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Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:35 pm
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Azrael sat in the driver's seat of the parked car looking at the club. The cold rain poured down on the windshield outside. Circe had been inside far to long. He really wished Kai or West were here. They'd both gone off to Baltimore. God only knows what bullshit problems were going on over there. He needed someone he could trust at his back. He wasnt going to get that tonight though. The bullshit here had reached the boiling point.
He had asked her not to go in alone. To many vampires floating around, to many ghouls and sell-out mages to the suck heads here in Houston. He'd seen atleast two known enter the club since she went in. He closed his eyes and centered himself, re-adjusting his attainment for speed. He needed to get the first set of shots in. He snapped the full clip in as he opened his eyes open again.
He didnt have the time or the mana to waste on trying to hide his face and the paradox that it would cause. He was about to lose his badge and his old life on this one. So long Houston P.D. Hello life on the run. Atleast Circe would be safe and maybe he'd take a few of these a-holes out.
He checked his other holster, Secondary gun check. Tazers check. Handcuffs check. Knifes check. Pepperspray check. He slide the second gun into the holster at his side, and pulled the shotgun off the back rack of the cruiser.
He sighed to himself as he looked around the interior of the car one last time. He shook his head, no time to worry about the past. She was his future. This life as a mage was something he couldnt avoid any longer. A mage was his future. He threw up his mage sights and his mage shields. Anything that didnt register as living that still felt the need to move in his direction was getting blasted. Anything that had fangs, anything that registred as a mage in the hive was getting blasted.
He pumped the shotgun ready and he opened the crusier door. The rain soaked him to the bone instantly as it poured. The wind roaring in the black of the Texas night. The 11 o'clock news would bear the news of the carnage that soon was to follow as he moved towards the front doors.
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Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:46 pm
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*Boom*
*Click*
*Boom*
*Click*
The Ghoul got in in the back before the door had even had a chance to finish swinging open. The mortal bouncer turned just in time to find the butt of the shotgun connect against his jaw line and send him up into the air and back to the ground in a flash minus a few teeth. The bouncer had gotten clipped from the earlier blase but he'd live. Good. He wanted to avoid innocent deaths.
His senses triggered and he spun around as the vampire lunged onto him.
He snapped his arm in tigther as he fell to the ground with the vampire hissing on top of him. The barrel shifted and slide down into position as the death-dealers throat as they hit the ground .
Piss off...
*BOOM*
Azrael pushed the limp body off, ignoring the blood that now covered his clothing. He heard movement coming from the other end of the club. Small bonus the place wasnt really busy this early or with the rain. Less targets to get in the way. It also made him easier to get to.
He narrowed his eyes and scanned looked for Circe's aura signature. In the back, weak. Three shots left in the shotgun.
He looked down as he heard a gurgle from the vampire at his feet. He kicked at the dangling mess of flesh and broken bone, the satisfying snap came as the steel toed boot found spine and it dislodged from the rest of the torso.
He turned his attention towards the back doors now as he noted the additonal signatures of two other mages. Sell outs to the vampires. Great.
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