Tongue Sandwitch, Served Hot

[deadlock]

The iron giantess was starting to lose her cool, if she hadn't already lost it. What was with these people? Its like they didn't understand how serious this was, what the stakes were in all of this. But, then, she was the only one who had seen... the faciluty. The hive was beneath their feet - it probably had been for a couple years now - waiting to put the boots to them all.

In frustration, she punted a zombie clear across the street and into a third story window with disturbing ease, and was about to shove York's precious Bucar down the street herself when ANOTHER cop drove up - she knew a cop when one drew within a block. Around here, it was a simple survival trait, one way or the other. For better or worse for the Kings, cops were public servants. At least now people were so rare that "the public" included people like them - legal organization or not.

"Jax, I *AM* Eddie, you blockhead!" Edyth said in a venomous hiss as she grabbed a zombie by the face, and used him as a creature club to bludgeon his friends and neighbors with, sending zombies flying, threw him into the air, and skeet-shot him with her nailgun, pinning him to a bank building's 'B'. The zombies that rushed them now were stragglers. Small fries.

"Look, beneath our goddamn feet is the be-all end-all motherlode of mutated motherfuckers - I saw it with my own eyes - we CANT stand here talking like a bunch of retards!" Deadlock bent down reeeeally close to the three of them, her immense mass looming over them. "We're leaving now, got it? We're gonna need all the guns we can get to even survive the NIGHT."

As if on cue, it was like the city started to shriek as the last glimmer of sunlight went down. Deadlock stood straight again. Aw hellfire. "Do as I say! Go! I'll cover you!" she turned into the city proper, and took a readied stance - they had a basically clear shot to 99th street.

[Jax]

Jax lowered the gun as he heard what he had wanted to hear for months now. He had suspicions for a while. Just a simple two and two addition but he wasn't sure and he wasn't about to accuse one of his few good friends about something like that without evidence. He had wanted to know for sure not to expose his friend but to congratulate 'him' for the awesome mech suit. It wasn't everyday one of the 99 Kings showed the initiative to build something that unbelievable... or initiative at all for that matter. Smiling he put the gun away and reaching into the golf bag over his shoulder he removed a simple crowbar with a added on rubber grid of a handle slipped on it. Enough for a better grip while still allowing his flesh to touch the metal. In addition the length of the handle had been increased by a foot by the addition of a welded on length. He practically whistled as he took it out and gazed on it's clean length before harshly turning to the Fed and the Cop.

"Okay little piggies c'mon we have to do what the mean ol' mech tells us to. So hop on a bike of ya choice Morgan before I knock you out and throw ya down to slow down the corpses."

Jax looked over to the cop on the bike, took a moment to admire her form and sense... something... something very good about her... before kicking his own wheels into action, the sounds of the rubber spinning over the concrete music to his ears as he neatly swung the crowbar down to brush the concrete throwing up some sparks.

"C'MON ON YA $&(#ERS! WE HAVE TO GO SAY HI NINETY-SEVEN OTHER KINGS! THEY HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE WITH OUR NEW FRIENDS!"

Truth be told there wasn't ninety-nine members in the gang but everyone pretended there was, some said there was just that Eddie and Jax got counted repeatedly because of what they could do. Some said others were hidden and waiting to awaken when they were needed... Jax said Some people needed to put down the Crank and get back to work. That was usually accompanied by Jax shouting and kicking people back into action. He never expected being in a gang would resemble being a @&*( baby sitter.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Part of her metallic flesh actually felt as though it crawled when she took a slight glance of the chipped paint upon the door. Nothing worse than ruining a piece of art car, in fact if she had the time she'd fix it up for him but that didn't look like so much as an option right now. The FBI guy was on his merry way packing some stuff and she hadn't a clue what was up with the pickles and cigarettes but she was actually feeling a bit on edge deep down considering this wasn't exactly time for being slow. Even though beneath that visor her composure seemed bland as hell, she took a lovely little gander at the badge being flashed at her just before he introduced himself along with a `Nice to meet you, Officer` which was a pleasant change of pace since people at the office weren't exactly her biggest fans. Given different circumstances she would shake this guy's hand for being polite but clearly the environment didn't call for it. Right now she was still getting ready to jet off in a heartbeat. Wait...why the HELL was he out of the car?!

Narrowing her eyes a bit and quirking a brow, she wasn't quite sure what to think but again, she came over at the END of their conversation. Well f-4KIDS-k, according to what she could see they going in an area that a beautiful vehicle like that would be unable to go. Good thing she didn't bring the cruiser like retard rookie-McGee wanted her to do! Oh for the love of coffee...now she was getting questioned?! The other two seemed a bit rushed, they were in a VERY unsafe area and he wanted to ask her questions?! Just about to say she'd answer them on the way to wherever the hell they needed to go, it seemed like the ol' contact in an armor suit let the cat out of the bag and offered some answers. Wait...underground...a Hive?

Sure she felt something strange under the city when she came over recently but left it to `freaking pipes` and `Gotham residents making weird things underground`. Geeze....maybe she should of investigated it sooner...not like her higher-ups here would of believed her. Hell they only knew she was like a secret weapon and that's about all. Plus the ten foot bundle of destruction had a point, they couldn't chill out over here like a bunch of retards. The sun was going down and the clock was ticking! Setting her foot on the ground and leaning toward the side, she figured she'd share her ride with this guy since chances were he wasn't going to trust some guy who looked like a punky thug with a gun, bag of probably deadly goodies and crowbar in his grasp. Personally she'd feel safer with someone who was ready to smash a zombies head in but mellow jello York didn't seem the type to share that department of her logic.

