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Masks [Bob]

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The time is 5am in the morning.
We are at The Masks main headquarters in NewYork city with atleast 150 different members of the masks inside. The HQ looks like any regular storage warehouse from the outside. The inside is a different story, the place is laced with the highest spec protection money can buy. Spy drones ad small robots patrol your impenetrable fortress of steel.
The Masks are busy training as usual, they are unaware of what was to come.

Suddenly you hear "OPEN FIRE!" screamed through a window.
Your head turns immediately to the sound of the yell as bullets are suddenly torn through all the windows killing almost all of the younger members and some older, at-least seventy fatalities in a few seconds.
As bullets then rain down upon you, you hear the order: "You are outnumbered six to one. Facebook appreciates your admiration for freedom, but the public ignores your friend request."
You pull you mask over your face and prepare to fight for your life.


Chavvy
The sounds of the chaos beyond the walls broke me from my work, as I stood to throw myself over the workbench for cover. I glanced from around the steel-box table, closing the maintenance cover of my prosthetic as I surveyed the situation. I scanned over the large warehouse, littered with computer screens, weaponry and some of the best warriors of the modern world, taking note of any cover that was available at the time. It would've helped if I spent more time at the base beforehand, but the top men prefer to keep me busy, as with alot of the other... agents. I could see flashes of yellowed-white from around the front door, and the windows in the general area. I was yet to catch a glimpse of the fools penetrating the front, though I kind of felt sorry for them as I took in the shrill cries of pain as they fell. With this however, I could pick out the individual screams of my brothers and sisters, as they were caught by the mass sprays of bullets. Whoever these people were, they may have made a bad mistake going for the most guarded entrance, but they had the right idea how to quickly eliminate the ones guarding it.

I reached into my pocket, and picking out the mask visor, applying it to my face with haste. As the dark glass touched my skin, the black panels that formed the mask spread, quickly wrapping its metallic bands around my head. As the bands clicked together at the back, I activated the pistol bracer on my left arm, getting ready to spring out from hiding to the next spot as soon as the first bullet fell into place...

I would make a break for the workbench towards the front of the workshop, before making a dash towards the computers on the centre desk, making that a vantage point before making my move. I would have to use stealth, at least, until the bullet showers die down...

Conor
sprung up, nudging Bit as I got to my feet. The sound of bullet fire splintered my ears, ripping apart the contents of mine and Bit's small room and the main warehouse hall outside. I prayed for the ones still out there, especially the new ones - my students.
I was quickly in my gear, and I pulled my hood up, the shiny black mask slipping down from the hood and over my face, sucking in my skin to the padded insides of it and clamping around my cheeks. At first there was darkness, but then my vision came to.

"Test zoom." I uttered. My vision moved in and out as I kept one eye on the door, and feeling for my daggers. "Test infra-red." Again, my mask obeyed and provided me with an infra-red view of my surroundings, the only red thing in sight being Bit as he dragged himself from his slumber. We liked our room cool. "Test night vision." I finally said, and my vision went green. Everything was working right. "Normal view."
There was an explosion outside, almost immediately after the bullets had stopped. I guess that was the front door being blown off its hinges. Then there were pops - smoke grenades. But that wouldn't work, not on us. All our masks had built-in air purifying units, and those lucky enough to get infra-red would be sorted. I looked behind me - Bit was getting ready.

"What's happening?" he asked, calmly.

"We're being infiltrated. I'll get Redwolf on." I replied as the sound of Bit's mask slipping over his face razored through my eardrums. I then heard his voice testing his mask lenses. I reached up to my jaw, just beneath the bone, and pressed down, then talked.

"Redwolf, come in. This is Ark. Anyone come in. Bit and I are in our room. We're fine. What's the plan?"

Chavvy
My wrist buzzed, a small motor vibrating as the small screen flashed dimly. A slightly broken message rang in my ear, as my mask was still calibrating to the prosthetic.
"Titan here. Whats going on?" I said, keeping my voice down as I tried my best to see among the fog, and move in closer to the enemy.
"I was hoping you may know more than us." Ark commented, his voice now coming through alot clearer.
"I'll get in closer..."

