battle at kenn park. (the silenced)

[enkashi]

Indeed, Rook's silence and the look on his face spoke volumes to the hybrid, her softly-glowing eyes revealing on her own physical suffering, but even she was now unaware of it. She wasn't sleepy... yet... but she knew she would be soon, if something did not change. She spoke though, when at last Rook could manage a response to her. She knew she'd possibly just witnessed the death of an Angel, but... she couldnt bring herself to digest that thought.

"My name is just Re-" she caught herself... it was perhaps not a good idea to use her real name. After all, they could track a real name. But... she had to answer, didnt she? She wanted to... so she gave him her nickname. Nickname or not, it was still her and could be traced... but she could always drop a nickname... and only one other person in the world knew her real name now.

"People call me Boots, sir, and it was the least I could do. Times are rough, Angel, but there are people out there who still know where their loyalties lie. I'm here honoring that... now shut up, the both of you." she said, at first very respectful, then biting and cold. She knew just how she could help them.

"I'm calling backup" she murmured, and siezed a small object from her bag, fastening it to her ear.

"Yeah, Dev? Hey mate, I need a favor... Yeah, you letcher, I'll see to it... uh, well its up in Kenn... Uh-huh... buncha throwbacks and a couple broken wings... yeah, a leak... Taking them to 'the wrenches' would be nice... course I do, what do you take me for?" she said as if she'd just remembered, absently sliding a small backpack like object, slim to her back, off, and fishing through it without looking to produce a first aid kit, watching the angels the whole while. "yeah yeah, I know.. push and pull, right right... Arrite, thanks Dev, you're the best... Damnit, just get here!" she hissed at last, and tore the object off, stuffing it back into her things. Her arm screamed, and she was getting her own blood everywhere, but she grit her teeth and bore it, pulling a small sheet from the first aid kit, and wrapping it over the pair of them, the water repellant space blanket warming them very quickly.. probably a chem reaction inside it.

She gave Rook a little directing shove with her good arm, making him hover over her with his burden to shield her from the rain as she fumbled with the kit. As she did this, the ground trembled a little, a truck soon rolling in on hovertracks. This was a junk truck, used to tow cars and wrecks and whatnot... in this city, they were a fairly common site; shit couldnt stay on the road, after all.

It drove right through the park with no regard for corpses or objects, smashing through what was left of the slide to pull up beside the scene. Before it even fully floated to a stop, a lean, aged wolf stood from the cabin, a big, fat cigar puffing between his lips, his eyes and motions full of purpose. He wasted no time on words; appearantly, this was Dev, from the way he immediately walked up and fwapped Boots upside the head, almost as an afterthought, grabbed her by her non-punctured arm, and siezed Rook with a piercing gaze. His eyes were like looking into the pools of hell.

"In. Now. We're leaving." he said, bluntly, and motioned to the truck. There was no time for words anymore. This was Dev.

[texas]

The beat of the hover cars where heard before they where seen. Angels had some of the best technology and these where no exception, Zarek had help modify the old cars and produced the arsenal that now roamed the sky. They had been like normal hover cars, but now they had four fans on each of the corners of the vehicle. They where able to fly higher than any other hover car and they also could fly as fast as any that was in the air.

"They are flying on their loudest setting." Zarek groaned a little. The cars had three settings all there for a reason. The first was silent mode and let the Angels fly almost anywhere without having to worry. The second was just a normal setting that wasted less battery but still had some sound. The last was the loudest, wasted the most battery and was to intimidate people.

The three blue and sliver cars landed with the wind blowing all around them and stirring up the dirt. It would be quite impressive and intimidating to all who saw it, but to the tiger it was a waste that make them have to charge up their cars so much sooner.

Out of the first car stepped a doberman followed by a raccoon. As soon as Zarek saw who they sent he shoved himself off of Rook. These two guys would never let the wolverine hear the end of it. De Soto and Sykes, where the two best pilots but the biggest pricks you would ever meet.

The De Soto trotted over to the two Angels. "So there is a medical car on it's way, but it wasn't as fast as us, so we came a head to make sure that no one else got hurt. Personally, I am embraced that one of our Angels is the one that got shot. Maybe they should keep the boy in the shops making more cars like ours and not send them out into the field." The dog barked loudly like his comment was funny.