Not like she was any better with a bloody tonfa in her holster but at least she was in uniform. Deep down, she was amused with the comment Mr. I got a plow em' down chopper! had to say actually realizing she could definitely be far from bored with this bunch on a short-term alliance of sorts. Though on the outside she remained completely stoic as though this was a game of poker and each hand dealt could deem them losers or winners of a life or death game. Turning her attention back to the guy who put away a suspicious looking metal BAWKES box along with his sub machine gun earlier on among other goodies while the guy who she thought was called Jax from what she heard earlier make some oddly catchy noise with his wheels and crowbar before announcing it was time to visit 97 other Kings for a gift. Well if their buddies gave her any crap she was more than ready to hold her own but she didn't worry about that for now. "C'mon, this little piggy wants to get some coffee sooner rather than later when this crazy mess is a little more cleaned up, York...so hop on and just lean when I lean or you'll be a dead weight. Oh...and if you don't hop on right now, I really doubt the big scary monsters that come out at night will deny the taste of bacon. In other words, answers later, riding like we stole it now."

Saying those words in a serious fashion as though there was no hint of joking or humor in her words, she looked over to the guy with quite a few piercings before speaking up once more in the same `fact of a matter` tone, "Take lead and I'll follow. Surprise, I'm from out of town and hardly come to Gotham...unless your friends are at a doughnut or coffee shop then I'll gladly take lead. ...much to my dismay, I'm sure that isn't the case." Shrugging after those words, she REALLY hoped her FBI pal would of hopped on by now, otherwise she'd have to drag the poor guy kicking and screaming. As cruel as good ol' Officer Waldgrave could be, she wasn't about to leave someone behind.

[York]

'Zach...I think I'm starting to figure out what sort of person our 'Officer Waldgrave' is. I'm not quite sure exactly what she's thinking, but she has on that perpetual poker face like it's the only way she can speak...'

York walked quietly to the back of Trisha's motorcycle, thinking about the new mysterious arrival, the mechanic and the cyborg, and where the hell they'd be in an hour simultaneously. It seemed as though they had noticed his reluctance to get out of the vehicle previously and reacted rather negatively to it. He figured out exactly why once he placed his full attention past Officer Waldgrave's silvery hair. Zombies were coming, their moans attracting even more zombies then the stranglers that attack now. York grabbed his handgun once more and poised it to hit the remaining undead. Bullets wetly slammed into their heads, the gun firing with deadly accuracy.

"Good shot! Nice one! Excellent! Nice! Headshot! Good one! Excellent!"

He mumbled enthusiastically to himself, apparently congratulating himself on his headshots. He didn't really seem all that interested in his gun, and while he did hit an impressive amount of zombies, several shots pinged off into the distance, hitting streetlights or neon signs. Quickly, he opened, closed, and then fastened his briefcase to the back of the motorcycle, using some extension cords that...were already inside the briefcase before signaling to the rogue police officer that he was all packed up and ready to roll.

'She isn't very apathetic, though she wears her face like a mask of such....Oh, I almost forgot Zach.'

"To the King's hideout then. Let's not waste anymore time, alright? AlsoTrishayouweren'tbittenbyzombiesIhopeyouweren'tbutifyouwereIdon'tunderstandwhyyouhavethebandagesI'mtalkingthisfastbecauseyoutoldmenottoaskquestionsbutIfeelasthoughIneedtoaskyouthisoneisthatacceptable?"

[deadlock]

Deadlock did as she said she was going to do - she held the line, gave the fed and the cop the time they needed to get York resituated into the back of Trisha's motorcycle. She covered them all, standing imposingly over the three humans amidst the rising tide of the undead. The mecha-clad woman even did her best to take the quieter route, even as the screams and moans of the undead began to rise around them. She seemed like she was concentrating, silent, deadly silent to the three of them.

Truth was... she was weighing her options.

What would a hero do in this situation? She had people to protect, she knew where to find the sons-of-bitches responsible for the outbreak. Hell, she even had a superpower of sorts at her disposal. Her eyes flicked to the power guage - it was kicking at full, and she knew it could run for... days before she had to change the core filaments out. She'd spent... a lot of damn time working that trick out: One had to do these things in Gotham, where a firefight could... last a while.

Her free hand, the one not operating an industrial nailgun pulled out the Fed's phone from her vest pocket. She smiled. She must have nicked it by 'accident' when she'd had to jump so suddenly from the moving vehicle earlier. In the darkness of her visor, she lifted it up and rapidly accessed the internet - she had a signal, and it was a modern phone, after all - and rapidly tabbed. Were there construction sites near here? She laughed a bit. Of course there were.... and there was also... oh sweet zombified merciful heaven. It was a zombie apocalypse, right? Who would give a real damn if she... borrowed a few things from The Warehouse.

As Jax and Trish started off, she watched them go with backward flicking glances, then started off in the opposite direction. She held York's phone in her teeth, and sank her arm into the claw again, just in time to grab a zombie by the face that had it in his head that gnawing on it would be a good idea, and crushed him to goo. She again looked back, the red eye of the suit flashing... then broke into a run. She knew what a hero would do in this situation.

Better her life than her family's. Better her than... everyone else. She could bite the bullet. As she picked up pace, the moaning grew louder, the sounds of the motorcycles roaring faded away beneath the cacophony. She was the bigger target. She was the higher priority to the horde - she was ooh shiny and drew attention like a brick to the head.

And she'd be one HELL of a big brick. Pulling her arm from the claw again, she again took York's phone, and tabbed through. First order of business: Get. More. Nails.

