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Intruders...; Open until this says otherwise
Topic Started: Apr 9 2009, 06:43 AM (183 Views)
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Mamba had made her home in an abandoned warehouse near the old docks outside Tokyo, and had so far been undisturbed. The closest thing to another living being she ever saw were cars in the distance, and ships out to sea. The occasional boaters would stop on the shore about half a mile from the old warehouse Mamba had claimed, but they never got any closer than that. In fact, things were downright peaceful, and other than work and having to go out for the occasional meal (a reptile's metabolism had it's benefits), she was free to stay indoors and sleep. Much like she was doing tonight, curled up comfortably with stack after stack of long forgotten wooden crates.

At least, until someone was unfortunate enough to barge inside.

The sound of someone breaking the metal lock on one of the loading bay doors was enough to snap Mamba out of her slumber, and she immediately went to investigate. Keeping herself relatively concealed amids the stacked crates of course. The higher she was, the less likely she'd be spotted. Adding to that advantage was the fact the power had been cut to the building years ago, the only illumination was what little moonlight managed to make it through the filthy windows, and that wasn't much. Not nearly enough to light up the whole warehouse, at least not for the typical human. It was, however, more than enough for Mamba...

Eventually the door was lifted up, and at least a dozen strangers unknowingly intruded upon her territory. A bad enough mistake on it's own, but several of them seemed to be armed. She could see at least four clearly carrying handguns, two had submachine guns slung over their shoulders, and she couldn't see the other two on foot with any weapons. The remaining four came in a large van, two of them plainly visible in the front seats, while she could see the heads of the other two through the side windows. When the van came to a stop, the two in the back opened the doors to reveal another knock against them: two generators, gasoline, and basic lighting. They were trying to move in, trying to take over her territory. Due to the frenzied shouting of orders from the one [presumably] in charge, no one heard the warnings. Which, admittedly, were in the form of unfriendly hissing.

While the intruders busied themselves unloading their vehicle, Mamba crept silently through the shadows toward the open bay door. The sudden descent of the door, not to mention the loud bang as it struck the concrete floor, understandably startled the trespassers. Still, they obviously thought it was just due to the delapidated state of the building. None knew they weren't alone, at least not yet.

Mamba heard the one in charge barking out orders again, in between the cursing and insults he was hurling at his subordinates for not thinking to prop the door up of course, and as a result she knew enough to back quietly away from the door. At least one was being sent to open the door again, while two others were told to go see if the building still had power. Hopefully it would just be the one coming her way...

Minutes later, a soft snapping sound echoed through the warehouse, though it was the thud of the first intruder falling to the floor that really got the others' attention. The flashlight he'd been given rolled slowly away from the door, still on, before coming to a stop against the stack of crates to the left of the overhead door. One of the others was sent to figure out what had happened, and Mamba could sense his approach. She wasn't psychic, but hard soled shoes on a concrete floor eliminated any chance of successfully sneaking around in the darkness. She was hoping he'd be dumb enough to ignore the flashlight and keep walking so she could get behind him, though that plan hit a snag when it became apparent he didn't bring one of his own. The sudden sound of combustion engines meant the generators were up and running, which in turn meant that the warehouse wouldn't be completely dark for too much longer...

Her attention was quickly drawn back toward the second man coming around the corner, stopping to reach down and pick up the flashlight. She had nowhere to hide at this point, which meant the only choice was to attack. He managed to get out a quick warning when he stood up just in time to see an orange eyed figure lunge out from the darkness, hitting him with enough force to knock him off balance and into another row of crates. It didn't kill him however, and Mamba rushed forward to do so when she quickly realized the rest of the group had just spotted her with their own flashlights and opened fire shortly afterward. So, she changed plans on the fly, and instead grabbed the second intruder and threw him toward the stream of bullets, mortally wounding the man (if not killing him outright) while providing Mamba a temporary reprieve from the gunfire as the firing squad stopped when they realized one of their own was in the way. Little too late for his sake though, but his death allowed Mamba to retreat back into the shadows.

Now the warehouse was bustling with activity, the man in charge of the gang shouting obscenities and orders to kill the 'creature,' which only added to Mamba's ire. Still, the hunt was now on in earnest, as all but one of the survivors were ordered to search the rest of the warehouse and kill her. Oddly enough, she was the one being called an intruder. Still, so far the remaining gunmen were too dumb to pair up. She could probably take out a few of them before they figured that little strategy out, but she wasn't invincible. Or bulletproof. The rest would be a problem...
Edited by Relentless, Apr 9 2009, 06:43 AM.
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