originally posted in:The New Dojo
Cylus grabs and uses the Pilot's body as a shield from the gunfire, turning and using one of the shotguns to fire back.
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Of the men fell due to the shotgun shells, though the second ran back, exiting out into the hallway, presumably to warn the other operatives. The guards standing at the doors, also began opening fire, and Cylus still didn't have the map He needed to get the map, and get out as soon as possible
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Edited by BondyMilk: 5/1/2017 2:57:51 AMCylus sees the urgency and curses as the second grin flees. He turns to lie on his back and pulls out his assault rifle. Pressing his feet against the table, he then activates his thrusters, kicking it across the room. It flies and smashes right into the grunts near the far wall, knocking them over and crushing them on impact. Cylus quickly turns and fires, getting precision kills on the remaining 4 men. He gets up and brushes himself off. "What a mess," he says. He looks down at his feet and finds the map. He didn't have time to read it now, so he picked it up along with a grunt shotgun and runs back to the stairwell. [i]He ascends and looks for a place to hide.[/i]
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Voices scream through the castle, footsteps are heard coming up the stairs behind him. He exited out into the hallway where Marker had been, the door leading into the room was wide open, and Marker held in open, motioning for Cylus to get inside "Bloody Good job." He said, almost sarcastically
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Cylus sprints and slides into the room just in time. As he closes the door behind him, he hears the footsteps and shouts of his pursuers. He couldn't hide forever. As Cylus greets Marker once again, he pulls the map from his belt and unfolds it, spreading it out onto the floor next to the two unconscious bodies. He motions for Marker to come help him out. After all, it was [i]his[/i] castle.
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"Here." Marker said, kneeling down and double tapping the map to create a holographic 3D image of it. He pointed at the third floor of five, where only one exit led into the throne room. A double door
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Cylus zooms into the throne room. "Any structural weaknesses? Roof? Floor? Walls?" he asks. He observed the surrounding rooms and looks at Marker.
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Each wall of the throne room wasn't even a wall. Five feet of concrete sat between the throne room and each room by it. The room above it also had five feet of concrete, essentially making it a bunker "Well you could always blow it up. And risk the hostage."
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"And the room below it?"
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"That would be the ballroom." Marker said, zooming out and pointing at the Grand room where Cylus had gotten the map. He hadn't realized it earlier, but the ballroom itself took up two floors, the roof of the room actually right below the throne room, separated by three feet of concrete mixed with wood and steel
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"Is there an armory anywhere? I can do wonders with some termite and charges."
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"Well you could always check the storeroom and dungeon area in the basement." Marker said, pointing to the kitchen that contained a set of stairs leading downwards, presumably into the cellar
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"I see." Cylus says. He rolls up the map and places it back in his pocket. I better get going." He opens the door and listens peeks his head out, looking both ways.
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The hallway is empty, but there are sounds of movement from upstairs
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Cylus creeps down the hallway, following the map to the kitchen. Once he reached the door, he drew his knives and slowly opened it.
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The kitchen, surprisingly, was modernized. Sinks, refrigerators, ovens and the likes ran across the right hand wall, with a large marble counter top in the middle of the room. In the middle of the left hand wall was the door leading down
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Cylus searches the kitchen for anything useful. He begins opening the cabinets and rummages for anything such as wires or lighters. Anything that could burn really.
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There wasn't much, some paper towels, a few dish rags, and then. He found a bottle of Scotch in the fridge. That didn't belong there....
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Cylus grabs the rags, cloth, and Scotch. He picks it up and checks the date. "Ah, a shame I'll have to waste it." he says. He then turns to the door to the cellar. He descends
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The stair is cold and damp, leading downwards in a very narrow and suprisingly steep passage
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[i]Cylus continues down the passage way[/i]
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It leads downwards and downwards, after what seems like a good few minutes, the ground evened out into a dark hallway, with the only illumination coming from the cracks of a door at the end of the hallway
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Cylus runs to the doorway, soft echoes moving throughout the chamber. He slows as he nears it, cautious of the room's inhabitants. He silently opens the door just enough to peak inside.
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The inside is a well lit cellar, racks of wine run through the room in the middle of it, and against the walls are tables with weapons, explosives and the likes
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Cylus widens the door and smiles beneath his visor. "Ooh baby this is gonna be [i]fun![/i]" he exclaims, rubbing his hands together in excitement. He trots over to the first table and restocked his ammunition supplies, also picking up a silencer for each of his pistols. When he was done there, he walked to the adjacent table stocked with explosives. He grabs as much as he can carry on his belt and his back, thermite, explosive putty, charges, everything he thought could make the ballroom ceiling go boom. Some were easily identifiable, but some weren't like anything Cylus was used to seeing. "Uh, Marker? I think you'll need to show me how some of these work. I don't exactly want to blow myself up you know." he says.
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"Yeah. Sure." Marker said as he trotted through the doorway that led into the kitchen. "Satchel charges are pretty self explanatory. They stick to surfaces and are usually remotely detonated." Marker said, picking up one of the charges