[Jax]

Primal metal roared as Jax blurred across the pavement, he slowed briefly from time to time to demonstrate to anything unfortunate enough to get in his way way he was known as the King of this stretch of Gotham pavement, this was his terrian, his territory and he wasn't gonna let a mere mutant naked frog get in his way and he demonstrated this with the shift application of a velocity enhanced crowbar or a brief wheelie to simply run over what was in his way. Rubber and steel proving to be an excellent weapon at the right time and the right place. As the heavily altered vehicle advanced he turned the handle bars so he was zooming in a straight line and waved both arms wildly over his head as soon as they were in site of the Kings Lair, his arms a windmill of motion above him. Satistfied he had gotten the King's attention he turned to look over his shoulder at the two "piggies" He screamed to be heard over the noise of the engines.

"THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET ALL KINDS OF &@*&#ING INTERESTING! BETTER PUCKER UP THOSE @#&HOLES!"

As they got closer to the building in the distance details came into being, windows reinforced with steel, door that were more drawbridges then anything, this wasn't a building anymore it was a castle built to survive a siege... and as a rifle bullet zoomed over Jax's head he smiled. The castle had teeth. This was intensified as a rocket zoomed over head hitting a building, the bursts of automatic fire at the creatures behind them and ahead a garage door began to open and a large man with a gatling gun stood in it. Jax quickly shouted behind them.

"I SUGGEST THAT ANY BACON THAT SEES ANYTHING THEY DON'T LIKE GO CONVIENTLY BLIND FOR A WHILE OR FIND THEIR OWN PORT IN THE @&*@ING STORM ALRIGHT!? GOOD!"

Twisting the accelerator Jax burst into another gear and as the door appoarched he slowed a bit and twisted his body and the bike, slipping into a skid as he kept going forward as the bike turned so it was perpendicular to the foward momentum, the tires ran a black streak across the pavement as he ground to a halt and just before the opposite wall. Looking over to the cop and fed he made 'c'mon' motions with his hands.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Well damn, he had a right to go on ahead and compliment himself! Each and every sound her hearing could pick up after the rounds fired were followed up by a fleshy end. "Took the words right out of my mouth, York. I'll give you a gold star when we get back and let you pick to turn it in for doughnuts or coffee." Pushing off the ground right at the moment he gave the signal he was all set and then her boot clad foot back on the pedal before starting up to speed after the unlikely leader in this little following game of sorts. Though she couldn't help but look back toward the ten foot zombie crusher...and...her passenger in the process before narrowing her eyes a bit as though she was quietly saying `...damn it.` before turning her attention back forward. Something felt just plain old wrong leaving that guy there to stand his own...or...at least she could of sworn her contact was a guy. Honestly she didn't spend much time trying to figure out the appropriate genders of people considering all of them were individuals she was going to dedicate her life to protecting in some form or another.

Sometimes that even meant putting someone behind bars to keep them and those around them safe. It was a strange way to look at it but those days of feeling like it might be wrong to keep people confined and caged up were out the window for the vast majority she got her mitts on. Fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice...shame on me...er...I'll be more careful from this point on. THAT was her motto. Realizing that a bit before they left, the FBI guy she was here to help out in the first place asked her a series of questions in fast forward which caught her a little off guard. Quite frankly, the only time she could recall anyone talking anything close to that was Jeri...when he was extremely hyped up on coffee and doughnuts. But not as humorous or random as that, obviously.

Might as well have a little bit of fun answering him, right? Speeding up her own words while speaking in her usual, casual tone with a very slight undertone of irritation, "Yeahyeahdon'twantyoufeelinguncomfortablebackthere. Anyway. Iwouldbesomewhereinpiecesifthatwerethecase. IfIgetbittenI'mturningintoasuicidebomber. They'reallfrombeingameatshieldsinceIcantakeabulletI'llbefinethough." The metal cop's tone was loud enough for her passenger to hear over the engines having a jolly ol' time speeding off to their destination. Wait...while following after the punk leader of the day...it seemed like he was flailing as though to signal someone in the distance.

In the distance, right ahead...it felt like there was lots and lots of metal...well crap on a stick, they were close now weren't they? A little late reaction of how they might not exactly think a pair of law enforcers may be there to actually HELP them and not in the sense of snapping handcuffs on all of em'. Damn it damn it damn it...! Deep down she was tempted to turn and take the fed with her to avoid costing her passenger's life...but at the same time if they tried ANYTHING at all she had the edge advantage plus the element of surprise. It's not like she was wearing a shirt that said `I MANIPULATE METAL, BITCHES! PREPARE FOR A METALLIC COCOON OF DEADLY DOOOOOOOM! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!`let alone display her power in a painstakingly obvious way in front of either of these guys.

They'd find out either the hard way or in the process of defending them, but not as a blunt announcement. Ok...she didn't need a college degree to know what Jax meant by his yelling. Plus the feeling of oncoming led meant one thing and one thing only...they were firing at their brain loving pals behind them. Doing a fantastic balancing act of sorts and flicking the handles to further tune the bike with her balance more so than York, her hands quickly moved to her pair of tonfa and pulled them up next to her face for a moment to block York out of view. If anyone bothered to wonder why, they were answered by a few little stray `tnk!`s. Great...just great...now there were little dents in her pretty weapons! Easy enough to fix for her, but she'd do that later since for now she had a small cover to maintain that she might of had some funky skin condition and lots of guts.

