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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 26, 2021 12:53:23 GMT -8
The Ogre blinked and the office was suddenly dark and empty, the sergeant's desk clean and cold with the paperwork tucked away. The blinds of the office window leading to the rest of the floor of the detachment were still closed, but the world beyond appeared the entire building was shut down.
Silence.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 13:37:38 GMT -8
The Ogre blinked and suddenly things were the same, but different. He was alone. The air was silent.
This was wrong.
The Freehold could be in danger.
Lucas could be in danger.
The corded muscle beneath his skin tightened as adrenaline began to flood his system.
No.
He embraced who he was at his core.
Suddenly thick, brown fur began to cover his arms and legs as the muscles and bones shifted and thickened. Claws of ebony erupted from his fingers and he stood. His senses sharpened and his poise speaking of tenseness as the Soviet Bear emerged from its den.
He had to return.
Now.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 26, 2021 13:55:44 GMT -8
The building creaked as it settled, the spirit of the brown bear called from the Ogre's heart as he feasts on its essence.
His uncanny hearing detects the subtle pressure change, with movement on the roof.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 14:07:35 GMT -8
Maks noted the noise and he whipped towards it. Slowly looking for a window or door to go through, he began making his way out of the precinct.
His frame betrayed him as floorboards creaked, he caught a chair on his elbow and the clatter echoed through the building. The Ogre kept an eye out, arms ready to attack.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 26, 2021 14:09:15 GMT -8
As Maks silently crept towards the door, the floor boards screamed under the weight of the Ogre, feral eyes flashing in the darkness. The door jams and in his anger, he grunts, slamming it open as it ricochets against the wall and the cheap class cover cracks and shatters to the floor.
He sees a sticky note fall with the glass clattering.
"Tolstoy.
You're in time out. Stay in the office.
- The Constable."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 14:24:54 GMT -8
Maks ‘blinked’ upon finishing the note. ‘ Time out? I am not child.’ His anger spiked and he stood in front of the door, ready to strike at some rebenok who would mistakenly place him in ‘time out’ of all things. Rebenok — Child |
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 26, 2021 14:32:06 GMT -8
The silence stretches, a siren could be heard in the distance.
Maks' phone buzzes in his pocket.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 14:34:28 GMT -8
Maks carefully took it out and looked at the screen.
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Post by Krakenbox on Apr 26, 2021 14:38:46 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 15:06:01 GMT -8
The sirens growing closer, movement on the roof, betrayed by a fellow Lost, Maks’ rumbling voice became a landslide, an erupting volcano given voice. He got himself under control through great effort, cooling his rage. And in swept logic, he released his alteration. The claws fading into ice shards. The fur into snow that fell away into nothing.
He would deal with the betrayal later, no matter how the loss of that potential ally hurt his heart.
Revenge could wait. He had to escape first. Searching around, he found a small trashcan with liner. Quickly putting three holes into it after putting it on his head, two to see one to breath, then tying it tight enough to be secured without cutting off airways. He used the spare at the bottom to cover both his shoulders to hide his tattoo and stepped out of the office once care was taken to hide his most identifying features. He began to move towards the exit once again attempting to be quiet but he had not gotten the hang of it. He told Jack delicate wasn’t his speciality and he goes and makes him have to do delicate.
The Wizened would be unrecognizable by the time his fists were finished.
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Post by The Wyrd on Apr 26, 2021 15:14:51 GMT -8
Delicate wasn't Maks's specialty. Bag on his head and over his tattoos, the big, menacing guy went for the exit. He opened the door to the stairwell and listened for a moment.
He heard footsteps below; multiple steps, in fact. He also saw a camera. Looking back the way he came for a moment, he noticed the camera in the hallway he was in as well. His very poor efforts at stealth and smashing the door were surely noticed, which explained what was happening below. On the opposite side of the hallway was a door, about fifty meters away.
He heard something staticky below that was hard to make out, but it would be fair to assume it was a radio communication. A couple of seconds later, a voice came up from the floor below.
"Hey, buddy? My name is Staff Sergeant Cole. We'd like to work this out with you, but we're going to need you to work with us a little. You want to go ahead and slide those knives back into the hallway behind you, and we'll come upstairs and have a chat?"
He sounded polite - friendly, even.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 15:22:09 GMT -8
He stayed silent, knowing a voice could be recognizable and Maks never was the best at impressions. He fished his phone out and sent a rapid text to Lucas, well as fast as his non-tech savvy hands would allow.
Damned new-age technology.
With it sent, he continued on to the lower floors, escape the only thing on his mind. He scoffed at the officer’s proposal softy.
Knives? What knives? Only a coward used such tools for combat.
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Post by The Wyrd on Apr 26, 2021 15:27:05 GMT -8
When he came down the stairs without replying, he found himself with two men and a woman in the blue uniform of the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Service. The man in the center had stripes on his epaulettes, suggesting he was the staff sergeant. He was a burly fellow with a pump action shotgun in his hand. The other two carried black pistols. All three had their weapons drawn. Maks cut a very intimidating figure, and the younger male and the female aimed their weapons at him. The staff sergeant seemed cool still, more seasoned and sure.
"Sir, stop where you are and drop the telephone," the staff sergeant said.
The floor he was now on was an pit of staff desks and workstations. There was a major walkway through them that the three officers were blocking. About ten meters behind them was a secured door with a keycode to exit the building through the front door. About thirty meters away on the right side of the pit was an emergency exit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 15:37:09 GMT -8
Maks rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. Puffing himself up as big as he could, using his size and his aura to his advantage to look as menacing as he could. He began moving towards them one step at a time.
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Post by The Wyrd on Apr 26, 2021 15:43:34 GMT -8
There was no doubt that Mr. Tolstoy was very scary. Menacing and large, the Ogre advanced on the three armed police officers, trying his level best to scare them. They took a step back as he moved forward, the younger male looking scared as hell. He reached for his radio and called for backup.
"Sir! Stop!"
Three steps was as far as Maks Tolstoy got before the female police officer put one round in center mass, the bullet tearing through Maks's right lung.
"DOWN! DOWN ON THE GROUND!"
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