guy? Bat Man?
She rolled her sharp eyes and waited all back of the bus while the other civilians scattered, and then reached into the pocket of her black jeans for a lighter; inhaling deeply as she lit the little cancer stick. God. That was so fucking good.

Funny thing, those ugly mo-fo’ demons. They weren’t smarter than a fifth grader, that was for damn sure. Memphis watched as the dude rolled away with the grenade pin, and the demon just stood there all ‘I go boom now?’

“Mother Fuuuuu…” The huntress dove into the hallway and landed in a roll. Holding a hand over her mouth and nose, she waited for the ‘hero’ on her tail. He swayed into the corridor just behind her, and she grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulling him. “This way, Superman, there are more in the office that way.” And she pointed to a group of hulking blobby shadows coming into view from a door way a few feet away.

Springing up Memphis made a run for the stairwell. The elevators were on stall because someone had pulled the fire alarm, and she wasn’t about to take a whiff of that stuff that had made the creatures skin boil and puss like that. The stairwell was the best route. She had access up, or down, and there was always a wall to jump behind when the bullets started ricocheting.

The hunter pulled out her piece. She wasn’t exactly sure if jacket was full of silver or UV rounds today, but what the hell did it matter? Either way it would sting a little if it hit the eyeball, or the head. That’s if it didn’t kill them. The supernatural fucks were fickle. Sometimes silver took them down, sometimes it was just like hitting them with a booger. But THOSE fuckers went down with a round of rock salt shells. Yup.

[Cole "Batman" Armstrong]

Cole was being tugged by the shirt collar as he came around the corner and into the corridor. His eyes met those of one brown haired woman that was extremely beautiful. Of course, his thoughts went right to the gutter, like they always did. She was going on about more dark faes being that way, but he was too busy checking out her ass. “It’s Batman,” he corrected the name, but then he blurted out a lame ass reply. “And hello beautiful. Will you play Batwoman?”

But then, she was off, heading for the stairs. What the fuck? Why was she heading for the stairs? Wasn’t she a civilian? He was suddenly conflicted with going after her to make sure she didn’t get killed or going into the room to handle these ugly mofos. He cursed at the walls and decided to just quickly throw one of the grenades into the room where the big shadows were coming from then darted up the stairs behind the woman, except she was two or three flights up already. He wanted to call out and tell her to hold up, except he didn’t want to alarm any of the dark fae that shit was going down.

From behind him he heard some scrambling. The faes were obviously being hit with the grenade, but there must have been more in another room. He heard their footsteps coming up behind him. “Fuck! I knew I should have looked harder and let the woman fend for herself,” he grumbled roughly under his breath.

He came around the second flight of stairs and threw his back to the wall. He already had a grenade out and pin pulled. He dropped it on the stairs, watching it clink, clink, clink down each step until they hit the fumes from it. He grabbed the railing and tugged himself hard up the stairs.

Man, he really needed a fuckin’ cold ass beer. What the hell was this shit about? He never ran into situations like this. He always went in, cleared them out, left a mess behind and went back to his lab or home.

Now where the fuck did that beautiful woman run off to? He was here to save the civilians, not send them packing up the stairs. He needed to get her out with all the chemicals he was tossing in the air.

[Memphis Gracie Fox]

Click Click Boom

Memphis couldn’t help the smirk that ghosted across her face at the name he had dubbed himself. She supposed it was fitting, considering her russet eyes lit on a utility belt full of do-dads and things that when BOOM POOF, followed by the thud of things hitting the ground.
Damn, she had to get one of those!
The huntress hoped to whatever was holy that the name indicated he was a hard core hero. Those half ass tough guys just didn’t get shit done.

Of course this was supposed to be her day off from everything; the tattoo shop and hunting, so she was light on ammo. Darting quickly into the shadows, the huntress used the cover of darkness to sneak up the empty stairwell. Switch backing up the stairs, Memphis held her breath as she followed the flight of steps all the way to the roof.

