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Log: Complete ( Part 1 )
When; Dec. 13th ( just after midnight )
Rating; PG
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m1jac0ge0 Mulder, scullylogic Scully, noh_dancer Scarab, snarky_padre_v Vincent.
Summary; Mulder heads off half-cocked to 'save' Scully, and meets Scarab and Vincent along the way.
Is this the end for agent Mulder?
Will the Halo of the Sun fry his ass?
Tune in again next time,
Log;
Scully loaded her gun and tucked it into its holster at her side with determination.
She wanted to leave this place as peacefully and politely as possible, but if what Lyra said was true, she knew that things were going to get awfully messy. These people wouldn't let Mulder storm in here recklessly without a fight. She had to say her farewells before he got to the manor, and only created danger for them.
Gathering her things, Scully shut the door shut behind her, traversing down the ornate hallway slowly, keeping herself alert all the while.
He better not just barge in here, she thought to herself as she found the staircase that led to the ground floor.
---
It was snowing out fiercely, and Mulder found himself remembering the tundra. Surely this would not be as bad as the storehouse of frozen infected bodies Mulder had had to extricate Scully from once upon a time, but it certainly showed his dedication that he was once again dashing out half-assed into unsure and certain danger to save this woman.
She was more than merely a co-worker to him, that was sure. time had cemented their relationship to one another and nothing and no one could replace her in his heart.
The woods were dark and uncertain looking. thick with fallen snow were the trees, & it was getting hard to trudge through the windfall. Mulder saw a cave, and headed for that, not knowing that the Underground was far far more dangerous....
--
Scarab was doing her nightly rounds, checking the wards and the perimiter .
Usually this was Teacher's job, but he had been sent out by the Master some time ago, and thus his tasks became hers in the interim between his departure, and return.
The children were enjoying the colder weather, but she was irritable with having to be out in it to keep security when no one was dumb enough to try a frontal assault on the Manor.
...Or so she thought.
She could see a figure.
Male, Approximately 6'2", fortyish, and dark hair.
Most importantly; he was armed, holding the handgun like a pro, and trying to be stealthy.
Scarab fell immeadiately into 'work mode', and stepped silently into a shadow cast by a large tree.
Even in snow she could move silently when necesary, and stooped to scoop a small handfull up, pull the fabric portion of her half-mask down, and hold the snow in her mouth.
Doing so kept her breath from fogging and giving her away.
She was up into the tree quietly, and soon running along a sturdy bough toward where the figure was now headed toward the underground.
As soft and silent as a shadow, she drew her sword, and lept.
It wasn't too far a drop, but she had Mulder to break her fall.
Now kneeling with one knee in his back, a hand in his hair, and the other holding the blade to his throat, thus neutralizing the threat of the pistol. She leaned close to speak softly near his ear.
" State your purpose."
--
Mulder had one brief warning- the snow falling off the branch as she ran across it.
It was only enough for him to look up just as she was coming down.
He cried out when she landed on him, as even her weight was a bit much.
He remained calm in spite of his situation, and carefully, so that she would see him do so, set the pistol down.
He held his hands out, palms open.
"You know," he said, after spitting the snow out of his mouth, "if I thought you could do me any real damage with a katana at my throat, I'd be pretty scared.
Lucky thing I know you need distance to do anything worse than blood me..." as he said it, he both bucked up, attempting to dislodge her, and intentionally grasped the blade, pulling it forward in the motion she'd no doubt make as she tried to cut his throat.
He hadn't passed the academy with flying colors to not know how to get out of this kind of trap.
His hand was cut, and his neck probably had a superficial scratch in it as well; he wasn't bothering to find out yet.
What mattered was he would have jerked the sword away from her.
He rolled, hoping to reach his gun before she could reach her sword again.
---
She let the blade go, and rolled herself to come up with the Glock .30 held in a teacup grip; one hand on the grip, finger over the trigger, and the other hand supporting the gun under the butt.
Beneath the fabric of her mask she grinned and tasted blood.
Usually a bit of showy scare tactic, and a big blade next to someone's vital parts was enough to scare most people.
Was it bad that she was excited by the prospect of dealing with someone who actually knew a thing or two about weapons?
Her grip didn't waver...unfortunately niether did his.
In the scuffle he had gotten to his gun too, and now she was kneeling, and staring down the barrel of his Glock.
He had her chest in his sights, but she had his guts.
Tough call.
" You know a thing or two about blades, I'll give you that."
She narrowed her red-lensed eyes at him.
" And we can both pull the trigger; I'll take a chest wound, but you'll be losing your balls.
So, I ask again: What's your purpose?"