Holstering the pair of tonfa once again around the time there was a KA-FRICKEN-BOOM loud explosion thanks to a fly by rocket crashing into a near by building like it owned the place. Soon as her weapons of choice for the evening were put away, the cop with a ton of bandages wrapped around her plethora of wounds quickly grabbed onto the steering handles and did a sharp turn to get directly behind Jax in hopes of less stray bullets coming their way. Trish couldn't blame them for watching out for a fellow gang member more so than the police who usually give them trouble, made perfect sense. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if some of them tried killing them after...not like it hasn't happened before. The whole announcement of how the bacon conveniently went blind for now or go elsewhere. Accelerating to catch up soon as it came to the home stretch of getting into the garage along with being signaled to hurry up, she took a sharp turn before skidding a bit and stopping her own bike a couple feet away from Jax's own. Turning her vehicle baby off and then kicking down the stand, the cop without a gun quickly pulled out her keys and shoved them in York's pocket. Getting off as though she was going to miss a doughnut sale of the century and unsnapping the vest followed up by removing it to plop it where she was sitting.

That's right, she left the helmet on, now it was revealed that even though the patches on her shoulder were for the Gotham Police Department, her badge was a little different. There was a dragon that looked like it came out of folklore which said `M.C.T` on the top and below it in smaller letters `Metahuman Containment Team`. The special force styled group meant for handling those the super heroes normally dealt with weren't really known here, mostly in New York and L.A where she and Allegra Ford were normally stationed. Taking a look at the guy with the gatling gun, and then the gun itself, part of her felt like making a joke but she had something far more important to do...which was a surprise to her since she normally had time to toss some snarky humor out there THEN bolt off to do something. What the joke would be about would remain a mystery as the officer with shiny locks turned back to the fed she had orders to fetch. "You need my vest more than I do, its got a LOT of ammunition in the pockets so take those. I have a strong urge to run out there into the big frying pan and retrieve our big metal comrade, so take refuge here, York. If I don't come back any time soon with Deadlock, just assume I screwed up, died, and leave it at that. Not like our new friends here will mind this pig going into the slaughter house. Oh, and don't forget to check in with the station if I can't escort you. That way you'll have a safe way back and reunite with your car."

Saying those words in a blunt fashion but hints of `hey buddy, this is friggin' important!` and even leaving her composure as though this was still a game of poker with intent to make damn sure none of them could see she was actually worried like crazy about the mecha clad ally they left behind. Lifting her hand up for a moment before a subtle flick as though to silently say `See ya`, she turned away and went off into a sprint before the large door could get itself shut not bothering to stick around and hear what anyone had to say. Running as fast as she could in the direction the unlikely team came from, the speakers built into her helmet hissed before a frantic voice hit her ears, "TRISH! Come in! Where are you?! Weren't you just supposed to get the Morgan guy then come back?! It's suicide to deal with all of those monsters!"

Maneuvering around the corpses and bullets, she spoke up in a serious tone while continuing to bolt off back toward Deadlock, "That WAS the plan, wasn't it? Well, it's a shame because we had to deviate a bit from that rescue mission. There were uninfected survivors and leaving them out here would be the dumbest thing any of the coffee club could possibly do. I'm here to clean up AND protect whoever doesn't need a bullet to the head making sure they remain safe. I also need you to send a crew to pick up an abandoned vehicle located at the coordinates you gave me. I'll radio you later, don't eat my doughnuts or else."

Snapping her bandaged fingers to disconnect before he could say another word, a stray...naked mole rat frog mole thing of nasty fleshtastic doom tried to glomp her. To that though she leaned forward and slammed her fist swiftly into its chest cavity, triggering the metal plates on her fingerless leather gloves to become small spear-like blades. Among the little bloody mess, she destroyed its lovely heart in a messy splatter of flesh and blood getting a bit of blood on her visor. Pulling out her fist which caused the blades to reverse for a moment before reverting to normal, she continued the sprint getting out of sight from the Kings and York doing a surprisingly good job missing all those stray bullets here and there. Bolting off again as she removed the tonfa from their holsters, she was getting out of the firing zone meaning there were probably going to be more of those little bastards. Even though she hadn't been running for very long it felt almost like an eternity only because she was trying to find someone. Always the case when looking for some lost thing out there...it's like you're never going to find it.

The corpses and sight of the abandoned car came into sight...DAMN IT! Where the hell did that big suit of mobile armor go?! Not too long ago it was RIGHT THERE making sure they had the straight away...why the hell didn't her contact follow them?! Something was up...was it...no that Eddie person couldn't possibly be that stupid..right? Or at least not as gutsy as her to go up against an army all alone...Deadlock didn't have THOSE kinda guts..right?! Oh who the hell was she trying to convince! Standing there next the the fed mobile, she figured now was as good of a time as any to get her detective work in motion...with a little cheating of course. More like power assistance in being a walking talking metal detector time, but that wasn't the big picture here.

Left foot, right foot, step after step the woman wearing her dark blue uniform made her way around the area before noticing a HUGE foot print looking thing. "...and bingo was his name..." Crouching down and resting her knee on some twitching zombie's head to crush it under her weight while getting a closer look at the slight robotic foot print denting the pavement...that clinched it...Officer Waldgrave just had to follow these and get a move on! If that didn't work...then...well...she'd have to figure something else out. Pushing herself off the ground like a track star runner, she was back on the run following the somewhat empty path of corpses and tracks. Though the population was getting less scarce in terms of violent critters of death. Holstering one of her tonfa, she snapped her fingers a couple of times to hone in on any moving masses of metal about ten feet tall. There we go!

Picking up the pace, she gave herself a pat on the shoulder since no one else in their right mind would, then grabbed onto the holstered tonfa, tugging it up again getting ready to be back up just in case! Smart move too since it seemed like the unwanted welcoming committee were coming into view. Fun fun fun, seemed like they were organizing the most dangerous, infectious party known to all of mankind! Closing in on the armored contact, she came by a few zombies which were told `HI!` by swift smacks to get them out of the way. That's when she saw the person they left behind and flicked up her visor, "Come on, hero, we need to regroup or are you waiting for something out here?"