Where the hell was Batman? Foxy thought he was right behind her. She rolled her chocolate eyes. Figured. A guy can’t even consider that the woman would have a good plan. Screw it. She wasn’t freaking Batgirl, she was WONDERWOMAN.
Memphis had seen the window hoist earlier when she’d come in. Two guys were either cleaning, or fixing a ding in the glass.
Just before the freaky beasts from the Twilight Zone had taken over, the two guys left for lunch. That hoist was still hanging there, and she could take her best guess it would get her in front of the room where the rest of the fae were hiding out. Hell, they might even have another hostage in there.

They didn’t call her Fox for nothing. She was all graceful slinking past the heavy exit door and crouching low across the hot asphalt roof, gun at the ready, keen eyes darting around ‘til they fell on their target. The lift.
Looking out over the edge, it seemed that traffic hadn’t slowed down one bit if they knew what was happening inside the bank. She held her breath and leaned back; suddenly dizzy for some reason. Maybe she’d think twice about left over tacos from the corner for breakfast. Hello indigestion!

Steeling her self for the challenge, Memphis threw one leg over and began to climb down.

(( Its kinda’ short, I know, but I had this brilliantly comedic scene in my head and I had to get it out. Left it up to you if you find her climbing into the lift or just hear her starting popping the thugs through the window next post. XD ))

[Cole "Batman" Armstrong]

With the smoke of chemicals behind him, Cole continued up the stairs. He had no idea where that woman had run off to, but there was a loud banging noise on the floor just beneath the roof. Cole darted towards the wall, pressing his back against it and listened to it intently.

He could hear some beasts through the door, barking orders with their loud voices. He hoped the woman hadn’t been dragged into there. He glanced up the next flight of stairs, torn as to diving in and seeing if she was in the room or going up the stairs to see if she went out on the roof.

“WOMEN!” He growled harshly under his breath, shaking his head. They were nothin' but trouble. His ex-wife was proof to that!

He did not like to be conflicted, not while on a job. He needed a clear and level head. If he busted through this door he would be worried about this woman, and he would have the issue of not thinking quickly on his feet.

Banging his head once against the wall, he wanted to yell at the sky. When he found that woman they were going to have words. She should have waited for him, so he could ensure her safety. He couldn’t when he had no idea where she ran off to.

He came to a conclusion. He darted up the stairs one last flight and out the door, hunkering down and glancing about. The woman was not on the roof, having missed her by a couple of minutes. He was so frustrated. It left one spot. She must have ducked out in that room full of beasts. “Fuck!”

He ran back out the way he came, moving quickly, yet quietly down the stairs and back to that door he heard the beasts behind. He would have used a grenade, but in such a confined area he was going to need to think fast and locate the woman.

His hand reached for his pistol and pulled it from its harness, flipping the safety switch off. “Here comes Rambo,” he said quietly to know one and reached for the handle of the door.

((It's cool. I had him come out on the roof, but he didn't see her before she went over. I wanted to give her some time to lower herself down before he heard the gunshots. ;p ))

[Memphis Gracie Fox]

Click Click Boom

Memphis told herself not to look down at the street below, but when she had she ever listened to anybody, numero uno included? Her dark chocolate gaze fell down to the bustling traffic below and her stomach flip-flopped, the contents of breakfast making a reappearance in her mouth. Reluctantly she swallowed, closing her eyes and taking as many deep breaths as she needed to calm down the butterflies wreaking havoc on her insides.

When all was right in queasy town the huntress gripped the side with one hand and flipped the power switch with the nose of her gun. It began to move them down the building at a snail’s pace.

Ah…freaking demons. The group had their ugly backs to the window, and whattaya’ know? They had another hostage.
Wide, terrified hazel eyes locked on hers, and immediately Fox pressed her index finger to her lips. The last thing she needed was the civilian wasting her advantage.
With a thankfully knowing nod the human pulled her knees up to her chest and inched slowly away from the monsters.