While the dog was informing them what was going on the Raccoon, Sykes, was sending the Angels from the other two cars out to clean up the park almost shouting about the two idiots that let this happen.

[Rook]

After being lain on for so long Rook took a deeply relieved breathe when Zarek dragged himself off him as the Doberman's form came into view, barely, he had to admit it was a good thing, after what Vice had said earlier this week and pretty much scrambled his brains, one "gay" comment right now would warrant a neck-snapping faster than you could say "cone".

He was usually pretty cold in front of those two, your classic playground bullies, or in this case more like a pair of chihuahuas in heat, annoying and disgusting, he had to admit when you had to get somewhere it was good to have someone who knew what they were doing when you had to jump out of a bloody plane (Rook hoped to holy hell he'd never have to experience that again, but he couldn't count on it), by far the two most troublesome apprentices he'd had to oversee in his time.

Nevertheless, he had to say something, they expected him to say something, and though he was pretty sure no one but the Elders would are say it to his face, this whole thing had been his fault, he had screwed up royally, screwed up worse than an apprentice on the first day.

He bit his lip and walked over, slightly winded and off kilter, but nevertheless he lowered his eyes and was right in the Doberman's face.

"At least he was here, I was the one who fucked it, you know it, the only reason they picked him is because none of the field agents were qualified, where were you DeSoto, giving the nice old lady her purse back giving a inspirational speech at one of the high school's? Did the kiddies enjoy honking your horn"?

[texas]

"You know what Rook, as much as you say you screwed up you were not the one to get shot. And as for where was I. I was in bed sleeping and then I get woken up saying I have to go save Zarek's and your ass. So next time I take you on a jump you better pray to the gates that your jump pack works." During his little rant the Medical ambulance had set down and a fox was running towards them.

Stopping he nodded to De Soto, "Thanks for getting here. You really helps us by getting her so quickly."

"Whatever Roger, we all know that you are being sarcastic ass." With a snort the doberman turned on his heels and dropped into his car where he looked like he was going to try to go back to sleep.

"What that dog needs is to be smacked in the head by the rear end of his car." Roger told Rook while he slipped on his gloves. Moving over to Zarek he winced a little. "Let's see how bad this is." Taking a full view of the tiger the fox yelled over to his team to get the Angel in the ambulance right away. "We're talking him back to base right now. He is in serious condition. From the looks of it his right lung was hit. I'll see you latter and I hope Zarek will too." Giving Rook a small pat on the shoulder he ran over to the ambulance and slammed the doors shut. The lights flashing as they took off from the park.

[n00b678]

Suddenly, Smith's world became a little bit clearer. It was like being in a haze at first, though a haze for hearing, for senses that worked only when Smith's eyes were closed. Right now, they couldn't open, as they hurt too much to expose. He didn't even know if he could see, even if he opened his eyes now. His face was cut open, his eyes and face and suit now having blood all over them. He groaned quietly as he tried to get to his feet, managing to get to his knees, his face still dripping with blood.

That bitch...That goddamn bitch! She had slashed his face, knocked him out, and taken off with the envelope. Smith felt terrible, physically at least, and mentally, he was just plain pissed off. He growled and he balled up a fist and punched it into the soil, speaking inbetween clenched teeth, "...Dammit, Smith..."

Smith's world was a flurry of new senses working, his sense of smell and taste letting him know what his blood smelled and tasted like, as well as his sense of touch, which let him know the grass that he was kneeling on was a little itchy and that he should probably stand. The wolf's hearing was also letting him know there were people walking around, and large flying vehicles that were overhead and then on the ground, probably backup for the Angels. He groaned as he turned, crawling towards his car. He needed to get a first aid kit for his face, though the chances of getting there before someone saw him were rather slim. He didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now, so it was best just to ignore him for the moment. Again, something that probably wasn't going to happen.

[Rook]

Rook watched the blaring lights fade, and he stood alone for a moment, his deep anger fading as quickly as it had came. He was empty for at least a little while. He'd have to sleep, everything else could wait until tomorrow, including the verbal spanking the Elders would no doubt deal him firmly and his worry over his friend's health.

But there was one more thing he had to do:

Rook turned to the hybrid who had helped them, twice, Boots was her name, or at least attempted to he probably should have apologized, no doubt that unpleasant Dev fellow would give her a hard time, but he knew it had worked out for the best anyway. Had they left they both would have been punished severely, even Zarek, despite his injury.


