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 "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong," Sarah muttered as they rushed toward the door to the basement. She had abandoned her pressed white uniform coat back in the security room, it would only get in the way for what they needed to do. In her right hand was a bone pulled from her shoulder, blunt and bloody. "Maybe next time we should do the hard way first, just to save time." Darcy let out a soft snort of agreement, finally managing to get one of the weapons hidden in her dress free. The blade was a small, unassuming thing, not long enough to kill on its own... but it didn't need to, not with the thin channel of poison that ran down the middle, only able to be released with the slide of a discreet section on the hilt. "I liked this gown," she murmured quietly, giving the tatters hanging from knee to hem - ripped to enable quicker movement - a mournful look. She wasn't the only one who had liked the gown either. "Next time maybe I'll play staff so my pretty stuff doesn't get taken or ruined." She slowed as they got closer to the known grouping of guards. "How do you want to tackle this? Up close isn't my best thing, but I can follow your lead. I'm not without tricks to make them regret touching us, at least." "I can go in hot. If we can get them to underestimate you, we can use that to our advantage." She wished the guards were on the inside of this door-- it would have attracted less attention-- but that didn't matter now. If they didn't get to that switch, everyone was fucked. "Take out the guards, find the key, save our asses." Sarah rushed forward then, hoping to take as much attention off Darcy as possible. She swung at the head of one guard, who dodged back and into another guard behind them. Darcy slipped to the side as Sarah went in swinging, grappling with a third guard. They got an arm around her neck, but a few grunts and twists later she'd pulled them forward with her, left leg behind them and knife sliding through pants into soft skin. Her thumb slid up the hilt of the knife enough to deliver a few drops of the poison before sliding back and out, right hand still keeping a firm grip on the arm around her neck. She dropped the knife behind her and swung upward with her now free hand, channeling a taser's worth of voltage - split between her hands - into the groin and forearm of the guard, keeping both hands pressed tightly against flesh and clothing until they slumped to the ground, muscles twitching erratically. Her knife got stowed carefully back into the sheath sewn into her dress before she started rifling through the guard's pockets and taking anything that looked remotely useful before stepping clear to join Sarah. "No key on this one." "Damn," Sarah grunted, ramming with a bony shoulder into a guard's midsection. Another guard lay slumped against the wall and bleeding from the temple. Not dead, but Sarah suspected that concussion was going to make it difficult for him to follow if he came to. She heard the guard above her pull something from a holster she hadn't noticed before, and jammed the bone hard against his kneecap. The knee hyperextended under the force of the blow, and the shot flew wide. "Heads up!" she called, and rolled out of the way. |