-Good Girl-

And good fucking ugly ass demons. They made real good targets.
The first pop echoed like a lightening bolt across the big blue, effectively breaking the big window.
Another pop, pop, pop followed and two of the monster went down, but the other screeched like a bitch and took off into the hall beyond; sans hostage.

Fuck yeah!

Too pumped up on adrenaline, Mem didn’t even notice the people mover shake as she crawled through the broken window, but she sure as hell felt the sting as a shard caught her upper arm. “Damn it!” She clutched the seeping wound, rolling the rest of the way across the carpet towards the civilian. “You okay?” Memphis asked, though she hardly cared one way or another.
The female was blubbering like an infant, but she nodded an affirmative so the huntress left her be, reluctantly pulling herself up to stand and then pressing her back against the door jam.

Coast seemed clear. Jesus, she really wanted to nurse the leaking slice on her arm instead of going after Mr. Ugly, but damn it if she wasn’t a glutton for punishment. She wanted to pop more demons for ruining her day off.

[Cole "Batman" Armstrong]

Cole had just opened the door to the room when he saw that crazy ass woman standing outside the window on a lift. He was about to say a few choice curses when he saw her gun raise and heard the distinct pop, pop, pop sound come from her gun. He immediately dropped to the floor, hiding behind a desk for fear that this woman might accidentally shoot him. You can’t trust women with anything. Such sarcastic thoughts, but deep down he was getting turned on by this display of bravado.

He cautiously peeked up over the desk to find two beasts down and one running off, screaming like a banshee. He stood up so quickly, checking himself for any holes and cursing the whole time. “This is why I don’t work with people! I could have been shot!”

His eyes darted up and he watched the lift wobble at the window, and he was sure the woman hadn’t seen him enter the room yet. He actually wobbled on his feet, watching the woman crawl through the window. When he heard a hiss, he strolled so fast towards her and looked at the civilian. “Give us a moment, please,” he jerked the woman to her feet and off to the side at about the time that she tried to stand.

“What. The. Fuck. Are you doing?!” He asked before glancing down at the wound on her arm. “Jesus H. Christ! You cut yourself. Keep pressure on it and stay with this hostage. We’re getting out of here…after I get that last fucker.”

His finger pointed to the ground. “Stay. Here.” He instructed the woman before he darted off down the way the demon had fled. The hallway took him into another office area. He paused near the doorway listening before looking in quickly. As he did a shot was fired at him, and he quickly ducked back. His heart hammered in his chest from the adrenaline rush. This is why he did what he did. He loved to live dangerously.

A growl came from the room, as well as another sound. It sounded like the beast was reloading. He spun around the corner and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the beast right in the center of his forehead. “That’s right, bitch,” he spoke to the beast before turning and heading back in the room where he left the women.

[Memphis Gracie Fox]

click click boom

Mem’s mouth dropped open, her russet eyes growing wide in incredulity.
Was he just addressing her like that? Had he not just seen the righteous feat she’d pulled off hanging out of the window God only knew how many stories up?
Who the hell was this guy?

For once the chocolate haired huntress was at a loss for words. Damn him for being such a pig-headed male, and damn him for looking so good while being an oinker!
She grunted and watched him take off after the demon, shaking her head as if to jostle some sense into it.
The civilian was openly weeping and when Foxy rose to follow after him she was met with more snuffling and a tight grip on her leg.

‘Don’t leeeeeave meeeeee!’ the woman wailed, and Memphis shook her leg as if to cast off a booger.
“Lady, let go of me!” She snarled and then catching the terrified look on the woman’s face; forced a softer tone. “Look, you’re safer here. Just stay put and I promise I’ll come back to get you when the coast is clear.”

Yeah, right.
Like she’d ever followed through on a promise to anyone, let alone a snot dripping dead weight civilian. Holding her still seeping arm, Memphis went out into the hall, nearly knocking ‘Batman’ over when he came barreling back in.

