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Seeing Rai delay (or not understand), Spin shrugs and takes lead, being as quiet as he can in all the armor... eyes peeled.
Spin looks at the three doors, then shrugs, "I say we move towards the cockpit." He grins at his friend, "You're the soldier... you take point. I'll watch your six."
Spin looks down both corridors, then moves to the center iris valve, tapping it lightly with a gloved finger. "Whaddaya think's through here?" He looks for the crank mechanism, seeing how difficult and how long it would be to open.
Spin, after a surprised pat-down of his own intact torso, heads to check the other open iris. "I guess it doesn't make much sense for Waco to be holding Moon in the cockpit," he whispers as he looks for possible routes deeper into the ship.
He stops, considering, "Although... that'd be one good way to screw up his ship all the more."
Spin checks to make sure no bullets pierced his armor before helping Rai work his first aid magic.
Spin looks at his own medical handiwork, "Sorry, man, best I can do... this never was my gig."
Spin kicks the gun aside and plants the butt of his shottie in the man's temple, already looking for a way to tie the man up.
With the second gunman down, Spin decides to finish the fight. He steps up to the last man (angling to the side so as to not pepper Rai), and delivers another point-blank burst of shotgun blasts.
Spin braces the left side of his shotgun barrel on the iris valve as he waits for an opportunity… planning on spraying the first attacker who steps into full view or attacks him.
The impact evacuates all air from Spin's lungs, and he tries to gasp as he spins to face the new-comers... pulling a grenade from his belt as he does so. "Dammit!" he grunts as he whips the live grenade towards the idiot standing in the open , trying to duck through the valve Rai cleared with his own grenade only seconds before. "We're in a killbox! Two by the far wall!" Spin yells to Rai, making sure the soldier knows about the additional two combatants, "Get clear or find cover!"
Spin slides over to the now-open valve, waiting until it's almost big enough for someone to try to come through before he jams his shottie's barrel in toward's the nearest man's chest. he yells as he white-knuckles the trigger. The shottie lights up the darkened hallway like a strobe light at a rave.
Spin's smile drops, though he's able to resist responding to the man. "Bastard is sucking all the fun outta this."
Spin responds to the comm demands in the soothing, frustrating feminine voice of every automated error message made in the history of mankind, "I'm sorry, Waco, the subordinate you are attempting to contact is indefinitely fvcked the hell up. All operators are busy at the moment, but you are important to us. Just remain on the line and an operator will be coming for you sooner than you'd like to consider. Thank you, and remember.. don't ever take my sh!t again." He flicks the comm's speaker unit to 'mute', hoping Waco—in all his idiocy—will think he's turned it off. Then he grins to Rai, "I'd say they're prolly headed this way."
Spin sees the grenade launcher, his hip-thrusting coming to an abrupt halt as he looks at his own gun. "Damn, man, they come with grenade launchers?! What'll they think of next?" At the paint comment, Spin leans back on the wall and shrugs, "Well, unless he likes red."
As Spin looks at the three doors, a new idea blossoms in his mind, and he grins. He reslings the assault rifle and pulls free the auto-shotgun he bought specifically for this job. He looks over at Rai, then holds the stock of the shottie against his crotch, angling the barrel up at a suggestive angle. "Damn, man... this thing is so heavy!"
"Sounds good to me," Spin responds. He follows his friend's instincts, holstering his own sidearm as he slides down the ladder, unslinging his own assault rifle and double-checking the clip as he looks for a good firing position.
"Oooohhh... good call. Let's do it." Spin makes his way to the controls. "What this place needs is some mood lighting… ambiance." He gives a satisfied 'aaaaahh' as the lights dim "Much better." He begins to step away, then thinks better… putting four bullets into the interface. He shrugs at Rai, "Why make it easy?" He grins as he ejects his pistols' clip, sliding a fresh one home. "Now, you're the soldier, mind helping me pick a decent ambush spot?"
Spin takes a quick look around for a way to bring the ship's power off-line... hopefully in a non-explosivey way (at least for the time being).
Spin shrugs at his friend. "So, power down the ship and head back down and forward?" If Rai agrees, Spin heads back towards the leftern iris... allowing the coin's decision to stand.
Spin darts up through the floor-hole and slinks to the nearest machinery, quietly sliding along its surface towards the back of the ship. he takes a quick peek along the back of the machinery, looking for more of Waco's men as he waits for Rai.
Spin pats the dead man's cheek twice as he settles the ear-piece in place, "Thanks, bud." He walks back out next to Rai and looks up at the ceiling before fishing his lucky coin out of his pocket. "Heads is me. Tails is you." he says before flipping it into the air.
