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spacehopper) wrote2010-06-26 02:34 pm
spacehopper) wrote2010-06-26 02:34 pm
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Taking Down The Warren
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Taking Down The Warren
They were all in positions, as far as he could tell and he gazed at his manipulator that had been enhanced with the tracking devices. Calling up the display, which hovered like a hologram over his wrist with an areal view of the warehouse and the surrounding areas, Jack counted dots. White dots for the werewolves, forty-three of them now. The ones from around the city had returned this afternoon to sleep away the daylight hours. Light green for the human operatives. Deep yellow-gold for the Jacks because of what they were infused with. Peter, Kate and Liz were a soft blue, mutated humans. Red and Alisa didn't show up at all because of what they happened to be.
"Role call everyone. Team Alpha at the rear entrance. Jack, Gadget, Gwen, all here. Team Beta?" They were at the front entrance, the first to go in. He listened for New York Jack, his wife, and Kate to call out. Good. "Team Gamma?" They were also at the front. The other Jack from New York, Rose Tyler, Red and Liz Sherman. Again, he waited for the all clear. They were damage control, defense. "Team Delta?" His other Jack, Peter Petrelli and Renee, up on the roof. Their job was strictly support, to clean out the top of the warehouse, to back up the Rift team or extract damaged agents.
When the all clear was sounded, he turned back to those in the SUV, running intelligence from the Hubs. Both Iantos, Jackie and Owen for triage. Just in case.
"All right folks. Beta and Gamma, it's your show."
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Taking Down The Warren
They were all in positions, as far as he could tell and he gazed at his manipulator that had been enhanced with the tracking devices. Calling up the display, which hovered like a hologram over his wrist with an areal view of the warehouse and the surrounding areas, Jack counted dots. White dots for the werewolves, forty-three of them now. The ones from around the city had returned this afternoon to sleep away the daylight hours. Light green for the human operatives. Deep yellow-gold for the Jacks because of what they were infused with. Peter, Kate and Liz were a soft blue, mutated humans. Red and Alisa didn't show up at all because of what they happened to be.
"Role call everyone. Team Alpha at the rear entrance. Jack, Gadget, Gwen, all here. Team Beta?" They were at the front entrance, the first to go in. He listened for New York Jack, his wife, and Kate to call out. Good. "Team Gamma?" They were also at the front. The other Jack from New York, Rose Tyler, Red and Liz Sherman. Again, he waited for the all clear. They were damage control, defense. "Team Delta?" His other Jack, Peter Petrelli and Renee, up on the roof. Their job was strictly support, to clean out the top of the warehouse, to back up the Rift team or extract damaged agents.
When the all clear was sounded, he turned back to those in the SUV, running intelligence from the Hubs. Both Iantos, Jackie and Owen for triage. Just in case.
"All right folks. Beta and Gamma, it's your show."
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He figures Alisa might of had enough with the death thing, of course unless the boss here figures the immortals go back in there. "I'll have to borrow myself for later..." He carefully rested Alisa's head back on the ground, as he stood himself up his leg healed.
"Kate, you're triage..We might get more injured with this one." Jack says to her, he looks over at his own Owen who's there with the triage unit.
Alisa seats herself up, she slowly pulls herself to her feet. She shakes her head, but she knows its going to come with the territory. She's got murder victim written all over her. "What's another death, already about to finish count on one hand." She fixes what's left of her ruined t-shirt, the pants aren't much better from where the wolf got hold of her thigh.
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"Okay, I'm ready."
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He was done with sitting around and watching, he wanted to have some of the action himself. Though he didn't fancy being mauled.
Worst comes to worst? Use Jack as a shield!
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