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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 7, 2010 9:47:20 GMT -5
Woody shrugged. "Goes by the name "SID" but other than that we have not a lot of info on the guy. But enough chit-chat we need to get over to what's left of the building. I care hear sirens already and I do not want another squad in there right now!"
And with that, the western officer fled across the street, gun in hand, to the half fallen apart building.
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 8, 2010 15:22:11 GMT -5
“Got it.” Buzz kept up with Woody, drawing his own laser pistol. Definitely chaos here. And he had the feeling he’d come across the name “SID” before—come on, he knew just about everybody in the business—but he couldn’t place him/her/it at the moment.
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 8, 2010 22:10:50 GMT -5
Woody back up against a crumpled part of the wall, just tall enough for him. Buzz, shorter than he was, didn't look to have a problem with this.
"Good thing yer short. We wouldn't want a scout to see us,"
Carefully looking over the side of the crumbling wall, Woody could make out a few men standing off to the side, admiring their handy work.
"Have to hand it to ya, SID. Mighty fine job ya did to this place."
SID! Woody narrowed his eyes. There he was, the tall one with long black hair and Gothic attire. He knew it was him by his ever known skull logo on his trench coat. His chief told him to look for it specifically.
"There he is, the one with the skull on him. That's SID." Woody whispered, is voice as low as it could possibly go without it being herd by the party feet away from them.
"Let's see. Fifteen men altogether. I take ten you take five. Got it?"
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 9, 2010 6:15:19 GMT -5
“Thanks,” Buzz whispered sarcastically. He was average height at 5’10”, thank you very much!
“I see, I see,” Buzz whispered back. Yeah, he’d heard of this guy, all right, a while back.
What the… “How about you take seven, I take eight?” Buzz hissed. He would have his five men down before Woody had taken four!
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 9, 2010 11:12:31 GMT -5
Woody looked down at him. He might have been above the 5'5 limit, but Woody was still 6'5. Everyone was shorter than him.
Well, besides Rex, but that guy was just plain tall.
"Let me guess," Woody said, irritatedly. "You've heard of him before. And probably know more about him than I do? Well listen here Space Ranger I don't see a suit on you today so that guys mine. Understand?
"How about I take eight and you take seven, Light-Beer?"
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 10, 2010 5:39:18 GMT -5
((Woody and Buzz just can’t escape some form of rivalry, lol!))
Taken aback by the cowboy’s sudden hostility, Buzz blinked, then narrowed his eyes, jabbing his finger at Woody. “Be my guest, Officer or Detective or whoever-you-are. All I know at the moment is his existence and his name—end of story.”
Buzz just barely bit back a stinging retort and counted to ten, instead. “How about we just get going?” he shot back, noiselessly adjusting his pistol to stun setting.
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 11, 2010 14:55:23 GMT -5
"Fine, "Cocking his gun, Woody made a hand motion for Buzz to go left and himself right.
"We'll attack when ready."
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 12, 2010 5:50:19 GMT -5
((I would have made this longer, but I’ve got to hurry this morning. I’ll do better next time!))
Buzz nodded, tensed— “Ready!” He leaned over just enough to fire a stun bolt at one of the crooks, who instantly fell.
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 12, 2010 12:23:35 GMT -5
((That's okay hun.))
Woody followed soon after with gunfire of his own, taking down two then the third and then on to his fourth, shooting them off like they were cardboard cutouts you shot down at the fair.
Buzz had to give him that he was pretty good with a gun, ranger or not.
He was about to take down number seven when suddenly someone came up from behind and whipped him on the back of the head.
He was out before he even fell to the earth, his eyes rolling behind his head.
SID chuckled as he looked down at the cowboy below, kicking his hard in the side to see if he was still alive.
He was, just unconscious for now. Later on when he woke up he'd be feeling ten times worse with a headache ten times worse than any hangover would give.
SID looked over a the ranger, unknown that his friend had fallen, took out a taser-gun and shot him square in the back, sending him flying to the nearby wall.
"Take then in the basement boys." He said to the ones that were still alive. There's weren't many. "We got some interrogating to do."
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 13, 2010 5:43:09 GMT -5
Buzz had taken down six when something painfully pierced his back, and his world went black. He came to slowly, but when he was fully awake, he realized that he was tied wrist and ankle to a chair. And that Woody had received the same treatment.
“Craters,” he hissed, scanning their surroundings. Basement. Ho boy, he had a bad feeling about this.
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 13, 2010 12:27:26 GMT -5
Woody opened his eyes and was met with a painful glare of a light being shined in his face.
"Look boys, we have a live one." SID smiled, stepping back from the cowboy and stepped over to the ranger.
"Haven't I seen your face somewhere before? That's right! You're on TV all the time. Buzz Lightyear wasn't it?"
He smirked, throwing his head over his shoulder to call to the rest of the boys.
"Hey fellas! Look who we got, Lightyear! Boy, won't Zurg love this one."
"Zurg?" Woody questioned. "So you are working for him." SID shot him a look before his smile returned again. Even and demented.
"That's right, cowboy. Got a problem with it?" He took his hand and put it under Woody's chin. Woody flinched at his touch but never looked away at the greasy haired scoundrel.
He expected him to speak, but he kept on smiling as his grip on his chin tightened just enough for his long nails to sink into the skin, cracking it to allow blood to slide down his neck.
Woody let out a growl as the pain met him. "I suggest you keep quiet unless spoken to. Clear?"
Woody kept quiet. "I said, is that clear?" He backhanded him with such force the he and the chair fell sideways with a sickening clatter to the floor.
