Test Chapter 2: Depths

*cough cough* "eh...hrmm"

Scott pulled on the collar of his shirt, attempting to give reason to his fidgiting. The man was probably still in his twenties and still a little green as a security guard. Or...that is to say he'd had experience donning a simple blue uniform with walkie talky and greeting guests with a smile. He wasn't used to being dressed like a mafia member with a walther tucked under his arm. Having this beast of a man on the other side of the door wasn't helping either.

Siege was probably the wet dream of most football manager's. His height was unnatural, and he was so thick and burly Scott wouldn't be surprised if he had to enter doors sideways. His stony features, and slicked back silver hair rather tipped the balance in comparison to Scott's lithe body and curly auburn locks. He was a little unnerving to be around, deathly quiet, and quite likely packing something bigger than a police pistol under that jacket.

"Umm, so...kinda odd being tucked all the way up here isn't it?" All he got in response was a volley of crashes and screams suddenly erupting from downstairs. Scott was almost scared the giant was going to bit his head off for breaking silence. So needless to say the sound of their head sets blaring off turned him completely pale.

He had nothing to worry about of course. Siege himself was already moving. The man's power walk was likely the equivalent to a well paged jog to most of smaller stature. He wasted no time in tearing off his jacket and pulling out a giant revolver from a chest harness. As he moved his form seemed to swell and grow rigid in shape. His uniform ripped and tore in a few select places, and traces of a helm began to take shape across his head.

'Hitomi, main floor, trouble. Meet me there.'

As Siege moved across the upper level he concentrated for any signs of signals. If he was fortunate, the ones causing the disturbance would be DaCre or at least be giving off something traceable. Then it would be a simple matter to place himself overhead.

'Scott, secure the personnel. Don't get hurt.'

'Uwah?! O-oh yes of course.' Scott reluctantly pulled his Walther free, double checking the clip before proceeding down in a different direction.

"Hmm so he does speak."

'Who does?'

"Umm...nothing."

Siege had already altered his course the moment the Lieutenant had given the room number. His mind was quickly filing through the location in relation to his own, as well as the number of entrances. They'd likely be all concentrated on the single entrance it provided. Siege didn't know who the enemy was, how many, or what devices they were employing. It would be best if he used an approach he was familiar with.

Now approaching his destination, Siege gave a light hop and landed where he wished. As he did he made certain to fling his weight downward and thrust his legs straight.

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Any enemies gathered around the entrant to room 113 risked being turned to paste. A giant mass from above came crashing down one a board of wood, plaster, and steel. As Siege came rushing downwards, he made sure to turn his head to get a full look at the situation. Any robots within his line of sight would find a giant chunk of lead whizzing towards their heads from Siege's gun. Of course after his revolver emptied he'd likely have to take a different approach. But it was a hell of an entrance.

'Understood Lieutenant, I'm at your location now. Hold position.'

"And that's go-time cowboy." Sitting in a lounge on the second floor, Utah Septius stopped throwing darts as a message blared across the plasma TV in front of him. He wasn't particularly alarmed, despite the fact that it *was* an alarm. CDC headquarters was practically a hub for small disasters. They weren't even called alerts anymore: on Utah's own blackberry, it was now labelled a Live-Fire Practice.

Speaking of blackberries... That made a decent weapon. As did a whole host of other assorted junk on Utah's desk, all of which he swept up into his arms as he moved out the door and onto a stair-rail. The sliding itself seemed to take no effort: instead, he was entirely focused on the collection of short, pointy objects building in his hands. It was hard to tell what was most impressive: the juggling act, the skidding itself (done with a suprisingly apt balance), or just the collection he was holding. Some seemed legimate: there were definitely a few knives in there. But a few of them were paperweights, and even a rubber bouncy ball. With an arm like his, he didn't realy need to discriminate.

Shoving them all into a satchel at his side, Utah in turn drew out a dead ancient stone tomahawk, turning a corner and immediately coming up across from Hitomi. "Who're we fightin'? Ninjas?"

Without waiting for a response, he swung the tomahawk towards the side of the ninja's neck. He wasn't a fancy DaCre like Siege in terms of strength... But there was just something satisfying about Tomahawk-based Decapitation.

"Why is it never Vikings?" Assuming he wasn't dodging more enemy fire, Utah shook his head. "I'm out another five bucks."

Not terribly focused on the precise motions of his opponents, Siege only cared of their location. In a sense this at least made it easier to react quickly. He spun his entire torso counter clockwise. His hands glowed briefly as he moved to slam both enemies, one with each fist. The one on his right would find the fist coming up from his left. He was likely going to have his spin crushed in at the neck. A duck at that point would mean his skull would likely cave. The left would find a backhand rushing to greet him. The way Siege pivoted caused the hand to dip slightly, allowing it to serve like an uppercut. This would make evasion more difficult.

Should the blows of his enemies land they could cause jarring impact depending on their strength. But they'd be hard pressed to do anything but tear past the shirt, vest, and pants, revealing the bright white armor underneath. Not to mention it wouldn't divert Siege's own actions, and their own attacks meant dodging would be even harder.

Should either of Siege's attacks land, the robos would be dealt additional damage as they were mashed into the walls.

"Troublesome."

Only olden day low level gear would still lack the inner padding needed to muffle reverberating damage. It would take something akin to a judo throw for him to truly feel such impact. And his innate did a good job of enhancing it. He was designed to take hits after all. Nevertheless it was irrefutable that constant barrages from these creatures could wear him down badly.