He catches the coin, then pockets it with a 'thems the breaks' look. "Let's go through this door." He points to the iris above himself , and taps the barrel of his pistol on his leg. "And the coin says I go first… who am I to argue?" Decision made, Spin makes his way to the iris, giving Rai one last chance to make any suggestions before he takes a deep breath and opens it… gun at the ready.
Spin looks over the greasy surface, "Say, Rai. How much you know about ship's engines?" He looks up as if he could see through the metal sheeting between this room and the room above. "Should we blow sh!t up down here or up there?"
As Spin heads towards the body, he takes a second to look for two things: 1) security cameras and 2) a place big enough to stash the body. Once over the dead man, he begins checking for keys, pass-cards, a radio or comms unit... as well as checking the man's personal weapons load-out for anything useful. "Sorry, bud." Spin mutters as he quickly rifles through the man's pockets, "but you are in the wrong place and this is definitely the wrong time."
Spin points in the direction of the man, then holds up a single finger. He then points to both his own gun, Rai's gun, the man, then runs his finger across his own throat, finishing by mouthing "3... 2... 1..." Hoping Rai understood, he quietly steps around the corner, a soft tak tak accompanying two shots from the snub pistol as he glides toward the man.
Spin considers.
Spin points to the left side of the end of the short hallway, indicating where he thinks the man is. Just to make sure, Spin creeps forward, hugging the left wall, trying to determine if the man is alone as well as getting a general sense of the room.
Spin pats the big soldier on the shoulder as the iris-door opens, whispering, "Good of'em to leave the light on for us." He double-checks his pistol's safety as he climbs through, eyes peeled for Waco's men.
"I'll tell ya what your problem is, man." Spin gasps as he fires a shot and pain flares in his side... sending the bullet wide. "You're too damn picky."
"Hey Rai," Spin begins before sending a round at the only remaining target, "I was thinking of heading out to find some ladies after this.. maybe you could help me close that out, too?"
Spin limps to his right – looking for cover behind the pool table – as he tries to line up a shot against the cowering gunman. "While we wait," Spin grunts, "I'm just gonna take a breather over here."
"I don't know," Spin grunts, "little lacking in the hospitality department for my tastes. And I think she was serving me engine fuel."
Spin recoils from punch, not really noticing the spray of Rai's target's blood that paints the right side of his face. He sure as hell notices the opening that the dying man creates, and he lurches towards Rai, drawing his pistol on the way. "Here we were," he wheezes, "havin' a… nice drink… and you went and painted the place up.."
Spin grunts at the pain, which is only slightly dulled by alcohol and adrenaline. "What the hell, man?! Maybe we should all just calm down." Back to the wall, he swings the heavy-ish bottle at the meaty part of the bottle-wielding attacker's arm… hoping to limit the man's offensive options.
"You heard the man," Spin mutters as he stands back up, now holding the biggest of the glass bottles under the bar... some kind of old expensive-looking, dark scotch by his guess. "He said drop the gun. And you," Spin says as he flails at the man to his other side ".. need to give me some space." Then Spin tries to dive past Back-up, hoping to put the man between himself and the shottie-wielder's barrel.
To Spin, the room seems to slow to a crawl. Some part of his mind – fueled by too much alcohol and a frantic sense of survival – detaches from his consciousness and travels in slow-motion across the intervening space to the shotgun barrel, notching every notch and ding as it travels up the barrel, and stops to note the slight laziness in the man's right eye as he sights the shotgun in on Spin's back. Altogether, it's somewhat of a surreal moment. As the room snaps back into real-time, Spin really only has a chance to mutter, "Uh.. Rai… little help, bud?"
Spin looks around at the converging gang of grim faces, "Ah, hell, guys... you heard the lady. Not like last time." He hops up to sit on the bar, immediately spinning around so his legs are behind it and jumping down behind it, hoping it will give him some additional cover from their combined anger. "...so what happened last time?" he asks the woman as he quickly scans below the bar-top for anything useable as a weapon... bats, fire extinguishers, pry-bars, full bottles of alcohol.
As Spin easily slaps the blow aside, the man's momentum continues forward. Spin steps in and drives the crown of his own forehead into the man's nose.
"Well, crap, old-timer," Spin grunts as he lets his defensive spin become a vicious temple-aimed elbow, "I didn't know you were gonna take this all personal."
Spin falls back with the man's attack, using the heavy man's speed against him as he drives the sole of his boot out in a kick into the man's ample gut. He falls into a loose fighting stance, "Oh, you mean we're doing this right now?"
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