---
Mulder glanced at her gun, and knew she was telling the truth; it was mutually assured damage either way. "My name is Agent Mulder. I just came for Scully. Your people send her out and no one gets hurt."
There was noise behind him; probably some animal blundering around. He didn't dare look, but he figured it for a raccoon.
Still. no reason not to bluff. "I have other agents out there," he lied, "You might take me down, but this wouldn't be over by a long shot."
--
A long shot, in fact, was all it was, and this time, anyway, Mulder goofed.
Anyone could have heard Vincent come wallowing through the snow, and chances were Scarab saw him before he broke cover.
Vincet had decided though, that he didn't like this guy one bit. "oh, it's over." he muttered.
He had the gun he'd bought himself, but of course he still wasn't clear on how to fire it.
That didn't mean he couldn't use it as a melee weapon.
He clocked Mulder a nasty one to the head, and the agent dropped.
--
Scarab had seen Vincent, but only from her periphery.She wasn't about to risk glancing at him and giving away his location, but it was all rendered moot when Vincent pistol-whipped the 'agent'.
She clicked the safety on, and put her gun back into the holster at her lower back, rose to her feet, and used the toe of her boot to neatly push the downed man's Glock into the air, then catch it deftly. ( Hey, she was feeling a little showy after having Vince of all people save her ass.)
Scarab first emptied the mag from the glock, and took the round out of the chamber before giving Vincent a level stare.
" You could have gotten shot just now, I hope you know."
She sighed and handed him the emptied weapon, then regarded Mulder.
" So could he....Why the hell was he sneaking around out here if he's looking for Miss Scully?
He could have just asked."
Scarab looked from Mulder to Vincent and back, heaved a tired sigh, and stooped to take the unconscious man's arm, then pull him into a fireman's carry.
She may be short, but she was strong.
" Lets get inside, I'm freezing."
---
So..that's it?" Vincent was a tad disappointed. He hurried alongside of Scarab, so as to not only let it be known he hadn't left the house for a long jaunt, but that he was in fact, a part of this takedown. "I mean, maybe you better check some more, the Boy Blunder might be out there backing him up as he said." Ever since he had seen that Robin was helping Mulder with this, online anyway, he'd been waiting to use that line. All the villains in the comics called Robin that, and it was a thrill to consider himself one of those.
Of course, in the end it mattered not which of them had caught Agent Mulder... the man's fate would be decided by Xuchilbara alone now...
Rating; PG
Characters;
m1jac0ge0 Mulder, scullylogic Scully, noh_dancer Scarab, snarky_padre_v Vincent. Summary; Mulder heads off half-cocked to 'save' Scully, and meets Scarab and Vincent along the way.
Is this the end for agent Mulder?
Will the Halo of the Sun fry his ass?
Tune in again next time,
Log;
Scully loaded her gun and tucked it into its holster at her side with determination.
She wanted to leave this place as peacefully and politely as possible, but if what Lyra said was true, she knew that things were going to get awfully messy. These people wouldn't let Mulder storm in here recklessly without a fight. She had to say her farewells before he got to the manor, and only created danger for them.
Gathering her things, Scully shut the door shut behind her, traversing down the ornate hallway slowly, keeping herself alert all the while.
He better not just barge in here, she thought to herself as she found the staircase that led to the ground floor.
---
It was snowing out fiercely, and Mulder found himself remembering the tundra. Surely this would not be as bad as the storehouse of frozen infected bodies Mulder had had to extricate Scully from once upon a time, but it certainly showed his dedication that he was once again dashing out half-assed into unsure and certain danger to save this woman.
She was more than merely a co-worker to him, that was sure. time had cemented their relationship to one another and nothing and no one could replace her in his heart.
The woods were dark and uncertain looking. thick with fallen snow were the trees, & it was getting hard to trudge through the windfall. Mulder saw a cave, and headed for that, not knowing that the Underground was far far more dangerous....
--
Scarab was doing her nightly rounds, checking the wards and the perimiter .
Usually this was Teacher's job, but he had been sent out by the Master some time ago, and thus his tasks became hers in the interim between his departure, and return.
The children were enjoying the colder weather, but she was irritable with having to be out in it to keep security when no one was dumb enough to try a frontal assault on the Manor.
...Or so she thought.
She could see a figure.
Male, Approximately 6'2", fortyish, and dark hair.
Most importantly; he was armed, holding the handgun like a pro, and trying to be stealthy.
Scarab fell immeadiately into 'work mode', and stepped silently into a shadow cast by a large tree.
Even in snow she could move silently when necesary, and stooped to scoop a small handfull up, pull the fabric portion of her half-mask down, and hold the snow in her mouth.
Doing so kept her breath from fogging and giving her away.