Responding to the sound of gunfire inside, Siege clasped ahold of the doorknob. The way he turned the handle was enough to crush it. Assuming it was locked, it would either give way under the pressure, or Siege's forward press would knock it down anyways. Hearing gunfire after hearing the Lieutenant's report concerned him. He was more interested in getting inside to survey the situation rather than caring about property damage.

Troublesome indeed. Siege sauntered forward, hoping the robot would be more engrossed with the Lieutenant and making the hole than Siege's own massive revolver. He stabilized his arm, aimed and fired, one shot for the head, the other for the torso. Even if the slugs didn't pierce it's armor. The sheer force of the large shells would likely be sufficient to knock it back. But Siege wanted to be certain of this.

As he fired, he activated his magnetism. The pull towards himself in tandem with the kinetic impact pushing the robot back would likely completely knock it on it's back. Siege would be ready in case this fail, however. Should it succeed, though, he'd be more than ready to tear it limb from limb.

The second the shell hit the robot, it was a little screwed. In attempting to launch any sort of flying kick it would have needed to complete its hole so it could build up some kind of momentum. And building that momentum was further difficult since, until the shots, it have been more focused on burrowing. What momentum it could build would be cut or hampered by the shell. Even if the kick was somehow still fast enough to make a notable impact, it wouldn't be faster than Siege. A simple side step and pivot allowed the robot to sail just past him. His magnetism wasn't strong enough nor was it focused in any particular area to tilt the robots foot in his direction. With half of the robot having sailed by and his hands already extended, he merely brought them both crashing downwards, to mash the ninjabot hard against what was likely pure cement and other minerals. The main floor was naturally more heavily reinforced.

"Are there others Lieutenant?!"

It was to Tanya's credit that she didn't leap at Mr.Elchanan's sudden firing, and still managed to hand him his coffee without incident. The fact that she stepped back when the robotic ninja continued to advance was just a show that she didn't know her employer's like of... Pop, as much as coffee. The robotic ninja collapsing made her catch herself but she managed to regain her poise before actually responding to her boss's question.

"Ummm... Of course. Heh." As they continued down the hall, Tanya paused the kick the downed robot in the head, and, when it twitched, to kick it again instead of flinching.

Keeping to the task at hand, she kept in pace with Mr.Elchanan. "Do we have the Rank of the infiltrator?"

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"Robot ninjas? Well, that's sorta new." When the ninja didn't immediately fall, Utah broke into a series of backflips, snatching out a crude little curved dagger that looked like something ancient cultures would use in mummification from his pack...

When he reached the wall behind him, Utah grinned.

"Lemme 'grill' ya for information, sneaky. Flame Trail!" The dagger in Utah's hand caught fire, and he tossed it for the bottom of the charging ninjas neck, using it like a boomerang rather than a straight shot for a better chance at avoiding a block by that pole. Behind the dagger a trail of flames instantly blared to life, sizzling the air as it suspended itself on its way to the ninja.

Of course, if he didn't kill it, the asianic assassin would still have Hitmomi at its rear...

"Hmm, this sounding like leadership job. So...you're in charge Lieutenant." Siege wasn't joking either(assuming he was capable of such a thing). Tactics and strategy were things he rarely toyed with when involving multiple persons. Heck even when teaming up with Hitomi it couldn't really be called strategy.

"Just point me in direction. But I can't protect too well if you send me to far. Keep it in mind."

Siege raised a brow as though uncertain, but it was fortunately hidden by his helm. He gave a nod and took his place behind the staff workers.

"I am ready. Give the word, I follow your signals."

"Damn, was that Random?" Utah winced at the sight of one of the other employees getting promptly struck down. "He had two point five kids... Ninja bastards."

Utah frowned... Then walked past Hitomi a step and picked up a metal chair, growling.

"It works with big things too, jackass! Fire-Trail!" Utah spun the chair around in an arc, during which it raged into fire, and hurled it across the room at the ninja, still facing the other way from its attack on poor Random. He didn't even check the results... The bigger the object, the bigger the fire trail. That thing was literally toast.

"Alright..." He nodded to Hitomi, and readied a knife in his hand. "Let's get the lady ta safety Miss Hitty."

"Holy salisbury steak on a cracker," Utah blinked in fascination at the renewed vigor of the ninja. "How the hell are you not burnin'?"

The exasperated southerner popped up a second knife into his hands, but kept to Hitomi's side. "Now that just ain't normal, even for ninjas. Miss Hitty, let's make this quick-like and move fer the break room. You two keep moving, and I'll keep the bot on his toes."

"Flame trail again-" Both of the knives in Utah's hand took fire; but instead of aiming them both at the ninja, he skipped one across the ground, spurting up streams of fire where the ninja was standing and in the space between the robotic fiend and Hitomi. Once that got it moving, he would throw the second knife right ahead of wherever it leapt, so it would leap right into place for a headshot.

"Well if ya look at it all literal-like..." The flames were still spinning about from the bizarre throws, but the ninja was dodging them easily enough to prevent Utah from trying the same tactic again. Instead, he rolled backwards and scooped up the woman Hitomi was struggling to protect himself, slinging her over his back and deposited Hitomi on his head.

"No time for that darlin'. Toss up a sheild- we're making a break for it!" Utah took off towards the breakroom, kicking anything in his way back towards the ninja. If it moved this fast leaping around, he'd hate to see it running full-throttle. But he would be able to keep his balance this way, and Hitomi had already proved capable of knocking the ninja's blows away as long as he kept them glancing- it gave them a better chance than waiting for the ninja to be right on top of them anyway.

Siege was not about to attack without hesitation. He was no fool. Swapping places with the Lieutenant, the hulking man peered around the corner with as much caution as the officer. His keen eyes quickly scanned the area for the enemies, hoping to gain some insight as to how he should approach the situation.