The smokey blanket started to thin as I got to the centre of the room, now hiding behind a large circular desk, with several computers lining the white counter. I peered over the top, hoping to get a good look at the invaders, only seeing a polished blue helmet, with a white F branded just above the visor.

Facebook.

"Looks like Zuckerburg didn't like our status..." I commented, before setting up the pistol bracer, readying myself to fire.

Mike
"Thermal activate, please," I said to my mask, hearing Ark snort over our solid link com as I asked it nicely. My vision changed instantly, showing the cool blue of thermal, the red and yellow hotspots showing up through the walls. I located the A/C, the electrical wiring, and a large mass of bodies out in the main area of the hq, but no one in the hallway outside of the room Ark and I occupied.

"We're clear to exit," I said, walking over to the door as I clipped my whip onto my belt, "Looks like a mess out in the common (mess hall/hang out area)," My thermal switched off as I took hold of the doorknob, drawing my pistol from its holster, throwing a glance back at Ark, who was tightening the straps on his gloves. Our room was small, two beds and a table with thin white drywall, a single hanging light illuminating the center of the room, over the table. Ark gave me a nod and I twisted the handle on the door and swung it open in one fluid movement, stepping into the hallway, aiming with my pistol along the long corridor lined with doors.

"We're clear, Thermal," I said, activating my thermal as I advanced down the hallway to the corner that lead into the main area where all the ruckus was going down. I heard Ark behind me, walking slowly as we came up to the corner.

"They've got smoke, so stay in thermal," Ark warned, drawing his daggers, a light hiss accompanying the blades' appearance.

"Upturned table to the left, I'll provide cover," I said, taking a deep breath as Ark gave the hand signal. I glanced at the wall for a moment, verifying the positions of the heat blobs charging through the front door, before I stepped out into the hall, firing off a dozen rounds as Ark ducked past, sliding in behind a table. My job, as of now, was to get Ark into striking distance of the group of hostiles.

"Two friendlies coming in from behind," I said, pressing the button on the underside of my mask to talk into the short wave radio, "Callsigns Ark and Bit," With that, I spun around the corner, firing off the last three rounds in my clip before ducking behind the metal table where Ark was taking cover. With another deep breath, I reloaded my gun and glanced around at the table. It looked like I'd taken out seven of the enemy with my spray, the others being mowed down by allies. There were too many dead, though, too many of ours. I could smell the chemical odor of purified air as my mask filtered and 'fixed' the air I breathed in.

"You slide left, I'll draw fire right?" I asked into my mask, Arks voice returning immediately.

"Don't get shot ya arrogant bastard," We were only a few dozen feet from the front entrance, so Ark would be able to reach the group before they realized there were two of us.

LordTomyh
When the gunfire started I was sitting on a crate flipping a single card in my hand. I was watching the other masks train, plotting how to prank them. As soon as the bullets started flying I rolled off the crate, pulling on my mask. I pulled my colt navy, the only gun I had loaded at the time, as voices buzzed through my comms.
"Redwolf, come in. This is Ark. Anyone come in. Bit and I are in our room. We're fine. What's the plan?"
"Titan here. Whats going on?"
"I was hoping you may know more than us."
"I'll get in closer..."
I peeked around the crate, trying to get a good sight of the enemy. The smoke from their grenades hid everything from view except the gunfire.
"Bloody hell" I jumped to the next piece of cover, waiting for bullets to whiz out of the smoke towards me. I peered over the overturned table, grimacing at the dead masks laying on the other side. The guys invading our base, our homer, were going to pay for that. I crouched down and put a finger to my ear, opening my comms.
"This is lucky #7, still alive. Anyone out there?" looking around while I waited I noticed a open case of grenades. Looking inside a smile split my face under my mask; flash, smoke and frag grenades nestled inside like eggs on Easter. I chuckled and keyed my comms again.
"Anyone in need of a distraction?

