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    Now's a good a time as any. Jophiel reasoned.

    They came here for their target and...well, there he is.

    The guards wouldn't be an issue if Jophiel just went and put a bullet in the man's leg right now. Whether he expected it or not, their target would know they were in the room. The only way this could end easier would be for sorrel to use his powers to induce sleep on everyone except the guy... but they had to be realistic. Besides, his subordinates looked exhausted, and he doubted they'd put up much of a fight. He didn't know what abilities their target had, but hey, it was just a coin that he had to toss.

    There was practically no hesitation when Jophiel pulled out the gun, his eyes already homed in on the man's hamstring. The bullet left the barrel before anyone could register Jophiel rise from the boxes, immediately ripping across the air towards the man.

    Sorrel starts when he hears the muffled sound of a gunshot-- it's still audible through the earplugs and the cacophony-- and several things happen. He registers them as quickly as he can.


    The bullet-- it must've come from Jophiel-- cuts through the air. It's too quick for anyone to react properly without hypersensitivity, and Sorrel immediately throws himself behind a box as he hears a shout of pain from the man, both to avoid getting shot and to avoid being seen.


    Cautiously, heartbeat hammering in his ears, he moves so he sees the man stumble, leaning heavily against the chairs the two ability users are in and looking around wildly with rage in his eyes. A few seconds later, Sorrel hears a horrible noise--the alarm-- and the two ability users slump like they're dead. The men manning the machine start yelling loudly and contributing to the noise.


    Well, if Jophiel had been going for chaos, he certainly got it.


    Regardless, that's their target. Sorrel adjusts his grip on his blade, sharp eyes looking around for his partner; Jophiel will likely be fine to deal with the mark and those who might protect him. Sorrel's going to go look for the keys to unlock those cages, once he shuts that damn machine off.

    Judging by the sheer amount of members Jophiel had seen at the warehouse he had been to prior to this one, he knew what to expect when it came to what would pour through the entryways of the room. They still had no idea that Sorrel was a threat, which was good; it made Jophiel's job all the easier. Of course, with every gang member now heading straight for this very room, there were little in terms of logical answers to help the agent avoid getting filled with bullets from every angle.

    He wasn't without good instinct though. And, as his past marks have shown, it has lead to some remarkable results.

    Immediately, before seeing any guards rush in from any particular doorway, Jophiel made his way over to the nearest one, forcing himself through with his gun out in front of him. Immediately, he let loose a volley of three shots as he turned the corner: one to kill the man who stumbled into him, the second, missing the throat of another by a few inches, and the third to finish the job. More guards started coming in from the other side of the hallway, but that didn't stop Jophiel from pressing his advance forward, keeping his eyes on any movement or objects bursting through the door and ensuring that if it had a head, a bullet would be put in it shortly afterward. With that task fulfilled, he had made sure that the rest of the corridors in that direction were empty, knowing very well that now the rest of the gang's forces would be in pursuit down this very hallway.

    Too bad for them that this corridor boasted many doorways for Jophiel to hide behind, plus the narrow isle. It was a trap - more or less. Salvaging some automatics off of the fallen guards, it made Jophiel grin to envision the massacre at the choke point in front of him, watching the slow reactions of the guard's surprised faces as he pulled back each of the triggers, never letting go as they foolishly piled into the room to meet the barrage.

    Sorrel ignores the chaos and gunfire as best he can, glad that most of the people hiding in the cages are doing the smart thing and staying low so they don't get hurt. His sharp golden eyes roam around the area, and he spots the man-- their target-- staying low and evidently trying to crawl towards the exit.


    He's possibly got the keys, and if not, he knows where they are, so Sorrel goes for him immediately, watching the men shouting and trying to find Jophiel, who's easily taking many of them out and keeping them distracted. At the moment, none of them even know he's here.


    But just as he's about to leap onto their target, the door crashes open. Sorrel's gaze immediately snaps towards it, shocked when he sees a SWAT team come through. The two ability users! Now that their abilities are no longer active... the gunfire was hardly quiet. Someone must've called the authorities.


    Okay, Carbonell, focus. Sorrel figures this'll work in their favor, and if questioned later, he and Jophiel can just talk to them about their status as agents. Until then, he'll be getting their target and freeing the poor people stuck here.

    One last bang resounded in the hallway as Jophiel put the last guard to rest, assuming their weren't any more in the facility. With the last guard dead, Jophiel pulled the trigger on his guns in annoyance, seeing as the clips were empty. Dropping them onto a dead soldiers head, he sighed. But, just when things were getting quiet, the faint sound of a door bursting open slipped into Jophiel's ears, hinting at someone, possibly a third party entering the building. Walking over the dead bodies, occasionally sliding a few inches across the floor, his shoes hydroplaning the red sticky pool of blood, he peered out back into the room where yet another problem made itself known.

    I didn't call SWAT... what's going on?

    As his eyes traced the room, Jophiel tracked the movements of their target. He was on the floor, with Sorrel in pursuit. Sure, it wouldn't take long, but SWAT complicated things.

