by Doc 42 » Tue Aug 05, 2008 3:14 am
Fitz was leaning up against a wall, his body pressed flat against it. A thin red beam dancing in the air infront of him.... the specks of dust in the air blinking red as the laser passed over them... He looked across the dark corridor, searching for anything to aid him... He put one palm against the pipe in the side of the wall concealing him from the armed aggressor, checking it for any weaknesses... none.... He eventually swore to himself and put his hand into his pocket, texting trix without even looking at the screen.... the laser continued to flick around menacingly.... Then it jerked to the side, aiming down the long corridor to the door at the end of it, where a figure at appeared momentarily. There was a defeaning racket of gunfire and then footsteps rushing foreward, the laser bobing around like mad. judging positions from where the laser was, Fitz reached out, grabbing the barrel of the machine gun, pushing it up and around, pulling the suited mans arm back, the weapon slid out of his grip and fitz grabed its but, slamming it into the side of the passing man's head, knocking him unconcious. He turned and started proceeding down the corridor in a ready position, the gunfire would have attracted others and he wasn't so sure he trusted Trix to handle it perfectly....

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