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Part Six
Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part Six
“…‘Animal farm’?” Adrienne couldn’t help but question, a brow arched. She should be annoyed at the nickname but she could not resist an amused chuckle. She hid the expression behind her hand as best she could. The name was simply too silly to be angry with.
She regained her composure rapidly, however, and calculated the tall building. After a moment, she nodded to Jared’s assessment. “I would have to either fall or leap from somewhere high up, probably with your assistance, given that there are no trees about.”
Which would thus mean she’d have to break one of her cardinal rules: ‘Never change in front of another’. Well, if the mission called for it, then it would be so, however, it will be highly uncomfortable, no matter her options. Either change into a raven now, and have Jarred pick her up – humiliating in its very thought – or be carried upwards in human form, thus meaning really close contact with a business partner, and shifting in his hands.
“The question that needs asked now is: would you prefer to carry me as a raven or a woman?” Adrienne did not intend for that question to be taken in any way other than what pertained to their mission. The detached, idle way in which she spoke should dispel any flirtation Jared might’ve hoped to see.
As she waited for Jared’s response, she glanced at the building again, going over the plan. She was to fly in through an air-vent, take out a guard… wait. “These air-vents… how big are they? In terms of width, I mean.” Knowing how impatient Victor was with numerous questions, particularly when it came to his plans, she elaborated. “Getting in won’t be a problem, it is getting out that I’m concerned with. Once I’m inside, I’ll need to open the air vent into the room. That’ll require becoming human… and, quite frankly, I do not wish to suffocate as a misshapen mass. Once the vent is open, no problem; tarantula will do nicely.”
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It should have dispelled it, but it didn’t. Jared gave Adrienne a very serious, calculating look before walking a circle around her like a mare to be appraised. Stopping back in front of her he was all grins as he said, “Bird form would be lighter, but woman form is nicer.” Then he gave a sigh and continued, as if this conclusion broke his heart. “However, you should probably just change into a birdie now- that form would be less heavy and awkward to throw and you won’t need to worry about changing halfway up.”
Even though her question had a valid point, Jared still couldn’t fight off a grin and asked, if semi-seriously, “What’s wrong, Animorph- you don’t have a monkey somewhere in there?” He pointed to her chest and regained some semblance of seriousness. “Just transform enough so that you have hands and try to do it that way… Shouldn’t be too hard, should it?”
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Creed growled, they were making this harder than it was. “Adrienne, don’t fucking birds take off from a strand still…” it wasn’t a question. “Go down the ally, shift and fly your annoying ass up there, the vent is open and there is plenty of room to shift once you are in… and no fucking tarantulas… use your fucking dagger to cut the guards throat!” he couldn’t explain why he was so annoyed, but if she didn’t just go Creed was going to throw her himself, only it wouldn’t be into the sky. Abruptly, he turned to Jared, “and you, shut the fuck up or I’ll make you.”
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Eyes wide as if the feral mutant had stomped on his foot, Jared took a few steps away from Adrienne and instantly became contrite. “Sorry sir,” he murmured and looked down at the ground. Obviously their fearless leader didn’t find this a time to be buddy-buddy, so Jared stood back and waited for his turn to be useful. Taking out his pack, he lit one of his last smokes and stood to the side, watching the people pass by them with only a few curious glances.
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{The circling of Jared, as a predator might do to unnerve its prey, was met with a glare. Could the angel not be serious in a time it was required? In any case, she would win this game of cat-mouse – or, rather, angel-wolf – thus putting an end to it.
She said nothing to Creed, showed no outward reaction to him. Obediently, she walked down the alley, she made sure to pass Jared. Once close enough, she tilted her head up and flicked a snake tongue against his cheek then continued walking as if naught had happened.