Dashing on passed her with those words that started off normally but then finished with a light sprinkle of sarcasm before standing in front of her. With a quick, smooth motion, she crossed her arms one over the other like an x, the pair of metal tonfa seemed to shift with her motion into a pair of blades resembling kukri machetes while adjusting her stance. All those lovely metal plates on her gloves and boots turned into pretty little spike styled blades complete with little blood grooves. "This is going to be our little secret for now until the cat jumps out of the bag screaming." After those quick, almost jokingly threatening words, she flung the tonfa blades like they were a pair of boomerangs causing a small decapitation spree then snapped both fingers soon after to trigger her weapons to follow and catch up. Mostly because Officer Waldgrave ran up to one of the undead to sucker punch them in the face causing its nasty skull to collapse inward only to swoop grab the cannibalistic monster up like a big potato sack and toss it into one of the decapitated zombies causing a domino effect with some of its beheaded homies. At that point, she couldn't help but blurt out in a joking fashion, "Isn't it amazing? They're good for something, a game of dominoes."

Catching onto her blood ridden tonfa blades by their handles, she backed up a bit to get closer to the ten foot brick of doom and big guns....complete with claw. Hopefully that gave them a bit more time to regroup and come back a bit more prepared...

[deadlock]

"Thing about that is..." The iron titan began as a claw sailed through the air to latch around a lightpost, tearing it cleanly from its moorings, snapping wire like strings of vein on a city's appendage, using it to fend, bashing through a swath of the zombies, gripped in a steel claw that afforded them no purchase, sending grown human corpses flying like ragdolls, five or six at a time with each swing.

"... I know what what's at stake here, Trish - I've seen where the infection is coming from, and I know whats down there." she said with steely certainty. "I need to destroy it. If it means my death - Graaagh!" she nailed a Licker that jumped on her to the left temple, sending it airborn, before batting it with the lamppost into the side of a building, shattering the creature's bones. It was dead before it hit the ground.

"-Then so fucking be it! Anything to give you guys a chance! PULL!" She opened up with a swipe, sending a swath of zombies flying, then nailed them, four out of five, with her nailgun midair. "It must be done, or they will. Never. STOP."

[Trisha Waldgrave]

There was being heroic and then there was just being plain ol' crazy and Eddie was pretty much on the brink of being crazy thinking that dealing with a horde all alone was a good idea. Sure, the new upcoming hero that made Batman in this time of crisis look like a coward made valid points in the midst of some serious ass kicking. Honestly she couldn't help but snicker a bit on the inside when the mob got pimp slapped by the lamp post thinking of it as almost a bit of a pimp cane dealing with out of line hos. This reminded her of the time she had to deal with an angry pimp, it was rather liberating to kick his ass and get away with it but now wasn't the time to go on a little trip down memory lane. The important thing is that this ten foot wonder knew where the source was and with that they could work as a big ol' quartet and deal with the threat rather than allowing some sort of suicide mission which was just plain ol' stupid. Sure, Eddie's heart was in the right place but from what the metal cop could see and even understand is that they were all capable, surviving combatants and it'd be just idiotic to let someone go by themselves. Looked like it was time to try and talk some sense into this hero... "That's a real admirable thing you're trying to do but it won't help anyone if you die in the process so let's regroup and figure out a strategy..."

Casually saying those words, she had to pause for a moment since one of those lizardy naked mole rat things glomped her from behind trying to chomp away at her shiny hair as though to be like `I WUV YOU YOU DIE PLEASE?!`. Narrowing her eyes with the weight of a...bundle of clawed nasty...on her back trying to get at her metal infused flesh like she was a sort of snack. Lightly feeling her eye twitch due to how she could actually sort of feel the sliminess of its flesh, a normal person would have fallen over or stumbled but her center of gravity was just oddly useful like that. Moving her hands back fixating her thoughts on her very own silvery tendrils, those lovely locks of hers twisted itself into large and medium spikes seconds before ramming themselves into the thing's abdomen and heart. Next she brought her arms up so they'd be at full length, that prompted her hair to quite literally rip the thing on her in half while continuing to speak in the same tone, "...anyway...as I was trying to say...it'll be better if all of us can work together and stay alive since chances are we can do more damage that way. I know you've got that very nice mecha suit, good job on that by the way, but it's not loaded with infinite ammo and it might break down before you can even fix the problem." Dropping her arms to her sides, her hair loosened up looking kind of natural again causing the corpse to slide off and leaving nasty flesh meat chunks she'd have to pluck out.

God...this was disgusting...not like she was a pansy girly girl but really this took the cake on gross. Adjusting her stance to a fighting position once more, she glanced around and notices there were actually usable polls and signs here and there...not to mention the abandoned cars. Shaking her tonfa a bit, they reverted back to normal and she slid them back in their holsters before swiftly pointing in the direction of the 99 Kings' hideout before shifting her gaze toward Deadlock. "Head back to your mohawk buddy and Special Agent York, I'll tag team with you and hold these little bastards off. Just trust me on this..." A little more stern toward the end as though she might have given a damn, seemed like she was actually going to get serious. Snapping the fingers of her left hand, she tapped her foot and kept detecting various metals in the area honing in on them getting ready to do what a fighting game may want to call her `special move` of sorts.

The amount of destruction she was about to cause was just...well...going to be rather intense. ceasing her pointing, she lowered her hand so her bandaged index digits would be pointing downward getting itself in tune with the metal pipes and such below. Plus...in order to pull this little trick off she REALLY needed Deadlock to get out of the way to avoid any friendly fire to be effective.

