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essen ♔ where not a single soul gets through

♬ rainbow factory - glaze
WHO || Sydney B., Andrew, Diana, Felicity, Sebastian [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights investigate a hacker friend of Andrew's who has gone off the grid
WHERE || Essen, Germany
WHEN || Jan 10th, shortly before 7pm [forwarddated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
The flight to Essen is very short, only about half an hour, and Sydney makes good time flying them there. Wynn has a car already rented and waiting for them as usual and then it's a short drive to the coordinates Lady Nell sent them.
While the neighborhood in question was once a very nice residential development, it now shows decades of neglect. There is a squat, one-story storefront across from what appears to be a riot control vehicle that appears severely battered.
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Just be careful where you shoot.
[Because they really don't need to be accidentally catching some kid in the crossfire.]
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Guys! [ He called back in a hushed tone. Kinda late to be all covert for him. Oh well, he's pretty.]
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Jesus fuck- what is that?
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[Yeah, she caught that too (wisdom 19). Her hand comes up to shield her nose on instinct as she looks around at the various debris.]
Though not doing a very good job of it.
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"Can you help my mommy?" ]
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What's-? What's wrong with her? Your mother.
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as they pass near broken windows, they see a large room that probably used to be a library. it is filled with machines and medical equipment. in straight rows and columns, some two dozen women lie on gurneys, each clothed only by the bloodstained sheet over each of them. they are all attached to some sort of iv solution, and small comm-like devices monitor each unconscious form. here and there, a sheet has slipped, revealing a number of small scars dotted across bellies in various stages of swelling. the stinging scent of sweat and urine fills the air as the hum of fans not suited to the task of circulation slide through the room.
sydney looks ready to be sick, one hand sliding up over her mouth. ] Oh my God...
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She'll be back in a minute just ... give her a little room to breathe.]
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What the fuck is going on around here?
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The fuck is all of this?
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"Those are bad words."
syd turns back to look out at felicity with some concern, before turning back to the horrible sight. ] Ice's Irregulars - they were looking for Mr. Johnson's three month pregnant bride, weren't they?
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[And then over to the little girl.]
Is your mother in there?
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[ he looked back at her then the direction she pointed.]
Oh I don't like this one bit.
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