Turn 12: Murder on the Dance Floor
Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2022 7:35 pm
Outside the club Henniger saw Sokalova come sprinting down the side alley and quickly handed off the motion trackers to her whilst Lt Harper Williams kept an eye on the corralled civvies and Lt Harper watched the drones readout, maintaining tactical overwatch over her platoon . At the other end of the alley, Paulson's eye's were glued to his own motion tracker but the readings he was picking up were to confused by so many marines in close proximity to make out the individual signal which might be the xenomorph.
Back inside the club Sykes was leading the way out of the way out of the back room towards the main entrance. directly behind him were Kelly and Davros, supporting the sedated fugitive between them. Sykes was pleased to see that the remaining two active former marines fell into formation and covered their sectors with immediate discipline and professionalism. whatever their crime had been, it wasn't incompetence. Hall's little party took up the rear with the injured Grisham sheltered in the center, cradling his wounded arm.
The little squad was just passing the stage and heading for the exit when a black blur popped over the bar with a blood-curdling shriek and launched itself at the rearmost marines exposed back. Frank Williams yelled in terror as he felt the heavy impact of the creature slamming into him and flailed wildly with his M41A to try and dislodge the thing as he heard it's claws start to tear chunks out of the titanium and carbon composite laminate that formed the back-plate of his armor in an effort to get at the soft meat within.
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Back inside the club Sykes was leading the way out of the way out of the back room towards the main entrance. directly behind him were Kelly and Davros, supporting the sedated fugitive between them. Sykes was pleased to see that the remaining two active former marines fell into formation and covered their sectors with immediate discipline and professionalism. whatever their crime had been, it wasn't incompetence. Hall's little party took up the rear with the injured Grisham sheltered in the center, cradling his wounded arm.
The little squad was just passing the stage and heading for the exit when a black blur popped over the bar with a blood-curdling shriek and launched itself at the rearmost marines exposed back. Frank Williams yelled in terror as he felt the heavy impact of the creature slamming into him and flailed wildly with his M41A to try and dislodge the thing as he heard it's claws start to tear chunks out of the titanium and carbon composite laminate that formed the back-plate of his armor in an effort to get at the soft meat within.
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