[lucky5]

Sergei Vladimir had finally found the right place to make his first move.

It appeared that Gotham had been experiencing a large amount of Lickers to go along with the infestation. That could only mean that someone with access to a lab was producing and releasing them, or that their facility had been overrun. He currently had about ten T-003 class tyrants at his disposal and he planed to deploy seven of them into Gotham to locate the labs location, collect all the data possible, and destroy them.

Sergei was in one of three helicopters set to drop a metal crate two containing two T-003 Tyrants and the third three of them. They were each to be dropped into three separate zones of Gotham for them to cover.

Team One would be dropped in the center and its three members were to stay together and search for the lab in zone one while destroying anything that got in their way.

Team Two would be dropped outside of the center and its two members were to stay together and search for the lab in zone two while destroying anything that got in their way.

Team three would be dropped in the outskirts and its two members were to split up and stop any Lickers from leaving Gotham while collecting at least one live one to be tested before leaving and also searching for the lab in zone three and destroying anything that got in their way.

If Team One or two finds the Lab they are to contact each other and enter it together.

If Team Three finds the Lab they are to contact Teams One and Two and have them enter while staying in the outskirts and continuing the rest of their job.

As each team were dropped into position and resounding thuds echoed throughout Gotham. Sergei smiled and headed back to base leaving one helicopter in place to pick up any two survivors and take them back to base.

Any extra surviving Tyrants would self destruct. Sergei couldn't wait to get back to his office and watch their progress via the cameras on each of their shoulders. (which were set to self destruct if taken)

This would all have to be taped of coarse to collect data.

It was to bad he needed to sacrifice so many of his brothers but, Umbrella demanded it.

[Jax]

(Writers block defeated... sorry for delay.)

Jax's jaw dropped as he saw the woman he had worked so hard to get to safety rush off again INTO the fray. After all he had done to get them both Eddie and the pig had left him to safety, leaving him behind safe and sound and...

"F@%K THAT NOISE!"

Jax's head whipped to the side and a full on glare accosted the gang member slowly lowering the door. The sheer intensity startled the man.

"Raise it."

It was more a growl of command then anything.

"But... you just got"

Jax's eyes narrowed and he gripped his handle bars so hard his fingers ached.

"RAISE IT! AND SOMEONE TELL THE OUTDOOR CREW TO KEEP POURING IT ON! I am going out again."

"ARE YOU CRAZY JAX?! THAT WAS A ROTTEN PIG! ONE THAT WOULD BUST OPEN YOUR HEAD FOR LOOKING AT HER WRONG! DIDN'T YOU SEE HER HELMET?! SHE TAKES OUT GUYS LIKE YOU!!!"

The new comer unlike Jax was not well muscled, he didn't have oddly colored hair or even a mohawk, dawdry brown hair and a simple tattered suit was his only point of interest and despite this and all that was going on he screamed at Jax without fear... till the look in Jax's eyes pinned him to the wall. Jax was almost always annoyed, almost always angry... but at the moment he was enraged... and he seemed to radiate it as if begging for a reason to unleash his rage. He didn't shut... rather his voice got dangeriously quiet.

"I will say this once, and only once... there is no one like me."

The man recoiled a bit and swallowing nodded at the man manning the door while Jax spun and looked at the fed in the garage.

"Well? What is it gonna be... Ya can go with me or stay here and curl up in the fetal position. Ya choice. Get on or stay out of my way."

He patted the back of the seat of his bike in invitation and watched as the swarms outside the slowly raising door were domolished by fire power by VERY illegal weapons. He regarded the fire power decending and looked at the fed.

"We got it off the internet..."

With that he spurred his ride into motion and once more his bike roared off into the coming night.

"No one puts Jax in a time out."

[deadlock]

"No show." she said, and started off again, brandishing the lamppost like it were a longsword, cutting swaths through the zombies as she waded into the fray, moving toward her destination, wherever it was. Then she proceeded to tell Trish how it is. "I like you, but I ain't taking orders - this is not a fuckin' dunkin' donuts drivethru, get me?" she said, but it sounded clear she was joking a little from the tone. It was indeed Eddie, if any doubt remained.

"So getcha cute ass on my back - I got a hot date at the 95th street construction company with a shiny new crate of industrial-grade rail spikes. Capiche?"

Truth was, Deadlock hadn't been certain she'd ever find a use for the auxilliary seat - being the person she was, she had to fantasize about saving people from burning buildings and car wrecks. She always wanted to use the seat, but she just never had an excuse to use it... at least until now, clearing a brief moment or two from the zombies with her club, enough to dip her shoulder to the cop and expose... a seat? It was a car seat? yeah... an armored carseat, with just the head peeking up over the missile rack, the backdrafts of the missile tubes directed away from it.

"Yippe-kiyay, byoch."

[keyari]

Alucard was smiling it was night time, his favorite time of the day. He had grown bored of his penthouse suit in the fancy hotel that was being payed for by Hellsing, and the British monarchy. "This place it has such wonderful nights." He said to himself as he looked into the sky seeing the clear night highlighted by the wonderful lights from the skyscrapers.

"These Americans sure like their buildings tall." he muttered to himself glancing at all the apartments, and the skyscrapers along the street. He walked confidently like he had no worries from the zombie infection nor any of the so called gangs. Most of whom Alucard considered nothing more than weak punks, though he would love to show them how truly pathetic they were, it was against sir Integra's orders to meddle. Besides why waste the time and ammo on such pathetic weaklings though their mere presence was a bother to the old vampire.