Pandipoo
Polishing my gun. As I always do. It makes me feel organized and tidy, seeing as I have nothing else to do around here. I do not train like the others, I just keep myself happy. My mask is resting nicely on the table. Staring at the ceiling. I pull the bristle out of the barrel, cock the hammer and place it in my old fashioned, leather chest holster. I'm not one for all this new technology. The only technology I have is built into my mask. Which is a requirement anyway. To keep in contact. Then the mask vibrates. Gun fire and splintering glass erupts from behind me. I immediately place it on my face and make my way to the action.

"Brute get down here!" Someone shouted desperately. I couldn't tell who it was, nevertheless I storm down the corridor, littered with crates and weapons. It appears Facebook has found us. One of the mercenaries breaks down the door in front of me, so naturally I continue running. I'm oblivious to the fear in his face. His pupils dilated right before I pounded my giant fist in to his pathetic blue armour. He falls to the ground. I whip the gun from my jacket and place the barrel on his head. One pull and his head is like soup inside his helmet.

I open another door to see that there is total chaos in what was a peaceful environment not 1 minute ago.

Conor
The smoke seeped through the hall and, with our infra-red reticles on, Bit and I charged out of our room without a sound. He slid, a black and white blur, behind and table and shot a few rounds quickly, causing three of the mercs coming in to turn and begin shooting and shouting orders. As this happened, I zipped through the room and undid my blades.

"Happy hunting, partner." Bit murmured through my radio, and I slashed the first, then the second, dropping them, then came up behind the last one that was coming straight for Bit - or at least the table he was behind. The rest had gone elsewhere, looking for any survivors.
Quickly, and silent as a cat, i came up behind him and slashed the leg, dropping him. Before he could scream Bit had finished with a perfectly aimed shot to the heart.

"Shot." I said through the mic.

"We should kill the lights."

"Good idea."

Bob
was in training when I realized all this happened. Screams and gunfire laced the air surrounding me. I had pulled on my gear immediately, fearing the worst.
I left my room to see smoke, deep smoke down the long corridor, my mask folded itself to my face and my view changing, the augmented reality labeling every object I couldn't see. I weaved through the thick smoke to be approached by three men, the way they walked assured me they were not Masks.
They were millitary, all carrying assault rifles and walking with sluggish postures. These guys were obviously mercenaries. Obviously enemies.
"I'm within firing range, opening fire." I ordered myself, flicking out my silenced 9mm, then following to fire three single bullets into the heads of the three mercenaries. The sound of the silenced piston still alerted others to my position. There bodies dropped almost at the same time, I smiled to congratulate myself on three clean kills.
I glanced at the bodies briefly before fleeing down the corridor to the doors to the main hall. My mask analysed the mercenary corpses as members of facebook.
"Facebook..." I growled. The next room was the main hall. Bodies of my friends were piled high...
It sickened me. I crouched and slowly pounced just behind the door.
"Redwolf here. Any survivors reply." I hissed down the intercom.
The Mercs fired immediately and aimlessly at the sound of my order, my heat sensors in my mask telling me their location from behind the door. Atmost eight of them. They couldn't see me, but they knew I was nearby.
"Called for reinforcements!" Yelled a merc. I gasped.
"Bit here."
"Ark here."
"Titan here."
"lucky #7 here."
"Brute here."
The names of some of the finest Masks exclaimed the survival. Hope was not lost aslong as we're alive.
Suddenly the lights were shot out.

Another importunity? I had to take it.
In the brief darkness between the lights being shot out and the mercs activating their torches, I broke cover running to the Centre of the room.
I flicked out my guns from under my sleeve and stood in the middle, my arms stretched out marking each target being shown from my heat sensors, preparing myself for brutal killstreak.
"You fucking monsters..." I exclaimed.

I then pulled the triggers.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG

conorroberts1995 - (Ark - Conor)
Chavvy416 - (Titan - Chavvy)
??? - (Brute - Pandipoo)
Banekai - (Bit - Mike)
DragonhunterTomyh - (SevenJack - LordTomyh)
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