"I'm not letting her go until you show yourself." Brimstone retorted. "Now who the fuck are you?"
"I am me." The voice replied
"And who's that?"
"Who I am."
"No shit! And that is?" The question was greeted by silence. Brimstone kept his firearm at the ready in front of him, slowly pinpointing the origin of the intruder. "Fortunately," the voice finally commented in an irritable undertone, "not you. This is your second and last warning. Release the woman and surrender, or face the penalty." A slight glint in the shadows caught Brimstone's attention and he violently shifted the woman to face in that direction, planning to use her as a human shield. "Well guess what? In order to kill me, you have to kill her as well. Now show yourself!"
The silence although only a few seconds long, seemed to last an eternity. "Why is it," the voice commented, calmer then when it first had spoken, "you dumb fucks always go off to assume that we're in front of you?" Although she couldn't see Brimstone's reaction to the subtle threat, she felt his body go rigid at the last few words. He then tossed her aside causing her to stagger before she violently twisted her ankle on something covered by a small mountain of rags, causing her to collapse on the ground in a flash of pain. She then watched helplessly as Brimstone fell into a gunner's crouch and fired three shots into the shadows. Originally, she thought it was the echo reverberating off the walls that made it sound like five shots had gone off, until she saw brimstone drop his pistol, and after a few seconds, followed his weapon to the ground.
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She turned back to where she and her captor had originally faced to see a man step out of the darkness. He looked ridiculously like a cross between a modern-day knight and a ninja from some Holo-Vid she watched with her daughter. His entire ensemble consisted of a pure blue cloak, vest, shirt, pants and gloves. The only difference in colors lay in his silver gauntlets, black half-knee combat boots with silver plating along the shins and a gold headband with the letters "S" and "W" intertwined in a black circle. The lower half of his face was covered with silver mask that seemed to be holding a visor over his eyes. The visor gave off a faint, almost undetectable green glow before fading to a matte black color. Attached to his belt was a sword of some unknown design and under that was a large pistol resting comfortably in a metallic holster. Despite the short gunfight, the gun appeared to have not been used, and she wondered slightly as to what, or who had killed Brimstone.
The man dressed in blue walked slowly toward the body and nudged it with his foot, before kicking the firearm into the shadows. "A good guess though," he commented, "you didn't need to sketch out like that." He then made his way toward the woman, walking in slow, cautious steps. Unsure of this new person and believing him to be a threat despite apparently saving her, she tried scramble away, but the pain in her ankle hindered her attempt. Before he reached her however, he stopped where she had fallen and knelt down and remove the rags, revealing a metallic cylinder. He then stood upright and brought the gauntlet on his left arm to his mask. "Package acquired. The woman fell over it, revealing its location. Repeat: Package acquired, fall back to designated extractions points."
"Team Green reporting." A voice replied from the gauntlet. "That is a negative. Hostiles are making their way to your location. Accessible paths to extraction points are denied. We have to revise our tactics sir." The man brooded silently for a minute considering his options. He then raised his gauntlet back to his mask. "Affirmative Green. Execute plan Alpha-Delta-3. New extraction point is to be grid fifty eight. You and Orange command are to meet me there. Leave your men where they are to cover possible escape routes." A second voice called over the gauntlet immediately after the commands were given. "Orange command reporting. Green command has left the area and is preparing grid fifty eight for your arrival. Pattern Zulu is being laid out and will be ready when you get there."
"Ramrod reporting." Piped an unusually high pitched voice over the gauntlet. "Permission to assist." Again the man stood silently, considering his options. "Permission granted." He replied anxiously. Apparently either not liking all the delays, or the help being offered. "Roger that," the voice came again, "will assist Orange command in reaching new extraction point. Estimated time of arrival: three minutes." The man nodded silently, and then made his way to the woman, stopping at a respectful distance.
"My name is Nighthawk, and I am here to help you."