He reached into his pocket, taking out a small white card, nothing seemed to be writen on it, but if she was as smart about materials as he guessed a junk lord would be, it probably wouldn't take her long to figure out where the paper had come from.


"Give that to a priest at St. Ethels, if your curious. Any priest will do".

It was the only way he knew how to thank her, at any rate she should be in the know of all those priests could tell her, it could save her life, even if she wasn't interested in the organization itself, Rook hoped she would be however. She showed potential.

Without a word he left, leaning most of his weight on his left side because of his shoulde wound, stepping over the dead body of the Angel he had killed with his own hands, his claws glowing dimly as he walked away from the park,and dissapeared beyond the corner.

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Sykes watched the wounded techie, and Roger speed off, sighing and rubbing his eyes, everyone had left so there was no one left to complain to. He could have been at home, hell what if he'd left those noodles on the burner?

Biting his lip he quickly checked the perimeter, four wasted cronies, already begining to reek in the humid weather the stopping of the rain brought.

Beyond the bushes he spotted the body of Tabitha and felt a twinge, he wasn't the most companionable, but to see an Angel just laying there....
It was damn dispiriting, he wished DeSoto hadn't been such a prick to just leave him here with all these bodies.

"Shit" he muttered to himself , he would have said more when he noticed something, his keen eyes (bio-enhanced actually) narrowing. That one over there, was breathing.

Coming round, curiously, his pale raccoon eyes shining, he studied the civilian closely, bending down and gently prodding him.

"Sir? Fuck, sir"?

[n00b678]

Smith grabbed the hand in what most would take as a threatening manner, but Smith made no move to hurt him as he spoke, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't poke me like that..." He gingerly got into a standing position, holding onto Sykes's paw for having something to hold onto. It was obvious that, at least for the moment, Smith was blind as a bat. He looked around while still bleeding and then sighed as he applied the sleeve of his top piece for his now bloody suit to his face to get the blood away.

As an afterthought, Smith dug into his pocket, his paws searching for the pack of cigarettes that were usually inside. Unfortunately, they weren't there, and Smith sighed, cursing quietly to himself. He turned to Sykes and let go of his paw, asking in the most calm manner he could with his face hanging open, "I have two questions for you, whoever you are. Where is the nearest hospital, and would you happen to have a cigarette I could have?" Smith seemed very calm for a civilian, though that was just his nature. The wolf was a cool, collected, calculating person...Well, calling that girl a bitch to her face hadn't been cool and collected, but besides that.

[Rook]

Sykes left eye twitched as this disturbing chain of events occurred. It wasn't every day that someone who was bleeding from the eyes asked you for a cigeratte.
The shock eventually subsided, within a matter of seconds, Sykes was used to hanging out with DeSoto after all, weird shit was always happening, it was what Angels lived for. Though he wasn't the most enthusiastic example...hey he'd been around the block.

Gritting his teeth at the hardy prick he put a paw on Smith's shoulder "I'm sorry sir, but I'm going to have to bring you in for questioning...we have medical..."

He trailed off looking for the right word "...people that work for us, whatever, I'm tired. Please come with me".

[n00b678]

Smith then realized who - or, to use a better word, what - was talking to him. "...Well, it's not like I shouldn't be expecting an Angel to take me in for questioning anyway. It's not like a civilian running into an armed killer and then taking an envelope sought out by Angels isn't going to attract attention from them."

In truth, Smith was surprised that this guy hadn't thrown up or anything, because from the sounds in his voice, he definitely wasn't used to seeing people cut up like this. He probably wasn't used to seeing people who were very calm about it either. His face burned like hell, but at this point, Smith really was beyond caring.

As Sykes told him about medical people and whatnot, Smith listened and then sighed as he spoke, "Well, seeing as how I have no idea where the hell I'm supposed to go cause I can't see, I guess I should come with you." As they walked, Smith spoke, "And you don't need to call me sir. I'm nothing special. Just Smith will do..."

[Rook]

"Fine..Smith...sir....ass hole, whatever, please follow me".

Said Sykes sighing, in one respect he was like Zarek, he wasn't used to field work, at least not on the ground, in the sky he was right at home but when he had to relate to people...people made him nervous, and irritated him.