Rubbing at his hand SID walked away, uncaring about the mess he just left.
"Someone set him upright. I gotta make a phone call. Good thing that that explosion didn't take down anything else or we'd be screwed."
****
Cora and Mira were gathered along with the rest of the pedestrians outside in the lounge area of the mall. Everyone had been evacuated after the explosion had happened, telling them the bomb squad was on their way and no one was allowed to leave till the all clear.
Cora looked up to Mira, worriedly. "Think Dad's alright? I mean he's a magnet for trouble."
"He should be fine," Mira comforted, though she herself didn't sound very sure of herself. Cora was right, Buzz was prone to trouble wherever he went and it all led to the same bad guy.
"Something here has Zurg written all over it."
"Oh, not you too." Cora groaned. "Don't tell me Dad's gotten to you before you even get hitched."
"Hush now. I'm calling the Commander." She dialed her com, waiting as a response went through.
"Commander? Commander can you read me?"
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 14, 2010 8:56:22 GMT -5
“Woody!” Buzz cried as the cowboy was knocked to the floor. He shot SID a look of pure venom. “You’re going to pay for this,” he hissed. He didn’t know how—he certainly wasn’t in the best position to make threats—but he did know that Lady Justice wasn’t going to let SID off the hook.
***
“Nova, is that you?” Commander Nebula demanded, scowling. “Hold on a sec.” He barked some orders off-screen, then returned a few moments later. “There was a bombing downtown, and we’re locking down the situation. One of the local boys-in-blue is missing.”
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 14, 2010 14:04:02 GMT -5
SID turned smoothly over to Lightyear, a light smile printed on his face.
"You, Lightyear, you have better shut your mouth before I do something worse." He slipped out a knife from his coat and put it up against his neck, the blade sharp and cold.
"Better keep quiet, or that little Princess you're so fond of..." He smirked. "She and a little girl are in the area, aren't they? Oh yes, we know all about you. Zurg has been very generous in telling us about your back story. And don't think we don't know the girl's your kid as well."
He stepped back, the sneer on his face growing bigger. "Now, what are you going to do, Lightyear?"
*** "I know, Sir," Mira said. "We're down at the scene right now. By accident mind you. Do have any clue what happened? And did Buzz contact you at all?"
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 14, 2010 18:32:06 GMT -5
Fury burned in his gut, but the response in both gaze and tone was as frigid as space. “Kill you,” Buzz said evenly, “if you so much as touch those women.” The look in his icy blue eyes was a promise.
*** “Buzz didn’t call,” the Commander frowned. “It’s a criminal by the name of SID. You can ask the local cops—they know more about him than I do. But, Nova? Be careful. Nebula out.”
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Post by cherryproductions on Aug 14, 2010 22:45:41 GMT -5
"Expect no more or less from you Light-Butt," He tossed the knife in the air and caught it, flicking his wrist back right after, closing it shut, stuffing it back inside his long sleeve.
"Now, excuse me while I go make that call. And remember, no funny business or the girls get it, understand?"
His laughter followed him out of the room, leaving the ranger and cowboy in the room. The two other men looked at each other, one signaling out towards the door at the end of the hall and back to the other end where his boss just left.
The other good nodded, stepping lightly towards the door, but not before looking down at Woody, shrugging and walked out. When they were alone Woody looked up from his spot on the floor and said,
"You have a kid? Didn't think you were married. How old?" He was feeling reasonably guilty in getting him caught up in this mess. If the man had a little girl to look after he'd never forgive himself if something happened to Lightyear. Or his family.
***
"Roger that, Commander. Nova out." She closed the com and looked over at Cora. Cora looked up expectantly and didn't like what she got.
"Stay here while I go talk to the police. And I mean it, Cora!"
Cora rolled her eyes as Mira left the girl to find an officer. "And I mean it, Cora. Pssh, it's like she doesn't trust me." She smirked, pulling out a tracking device and smirked when a white dot blinked rapidly on a green, lined screen.
"And for good reason. Knew this tracker would come in handy. Sorry Mom, but you can ground me till I'm thirty if you'd like."
And with that Cora made her own way through the crowd and made way to where Buzz was, a spare blaster in hand tucked neatly up her skirt leg. Hey, who said watching old spy movies didn't teach you anything?
Mira was also talking to an officer when her daughter snuck off. "Ranger Nova, eh? Ah here you are, file 22478. Now, what was it again you needed to know?"
Mira closed her ID with a satisfying snap, repeating herself. "SID. I recently got word from my Commander that he's behind this bombing. What do you know about him?"
"SID?" The officer's face grew suddenly serious. "He's a bad man, m'am. To put it simply he's the kind of man you shoot and ask questions later. Trust me, if you're not combat ready you don't stand a chance with him."
Mira furrowed her brows, worry and concern creasing her face. "Not like I don't know that, sir, but you have to understand my fiancé might be in trouble with this so called SID. I'd appreciate it if you can tell me the location. I can get my team there in less than an hour if needed."
The officer nodded. "I understand m'am, but we already contacted Commander Nebula and he's sending teams down as we speak. Now, if you'd be so kind as to return to your spot, that would be lovely. And don't worry, if we hear word about your fiancé we'll let you know by your Commander."
Mira sighed, but nodded. He was right, not much she could do here. Making her way back to Cora she was slightly, not much just slightly, surprised to find her not there.
Growling under her breath she opened up her communicator and flipped to tracking.
After all you couldn't be too lenient when dealing with this kid, that was for sure.
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