Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20160626062506

Nacoma came to a stop on a rooftop near the location. Hidden behind a billboard, she checked through her scroll, trying to contact the Pilgrims inside, to no avail. They must be in the middle of something. She peeked around, worried. She was never worried.

Inside, a thump was heard, as a guard jerked and fell to the ground. His friend, assault rifle in hand, spun to face the attacker, only to be met with a taser right where the sun don't shine, causing instant, painful unconsciousness. The three Pilgrims moved silently, heading to the sentry gun. As two stood guard, one of them brought out the tools for the job.

The tools, of course, being a knife and a taser.

Using the knife deftly, the Pilgrim pried off the casing leading to the gun's electronics. Checking the wires, she cut one, hearing the targeting system go offline, then jammed the taser in, its large number of volts coursing through the turret, frying it. Satisfied, she stood, ready to go to the next floor, when she heard a small click, of the door opening and a gun being cocked.

"Scatter!"

The three Pilgrims flew to the sides, narrowly avoiding the gunfire spraying through the room. The three BoB guards moved in, fingers on the triggers and eyes scanning. They split up, moving into the rooms on the floor looking for the intruders. One of them paced into a doorway, aiming his gun around. Without a word, he was tackled from the side. Pinned to the ground, he was helpless as one of the Pilgrims choked him out with his legs.

Another grunt pushed in, and managed to avoid the tackle from another Pilgrims. The grunt aimed the rifle, but wasn't able to fire before the Pilgrims hit it aside, punching her palm forward to break his nose. Yelling, he brought his hands over his face, allowing the Pilgrim to go for the throat, hitting the guard's windpipe and causing him to stumble, before getting kicked in the face for a knockout.

However, the third Pilgrim missed the tackle, and the grunt was able to bring his gun around, and he pulled the trigger. Crying out, the third Pilgrim fell to the ground. The grunt grinned, then stood still, before falling over, having been struck in the back of the head by the butt of a shotgun.

"No!" cried one of the Pilgrims, running to the fallen Minuteman. Checking him over, she spotted bullet strikes on the arms, legs, and the chest, thankfully none near the vital organs. Breathing raggedly, the wounded member reached his hand out, it being taken by the Pilgrim looking over him.

"We have to go," she said, "Abort, abort, now. Ziplines ready." The other Pilgrim nodded, pulling out a scroll and contacting Nacoma. Across the way, the blue-haired girl checked her scroll and messaged back, seeing the Pilgrim waving through the window at her. Bringing up her weapon in crossbow form, she fired, creating a cable spanning the chasm. After about ten seconds, the first Pilgrim zipped across, landing safely, but the second one zipped while carrying the third. Reaching the other side, they set down their wounded, and Nacoma called out a message to all friendly comms.

"If there are any trained medics, I need you on the roof of the building with the "People Like Grapes" billboard! Pilgrim down, I repeat, Pilgrim down!"