She was up into the tree quietly, and soon running along a sturdy bough toward where the figure was now headed toward the underground.
As soft and silent as a shadow, she drew her sword, and lept.
It wasn't too far a drop, but she had Mulder to break her fall.
Now kneeling with one knee in his back, a hand in his hair, and the other holding the blade to his throat, thus neutralizing the threat of the pistol. She leaned close to speak softly near his ear.
" State your purpose."
--
Mulder had one brief warning- the snow falling off the branch as she ran across it.
It was only enough for him to look up just as she was coming down.
He cried out when she landed on him, as even her weight was a bit much.
He remained calm in spite of his situation, and carefully, so that she would see him do so, set the pistol down.
He held his hands out, palms open.
"You know," he said, after spitting the snow out of his mouth, "if I thought you could do me any real damage with a katana at my throat, I'd be pretty scared.
Lucky thing I know you need distance to do anything worse than blood me..." as he said it, he both bucked up, attempting to dislodge her, and intentionally grasped the blade, pulling it forward in the motion she'd no doubt make as she tried to cut his throat.
He hadn't passed the academy with flying colors to not know how to get out of this kind of trap.
His hand was cut, and his neck probably had a superficial scratch in it as well; he wasn't bothering to find out yet.
What mattered was he would have jerked the sword away from her.
He rolled, hoping to reach his gun before she could reach her sword again.
---
She let the blade go, and rolled herself to come up with the Glock .30 held in a teacup grip; one hand on the grip, finger over the trigger, and the other hand supporting the gun under the butt.
Beneath the fabric of her mask she grinned and tasted blood.
Usually a bit of showy scare tactic, and a big blade next to someone's vital parts was enough to scare most people.
Was it bad that she was excited by the prospect of dealing with someone who actually knew a thing or two about weapons?
Her grip didn't waver...unfortunately niether did his.
In the scuffle he had gotten to his gun too, and now she was kneeling, and staring down the barrel of his Glock.
He had her chest in his sights, but she had his guts.
Tough call.
" You know a thing or two about blades, I'll give you that."
She narrowed her red-lensed eyes at him.
" And we can both pull the trigger; I'll take a chest wound, but you'll be losing your balls.
So, I ask again: What's your purpose?"
---
Mulder glanced at her gun, and knew she was telling the truth; it was mutually assured damage either way. "My name is Agent Mulder. I just came for Scully. Your people send her out and no one gets hurt."
There was noise behind him; probably some animal blundering around. He didn't dare look, but he figured it for a raccoon.
Still. no reason not to bluff. "I have other agents out there," he lied, "You might take me down, but this wouldn't be over by a long shot."
--
A long shot, in fact, was all it was, and this time, anyway, Mulder goofed.
Anyone could have heard Vincent come wallowing through the snow, and chances were Scarab saw him before he broke cover.
Vincet had decided though, that he didn't like this guy one bit. "oh, it's over." he muttered.
He had the gun he'd bought himself, but of course he still wasn't clear on how to fire it.
That didn't mean he couldn't use it as a melee weapon.
He clocked Mulder a nasty one to the head, and the agent dropped.
--
Scarab had seen Vincent, but only from her periphery.She wasn't about to risk glancing at him and giving away his location, but it was all rendered moot when Vincent pistol-whipped the 'agent'.
She clicked the safety on, and put her gun back into the holster at her lower back, rose to her feet, and used the toe of her boot to neatly push the downed man's Glock into the air, then catch it deftly. ( Hey, she was feeling a little showy after having Vince of all people save her ass.)
Scarab first emptied the mag from the glock, and took the round out of the chamber before giving Vincent a level stare.
" You could have gotten shot just now, I hope you know."
She sighed and handed him the emptied weapon, then regarded Mulder.
" So could he....Why the hell was he sneaking around out here if he's looking for Miss Scully?
He could have just asked."
Scarab looked from Mulder to Vincent and back, heaved a tired sigh, and stooped to take the unconscious man's arm, then pull him into a fireman's carry.
She may be short, but she was strong.
" Lets get inside, I'm freezing."
---
So..that's it?" Vincent was a tad disappointed. He hurried alongside of Scarab, so as to not only let it be known he hadn't left the house for a long jaunt, but that he was in fact, a part of this takedown. "I mean, maybe you better check some more, the Boy Blunder might be out there backing him up as he said." Ever since he had seen that Robin was helping Mulder with this, online anyway, he'd been waiting to use that line. All the villains in the comics called Robin that, and it was a thrill to consider himself one of those.
Of course, in the end it mattered not which of them had caught Agent Mulder... the man's fate would be decided by Xuchilbara alone now...