    Things seemed to be wrapping up quite nicely, but their was still the matter of what would become of this place one they were done. He had a nagging suspicion that this wasn't as clear cut as it gets.

    And that's when some SWAT members noticed him peering from the door.

    They immediately rushed over to him shouting for him to get out from behind the door, to which Jophiel tsked in annoyance.

    He still complied, walking out calmly with his hands up like an innocent bystander. He had no weapons on him, which was good.

    As they went through the basic disarming and search procedure, Jophiel was passing through the security checks fairly quickly, allowing some of the SWAT to free themselves from the task and continue scouring the building. However, two stayed with Jophiel as they secured the area with the others.

    Still, Sorrel was not yet noticed in the furthest exit of the room, which gave him plenty of time to bag their target.

    Sorrel lunges at the target, sending him crashing to the floor. They're about the same height, though-- for once-- Sorrel is heavier and sturdier, which he uses to his advantage, using his weight to pin the target to the ground. When he tries to throw him off, Sorrel ruthlessly slams the hilt of his knife into the gunshot wound Jophiel had given him. The man yelps in pain and thankfully doesn't try again, breathing heavily and glaring balefully at Sorrel.


    "You're under arrest," Sorrel says calmly even as he hears a few members of the team that had come through head for the two of them, the man's cry of pain likely having dragged them here. He hopes Jophiel had explained the situation in part to these guys because he'd hate to have to do that himself. Sorrel quickly frisks the man, removing any weapons he can find on him and sending them skidding towards the men who're pointing their guns at him, dropping his own blade for good measure.


    Thankfully, the rest of the team seems to be working on freeing the people and turning off the machine. The noise level seems to have died down the moment the machine's switch is flipped, so Sorrel, still pretty much sitting on the man, removes the earplugs so he can hear and holds his hands up in the universal sign for surrender, just in case him giving up his weapons isn't obvious enough.

    //what're you're plans for the guy? I'm thinking of time skipping to a bit after the SWAT has neutralized the place and Jophiel and Sorrel are giving out their info about the gang to the authorities.

    [ honestly i think they'll just clean him up and go home. maybe he gets killed later while in custody and they need to go investigate that. a mess this large couldn't have possibly had him at the head of it which means there might be more people involved?


    and yeah go ahead and do that. ]

    Aside from the flashing lights of the SWAT vehicles surrounding the place, the commotion surrounding the hideout was thoroughly subdued. After the remaining gang members had been rounded up and taken into custody, the two agents had been escorted to a portion of the building where leaders of the SWAT unit would interrogate them. Though they knew of the organization the two worked for existed, they were still left in the dark as to why two agents would storm the place by themselves. The problem was this: abilities weren't known to the general public. As of late, only a few "strange phenomenon" had been reported as magic, sci-fi, or or other outlandish things.

    Jophiel sat next to Sorrel in front of a table where two men stood, one being the SWAT unit commander, as well as the chairman for the department of defense within the country. "I wish we could tell you more," Jophiel feigned his apology outright, knowing that they likely believed him, just because of the secrecy of the agency. "We've told you all we can."

    And that all consisted of the info they received about this strange individual. However, he only gave them the obvious details of the case, sparing them the parts about the ability users, making it seem as though they were merely organized kidnappers.

    And, of course, he left out his intuitions about the case being larger than it was supposed to be; that was something he hoped would remain between him and Sorrel.

    They were still skeptical, of course, but not because they didn't believe him, but because they were trained to be. After a while though, they gave up their pointless stares and attempts at reading the two agents, which kept behind equally-adept poker faces.

    "Let's check on the captive, hm?" Jophiel then suggested out of the blue, but his reasons were obvious. The SWAT leaders couldn't agree more.

    They had him contained in the nearest vehicle outside, wrists bound tightly by reinforced handcuffs and stowed away safely in the back of the vehicle.

    During the entire interrogation, Sorrel only keeps a flat, irritated look on the entire time, letting Jophiel handle the questions. The people asking probably are more than fine with that-- Sorrel really doesn't give off an approachable vibe. It's more like, don't fuck with me.


    Once it's finally over and Jophiel gets them out with a convenient excuse, Sorrel heaves a sigh of relief he doesn't even bother hiding, following him outside to check up on their now bound target. He can see various people-- to his relief, he spots Katelyn sitting with a blanket draped around her shoulders not too far away-- being taken care of.


    The man looks up from where he's sitting on the floor of the vehicle, glaring balefully at them. "Organization dogs," he spits, and Sorrel shrugs nonchalantly. He's been called worse, and it's more or less accurate. Well...


    "That's more him than me," Sorrel replies dryly, inclining his head slightly towards Jophiel. Though... he does figure cat would be more accurate. "Wanna tell us what's up before you get dropped into even deeper shit?"


    "If you think I'm giving anything up, you're fuckin' delusional," the man snarls viciously.


    "That's fine. You gave me all the information I needed anyway." That confirms it then-- there's definitely something bigger going on. The man's word choice was enough for him to figure that out. "Well, I'm sure Kitty Cat will be able to pry something else out of you later."