“Just who in the hell do you think you are ordering me to stay put while you and take out the mark that was so obviously mine?” The huntress lit into him; one hand on her cocked hip, one on the door frame for support. “Didn’t you see me take out those other nasty fuckers and come through the window like freaking wonder woman? Wasn’t that a clue that I don’t need anyone…especially not a -man- coming in to rescue me?”

The woman’s coffee colored eyes were full of fire, her tongue shooting daggers. Red, faced and trembling from sheer anger, Memphis blew out the side of her mouth to move a lock of long hair that had fallen across her brow.
“This is my thing. It’s what I do. You can just take your bomby things and that arrogant ass and move on out. I got it. Now if you’ll excuse me…since it seems like all the danger has been sorted out, I’m gonna’ get the crap outta’ here before the cops show up.”

With that the huntress pushed roughly past him, accidently knocking into him with her bad arm. It drew a curse from her as pain surged through the wound, but she bit down hard into her bottom lip to stifle it, not wanting to show even an ounce of vulnerability.

Of course the bank was still on lock-down, and Foxy winced at the sound of sirens in the distance. “Shit!” She muttered, feeling like a caged rat.
Back tracking through the hallways, she went back up to the roof, scoping out any possible route of escape. Another string of curses fell from her lips as she discovered there was only -one- way. Inhaling deeply and steeling her gut with what she was about to do, Memphis let it out on a sigh and took off in a sprint towards the roof of the building next door.

Thankfully it was a little lower than the bank, and she landed in a roll that merely scraped up the palms she held out to stop herself.

“I. hate. Demons.” She muttered and rose, dusting off her pants and the abraded hands.

[Cole "Batman" Armstrong]

Cole was smiling as he thought of that furious look that the woman had given him before he ran off. Smirk on his face, he ran into her as she came out into the hallway and nearly shot her to boot. “Grah!” He shoved his gun away and scolded her back. “When I tell you to stay put I mean stay put!”

Then he realized she was dripping with venom. Her eyes were lit and she was going off like a firecracker. His blue eyes sparkled with laughter, an unspoken amusement there. “Your mark?” He laughed. “Honey, I hate to burst your bubble, but I was ordered to come in and take these bastards out. I’m not sure who is pushing your paycheck, but the government is pushing mine. What good ol’ Uncle Sam wants, good ol’ Uncle Sam gets. Capiche?”

He drank in the woman’s defiant posture and felt a fire ignite in his loins. He went about trying to nonchalantly adjust himself. He loved a woman that was as mouthy as he was. “Listen here sweet cheeks. I saw you take those assholes out, since you nearly took me out as well. I was lucky the bullets didn’t hit my already wounded heart.” He brought a hand to his heart and feigned a look of pain across his face.

“Excuse me? You’ve got it all wrong. This is my thing!” He watched her as she shoved passed him. When she cursed he followed after her. “Why don’t you let me help you out? I can get you clearance out of this place.”

Why exactly was he following her? She went through the hallways, going back out to the roof and he was still storming out after her. Oh, that’s why he was following her. He wasn’t done with this little spat.

He watched her launch herself to the next roof. He went to the edge and stared over the precarious edge. He stepped away thinking of following then paused and walked back to the edge with a curse. “Dammit!” He shoved a hand through his hair. Without another thought, as he was afraid where he would truly land if he thought too much about it, he ran and leapt to the next rooftop to follow the woman.

Hitting the lower rooftop with a roll as well, except it was not nearly as graceful as her landing. He finally got up with a curse. “Women!” He chased after her. “Yo, Wonder Woman! Batman ain’t done with you yet!” His feet hit the rooftop heavily until he got closer to her.

“You’ve got some explaining to do! I can’t go back there and explain why there are two different bullets in these demons cavities. Who you workin’ for? If you say you are pro bono I’m going to give you hell.” By this time the gap was significantly smaller. It was enough that he reached out for her arm and spun her around to face him. “I’m talkin’ to you!” He said with a growl.