Post by Akira Nakajima on Jun 1, 2008 10:19:14 GMT -5
The sound of three shoots being fired in succession sounded out around the alleyway, Akira was had both hands supporting her gun and her legs were bent, bracing herself for the recoil from the power of the shot. Smoke poured out the barrel of her gun and as she slowly lowered it and stood up straight she could see the Lycan stumble away in the distance. With a signal for the others to follow Akira ran to the end of the alleyway only to see the beast leap over the wall. Carrying too much speed to slow down Akira ran into the brick wall quickly turning around and looking at the other five Malkavians that were with her, all out of breath and covered in blood.
The drive back was particularly quiet, Akira was at the wheel of the SUV and the people in the back seat muttered to themselves knowing all to well not to even try to hold a conversation with their leader at this point, the look on her face explained it all. Akira hated coming back empty handed, she hated the thought of Demetrius smug grin at the knowledge that one of his ‘children’ had got away with only a few wounds.
The other Malkavians seemed almost relieved to get out of the SUV as it came to stop in the under ground garage at HQ. Akira tried to look on the positive that they were just keen to get their wounds seen to and get to their beds; after all it was the middle of the night. The Malkavian leader however took her time to get out of the SUV, she slowly unpacked took the guns back to the armoury before heading back to the laboratories.
That was the place Akira felt most at home, there was something about the background hum of the computer buzzing away, the glow from the monitors, the tapping noises of the keys on the keyboard and the occasional fowl smell from an experiment gone wrong. Pushing open the heavy fire door Akira wearily walked into the lab seeing that all the heads immediately turned to look at her. With a small smile she wondered over to her workstation, it was perfectly organised and all the other Malkavians knew to stay away from it if they wanted to see the light of day again.
Emptying her pockets her gun was placed on her right while her lighter and battery were on her left. Reaching out to behind the keyboard Akira picked up her glasses and slipped them onto her face. Suddenly everything on the screen became clearer and by tapping a few buttons a computer programme flashed up on screen full of graphs and figures that to an untrained eye would mean nothing but for Akira it meant everything. This was the live feed from the whole operation, a chance for Akira to evaluate her team and where they went wrong.
The drive back was particularly quiet, Akira was at the wheel of the SUV and the people in the back seat muttered to themselves knowing all to well not to even try to hold a conversation with their leader at this point, the look on her face explained it all. Akira hated coming back empty handed, she hated the thought of Demetrius smug grin at the knowledge that one of his ‘children’ had got away with only a few wounds.
The other Malkavians seemed almost relieved to get out of the SUV as it came to stop in the under ground garage at HQ. Akira tried to look on the positive that they were just keen to get their wounds seen to and get to their beds; after all it was the middle of the night. The Malkavian leader however took her time to get out of the SUV, she slowly unpacked took the guns back to the armoury before heading back to the laboratories.
That was the place Akira felt most at home, there was something about the background hum of the computer buzzing away, the glow from the monitors, the tapping noises of the keys on the keyboard and the occasional fowl smell from an experiment gone wrong. Pushing open the heavy fire door Akira wearily walked into the lab seeing that all the heads immediately turned to look at her. With a small smile she wondered over to her workstation, it was perfectly organised and all the other Malkavians knew to stay away from it if they wanted to see the light of day again.
Emptying her pockets her gun was placed on her right while her lighter and battery were on her left. Reaching out to behind the keyboard Akira picked up her glasses and slipped them onto her face. Suddenly everything on the screen became clearer and by tapping a few buttons a computer programme flashed up on screen full of graphs and figures that to an untrained eye would mean nothing but for Akira it meant everything. This was the live feed from the whole operation, a chance for Akira to evaluate her team and where they went wrong.