Nevertheless, this was his job and even though he specialized in different areas all Angels had to do things like this, it was just apart of being in the society. The public came first, besides this guy had witnessed things he shouldn't have, even if Smith had struggled Sykes would have had to apprehend him, like it or not.

Granted, he probably would've had to use a taser on this tough motherfucker, Angel or not, the guy was nuts. Sykes had a sneaking suspicion the Elders would not approve of him, but one or two Angels, like Rook for instance, would vouch for him.

Great, more drama. who knows.

The raccoon chewed his lower lip and reached briefly into Smith's pocket, swiping his keys with all the grace and ease of a regular raccoon stealing something out of the garbage, or swiping up a live trout.
His eyes glittered as he guided the wolf towards the car and ushered him into the passenger seat.

[texas]

DeSoto had been unable to sleep in the car so getting out he leaned against it. As Sykes came up with Smith the dog barked out to the raccoon.

"So did we get one of them or did a stupid by stander getting into work that only Angels need to be a part of?"

The doberman, unlike Sykes, really was a prick. He knew that his partner just tried to fit in with him and that was way he acted like he did. DeSoto would bet his life that if Sykes was not stuck with him then the raccoon would be a 'nice guy' and that just made the Angel want to be even more mean.

[n00b678]

Smith didn't make a smart-alec remark to his words when he was called a bad word. With his sight gone and the fact he was going to be interrogated by Angels, that really didn't matter to him so much right now. Despite that, Smith was abnormally calm because he knew he had to remain as calm as possible. Otherwise, Smith would start feeling immense pain and he'd be going crazy at the moment, and that wouldn't really help anyone, including himself.

As they got in the car, Smith opened the glove box, grabbing a first aid kit as he growled softly, "I wish I could see right now..." He sighed as he opened the first aid kit. The least he could do was clean out the cut with alcohol. He reached around, trying to find a bottle as he asked, "Can you help me find the medical alcohol please?" He knew it was going to hurt like hell, but hey, it would give the Angels a little less work to do.

(sorry, I know it's short. I don't really know what else to post)

[Rook]

Sykes blinked at DeSoto, for once wishing his "buddy" wasn't around. He had to help Smith, but he diddn't want to embarrass himself in front of the doberman. Casually he reached forward and batted Smith's paw away from the first aid kit and said snidely. "I don't recommend it sir, just wait for us to get to the Head Quarters, if you make any more trouble I'll knock your fucking block off".

Finally after, making the preparations he responded to the doberman "The latter, you coming"?

[texas]

"Of course I am." DeSoto got off the car and looked at Smith then back to Sykes. "Can you give him a towel? If he bleeds all over the car I am going to have to clean it up." The doberman moved over to the drivers side of the car and slid it. Starting it up he yelled to the raccoon.

"Get the dumb ass into the car and let's get out of here before they try to get us to clean up this fucking mess. The last thing I need is to have to clean up after Angels that can't do what they are suppose to do. I mean they have to get a dumb ass civilain into to save their asses."

[n00b678]

(Time to implement the Prick Defense Mechanism!! ^-^)

As Smith listened, he was really starting to get annoyed at this doberman, though he didn't know he was a doberman. As he put the kit back in the glove box, he felt the car shake slightly, signifying the doberman had decided to take a seat next to him. As he started shouting about Angels and dumbass civilians, Smith sighed as he then looked in the doberman's direction. He spoke in what seemed to be a very calm voice, and that seemed to make all his words far more sinister-sounding,

"I don't know who you are, and quite frankly, I really don't want to know, and I really don't care what you say about me. Sure, driving my car into one of those bastards after watching an innocent woman getting shot wasn't smart, but it was the right thing to do. And those Angels who you say can't do anything right were the ones trying to protect the people here, not you. So, to put it simply, I've about had all the shit I can take, so I'm not going to say sorry for this." With that, Smith's fist shot right into DeSoto's nose, and a loud, audible crack could be heard, which meant the doberman's nose was definitely broken.

Smith now felt much better as he smirked, knowing that someone was probably going to give him shit about this...or maybe he'd get knocked out again. Oh well...Maybe the Angels this guy was insulting would get a kick out of this too. This guy wsa insulting Angels who were actually doing their best when a situation went to hell, and he got his nose broken by a blind, cut-up dumbass civilian. How funny!