After a few minutes he reached a major street and stops staring at the moon and the building around him. "Such a beautiful night, it makes me want to have a bite to drink." he said smiling a bit widely his hands at his sides, revealing his sharp vampire fangs. His round bottle bottom glasses with their thin frames shone brightly underneath the red, and black giving him a really creepy appearance.

Just as he was coming out of his reverie he heard unusual noises, it sounded like shouts, or loud voices. "What the..." he muttered as he focused on the direction of the sound. As he focused he suddenly felt a wonderful lifting sensation, as his sight rushed roughly 2 kilometers down the street he saw a metal giant. This monster or was it a human, wielding what appeared to be an improvised pole hitting zombies with it. This iron giant was accompanied by a woman wielding ton fa.

"This is interesting, I wonder who these humans are." he said with a smirk as his mind and focus returned to his body. He placed his hands at his side as he began walking leisurely down towards both of the figures fighting.

"This might turn into an interesting night." he said in his cold voice. His pace was neither fast nor was it slow, his coat billowed behind him as he walked. Maybe the Americans had interesting people after all, this pair of humans was at least worth his attention. He thought to himself as he walked ignoring the undead for now.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Just about any officer in her shoes would have busted out the `BITCH! SHUT THE HELL UP CAUSE YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!` card for this kinda civil disobedience crap. With shit hitting the fan as hard as it was right now, she had that whole `Martial Law` thing going for her. Thing of it was, even though she was pretty damn sure that she could EASILY incapacitate her good ol' contact but no, that wasn't her style, not to an ally anyway. In some kinda messed up way, she could understand why this massive body of destruction intended to do this suicide mission...not wanting to put any more people at risk unless they REALLY wanted to. Reminded her of herself, kinda took her back but not too far since she always did crazy stuff like run into the fray and . Maybe the other two back at the hideout were pissed...hell those gangsters probably hoped she'd die out there so they could make all the cop jokes outta the book. Either way...she was sure York was better off with them, seemed like that Jax guy was just rough around the edges and not a bad person.

Well, better get back to the here and now, that's all she could do was focus...OH CRAP! Dear ol' Eddie was walking toward where her `underground trap` was being set up, so quickly she stopped snapping her fingers and let her sync slip before lightly loosening her body a bit as though her muscles were tense, listening to the whole Dunkin' Doughnuts shpeal. Nice one...finally a bit of humor she could toy around with! All this serious business was starting to get old... "I get you, alright...it's just I wish you were a Dunkin Doughnuts drive thru, I could really use a doughnut with coffee right about now..." Putting her hands behind her head for the moment while saying those words in a slightly playful tone, maintaining that pa-pa-pa-poker face thing going on. Following after the big mech, she lowered her hands to her sides and glanced over her shoulder for just a moment...coast was pretty much clear.

Turning her attention back forward continuing to play follow the leader keeping their makeshift pimp cane strong so those undead hos stay in line. Admittedly, the `So getcha cute ass on my back` part of Deadlock's explanation telling her where they were headed completely caught her off guard. For a moment...hell froze over and hosted the winter olympics as the metal cop quirked a brow and her eyes hinted off a bit of surprise. Well...that was new, most people weren't gutsy enough to complement the trunk full of junk butt of her's since soon after they'd have a freak accident with the doors. Snapping out of it, Officer Waldgrave looked like her usual self and figured it was some sort of joke to keep the situation from feeling too morbid and let it slide. Why would anyone be checking her ass out in a zombie attack WHILE standing their own? No one in existence, that's what she figured so it HAD to be a joke.

Hell stopped selling their snow cones and went back to lava hot normal as she quickly grasped the closest edge. Pushing herself off the ground, she quickly pulled herself up and took a seat while grasping the edge with one hand and resting her elbow on the headrest with the other. "Let's get to that hot date of yours and pick em' up. There's fashionably late and just plain rude." Looking toward the right, she could have sworn she saw something at the corner of her eye...something that was wearing a big ol' coat. Was she seeing things or what?

Hopefully not, she'd hate to be crazy...

[zombie]

TUNK! Safe to say Gotham could here that from all around and it was in a series of three...and it was even accompanied with a ground shifting shake as though to let the whole city know something BIG was in town now! Each and every one of them didn't look like a typical undead, no not at all. If anything they looked like clones of one another with long, bullet-proof trench coats and a look that made it seem as though their hearts were hardened much like soldiers of war who lived to tell the tale. Or...killers on a mission with little to no heart what so ever to the point of being inhuman. No matter though, they looked pretty human. The teams deployed didn't hesitate in their mission and got to work as soon as they busted out of their metal crates as though to tell any witnesses to run like hell and stay hidden if they weren't like those morons in horror movies. On each of their uniforms they had peculiar pins that had the Umbrella Corporation logo..well to an extent since in the center of it where all the points met, there was a lovely circular lenses reminiscent of a camera and a pair of what looked like long wings with lots of little dots like some sort of speaker.

Plus the size was fairly large for a pin, fact is to the trained eye it was a recording device, a camera to put it simply and it was recording every single thing these big guys traveled around to. All letting their master see everything they did like some sort of messed up T.V series where it looked like the hero was missing in action while a plague spread like wild fire. With only seven of them, they were being counted on for several tasks with the most important and common being simply this: Locate the lab a.s.a.p and report back right away. Anything getting in the way was to be forced out of the way, or at least that's how they understood their orders...

TEAM ONE: ZONE ONE...Center of the city...

