Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190329033158

Tables shifted, chairs fell over and people rolled across the floor as the building continued to haphazardly sail away. The Inspector held a rail tightly, yelling orders to strap down anything that moved and secure the prisoners, keep them from rolling around too much and hurting themselves, or trying to escape amidst the chaos.

He flinched, but immediately covered up with a professional stern look as a wall exploded and a young girl came tumbling in. Immediately police rifles were trained on her, wary at the intruder's sudden appearance. She looked injured, but was still potentially a threat, best to detain her anyway, just to be safe.

Grabbing a Stone Dustcanister from his belt, he tossed it onto Graves, which would form a heavy rock layer, keeping her pinned to the floor. He sensed this one was dirrerent from the rest of the scum, precautions would be wise.

"Not a bad entrance, but you're still under arrest miss, whoever you are. Now... mind telling me who you are and what you're doing? You're not one of them right? Coming in from outside the building, most folks here would be looking for a way out, not breaking in."

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Even faced with the charge of angry, desperate criminals rushing down the hall at them, Jett's SAINTs remained professional. They reloaded, fired, reloaded again, volley after volley slamming into the wave of bodies coming towards them.

Despite their efforts, the SAINT line began to slowly falter. There were just too many, the criminals could just keep tossing bodies until they ran out of bullets...

Jett gritted her teeth as another Dust explosion blasted off the wall, peppering her with shrapnel. Slowly, the SAINTs were being pushed back step by step, aura taking a heavy beating. She just needed a break.... there!

With a creak and groan that revebrated off the walls, the building lurched again, staggering the crowd and pausing the barrage for just a second while the enemies regained their footing. In that instant, Jett yelled an order to retreat, hoping her forces could find a more defensible position back inside the halls.

Naturally, the criminals tried to sieze the chance and move in to attack. Jett had been expecting this, as a gap opened up in their line, she lashed out wih her harpoon weapon, trying to grab the bearded man, apparently the leader of the group, and pull him back. Maybe taking a hostage or taking out the leader would dent their agression.

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Elsewhere, the undercover police weren't doing all that good either. Aster's EMP caused momentary confusion as many guns and electronics were disabled, buying the officers time to retreat after him, but they recovered too fast. Already, more traditional ballistic firearms were being passed around, bullets pinging all over. It seemed every few seconds another policeman was gunned down as they approached, unstoppable and reckless.

Three others had managed to join Aster behind his cover, it seemed the rest could not make it, dying amidst screams and gunshots.

But even this brief safety would not last, as the bulk of the criminals chipped away at the obstable, two smaller groups approached from the flanks brandising clubs, iron bars and daggers, trying to flush out the rats.