THEIR CRATE WAS SPECIAL! Oh yes it was, this crate squished a couple of innocent lickers like sweet rice under a mochi pounder! No way even in the ninth circle of hell did they survive that one. Consisting of three members out of the total seven here in good ol' zombie ridden Gotham, they were in the center, the heart of this place commonly known for its crime rate, and they were even using the buddy system! That's right, traveling in a little cluster of three trying to find something, anything that remotely reminded them of a lab or could lead to one. That...could be just about anything...even a bakery! Great...well they had to start somewhere, so the trio began walking along the streets, some with crashed vehicles. Some things they drifted by were corpses and some stray lickers as well.

It was a tad bit brutal for that thing, seeing how Mr. X number one grabbed onto its tongue and ripped it in half while Mr. X number two rushed over to punt it into a nearby building like a pro soccer player. Damn thing was in the way and this bunch didn't have orders in regards to keeping those stupid things alive so to them, it didn't matter. Mr. X number three and one began walking forward and the third joined them, going in the direction of a construction. On the way, they smashed their way through a pharmacy...but as they looked around it didn't seem like there was anything out of the ordinary. ....aside from some weird brand new cough drops they caught a glimpse of that had liquid centers or something. Even after checking the back, nothing at all about the facility that was supposed to be here. Almost literally turning the place upside down with how it looked now, considering they weren't ordered to be dainty, the three looked to each other and turned to continue their investigation.

Though this particular group were making their way over to a construction site on 95th street, occasionally slaughtering some of the lickers who wanted to get in their way. SILLY LICKERS! Who knew if they'd bump into anything else...whatever the case may be they were leaving a path of destruction after them.


TEAM TWO: ZONE TWO...Outside the center of the city

What a cushioned landing, a whole group of lickers were landed on as though to make flesh and blood grape juice! Mr. X numero uno and Mr. X numero dos had orders to find the lab and to report back, they had to get outta this crate. So what'd they do? Kick it open, of course! So with team work they got themselves out and began proceeding to a nearby building. Nothing nothing...but they didn't give up! When they turned a corner where things were looking a bit shabby to say the least...what in hells bells was that sound in the distance?!

It sounded like a motor...a powerful one to boot! Closer and closer....it was closing in and that just got registered as one thing: SOMETHING was coming to ruin their mission of finding the lab! WELL OH HO HO HO NOT IF THEY COULD STOP IT! Any closer and that thing as well as its passengers were going to get manhandled by these T-003 Tyrants.

TEAM THREE: ZONE THREE...The outskirts

On the outskirts was a different duo exiting their own container and they proceeded to look for data and a licker to take back with them alive and kicking. Why was it that there weren't any in sight...? Well no matter...they were diligent and planned on getting their task completed. Ah! There it was! Around the corner of the building they spotted a licker! ...and....it got shot in the head....ok who the hell did that! Both of them looked around and noticed some random guy with a classic double barrel shotgun who smiled triumphantly before looking to the freakishly tall T-003 Tyrant duo "You guys must be twins, well no worry! I got em' so th-"

That clinched it, he was screwing with their mission! Mr. X B Rushed over to him and before he could even finish speaking simply snapped the man's neck and flung his body to the ground. That's when, for good measure, Mr. X A stomped on the guy's back and kicked the copse off to the side. Tsk tsk, getting in the way was a big no no! Briskly walking along, they continued to search for anything...well the building that came into sight looked promising. So what did they do? The both of them linked arms and began singing `WEEEE'RE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD~! walked briskly toward it. Mr. X A proceeded to make his way into the building while Mr. X B decided to split up now and run to look for any lickers to make certain they didn't leave like some sort of messed up sheep herder.

Sure, the outskirts didn't have as much but there were still a few to deal with. Utilizing punches and kicks as well as throws that weren't lethal, he decided try keeping them down for now and decide the best specimen for testing. Now...Mr. X A was opening up a door of an office with the door labeled `archives` and once he was done here, he'd be on his way to help Mr. X B. Looking through various papers, his attention was stolen by what looked like a journal upon the table. Weird place to keep one of those...so he picked it up and held it in view of the camera, the person who owned this was named Laura McKinley and she had a PhD of some kind with the way there were some instances where she signed things with a `Dr. McKinley`. Among all the writings, one was certain to stand out...

There's so many of these...things that have shown up. Before, it was like we didn't have any problems holding the fort but now? Are you kidding?! These bastards are everywhere and multiply like rabbits! No, WORSE than rabbits.

So much worse. The city is like a playground for whatever these things are. It's a good thing those S-Mart folks are making some zombie away spray, but I'm worried the shipment won't get here in time. I don't know, journal, this may be the last thing my team gets to work on. We studied metahumans, or mutants as some of my co-workers would say, so our research should go a bit faster.

Earl is taking kinda long so I better get him so we can begin our tests. We need to see if these things have anything in common with the mutants and figure out how much we need to deal with from there. Ok so there's still a little something bothering me.

Earl, he used to work for some company called Umbrella Corporation and said he wanted to put those days behind him but came back for him worse than the plague. What's that mean anyway? Maybe I should have paid better attention in psychology...I'm a little worried about him since he's been freaking out and muttering weird things around the time he was having insomnia. Something about a hive under the city. I can only imagine he was half asleep and dreaming about killer scientist bees.

That sounds pretty crazy, doesn't it? Alright, it's about time to start the tests...filing MORE paperwork for all this is going to be crazy...could really use a drink and some karaoke about now.

Some of the area in the room was sort of bloody...looked like some sort of brawl might have happened...

(I just realized I totally forgot to ask where everyone is located specifically based on the drop offs </3 so if I botched up then pretty please let me know and I'll fix it <3 I just didn't wanna make you folks wait longer...and...I had it done by the time I realized this X___X;;; MEEP!)