Inwardly, she was seething, and questioned (not for the first time) Creed’s sanity. Within a dark-enough area of the alley, she began to shift. ‘Use my dagger? Does he not realize how much of a mess that will be?’ Coat and suit melted, blurred, became one, and began forming feathers. ‘Of course he had to know. He’s had more than enough experience with killing…’ Her body shrank; wings, beak, and tail formed. ‘So why, then, would he wish a bloody mess?’
The raven took off, enough to carry it to one of the low roofs of the factory. From there, it took off again, fluttered aimlessly for a moment before finally settling into a smooth flight. This was helped, of course, by a heat thermal from the ground. Once the flight was adjusted, she flew swiftly towards the air vents. Flattening her wings against her sides, she dove inside; the force was enough to carry her for a distance within, which certainly helped.
{Okay… I’m inside.} She told them both via telepathy. She continued along the vent, sharp eyes and ears attuned to finding the guard. Just a little ways in, she found him. She pressed herself to the vent and shifted back, after studying the layout of the room through the vent. Creed’s order now made some sense. A spider bite, though deadly, would give him time to scream, alert the others (if there were any). They couldn’t take that chance.
Operating quickly, Adrienne removed the vent, doing it as quietly as she could. Whistling some tune to himself, the guard walked out of the room, apparently making his rounds checking those nearby. Not allowing this opportunity to pass, Adrienne shifted back to raven and glided gently into the room, then returned to her human form. She then crouched… and waited.
Thankfully, for her sake and Creed’s impatience, it was not for long. The guard soon returned, stunned into inaction for a moment by Adri’s presence, and that moment was all she needed. She leaped forward, and he side-stepped, though a second too late. A rapid kick landed hard against his shoulder, knocking him down. Adri landed in a crouch, recovered, and walked over to him. She pressed one heavy boot into his chest, and the other against his right hand. His left hand was useless from her kick. He was a much older man; she guessed mid-fifties, though very trim and fit for his age.
“Aid me and you just might live through this.” She said in an authoritive, cold tone. He nodded, showing he understood. Adri stepped away from him, even offered a hand to help him up. After a glance of uncertainty, he accepted it. She pulled him up, and then swiftly whirled behind him, pulling his right hand behind his back with her left, simultaneously placing her dagger against his throat.
“Disable the cameras, unlock the doors.” She ordered him, pressing the dagger against his throat for emphasis. He whimpered, started to beg for his life, and she cut him off with a small slash to his cheek. She hadn’t the patience for pleas.
The helpless guard and Adrienne walked to the computer in the room nearest them and, as ordered, the guard quickly typed in the necessary codes. As he did, Adrienne subtly began to shift to Julia’s form, though he was unlikely to notice.
{Doors unlocked, cameras disabled. Questioning my captive now.} She’d let them figure out for themselves how she was able to hold a captive and be in a shift. She returned to herself, and ordered the guard to destroy the record of the camera in the room they were in previously. With her keeping watch, he did so. Knowing his time was coming to a close, and not wanting blood spilt over such expensive machinery, she began to back away towards a corner, pulling him with her.
“And now you sing like a canary. How many men are on patrol?” He told her four for each floor. She wondered at the minimal number for such vast areas. Would Frost not have tighter security? It wasn’t her concern, however. She thanked him, then promptly buried her dagger deep in his throat. She dropped him and backed away quickly, not desiring a blood bath.
She watched the blood spurt and form a pool around him, licking her lips before she was doing so. ‘No use letting all this go to waste and leaving a mess… besides, I’m on the fifth floor, and they’re only on the first… it will be a while before they arrive… She dropped to all fours and began crawling over to the prey, shifting to wolf as she moved. As she began cleaning up the pool of delicious blood, she spoke once more to the men.
{I await further instructions.} Only whilst shifted did she gain the ability of telepathy. She could communicate with others, and they with her, but that was the extent of her ability. She could no more read thoughts than Creed could.} *A/N: And again we ignore miss Adrienne for a few posts. I hope this doesn’t confuse anyone too badly! ^^;;
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Jared watched the odd girl leave them, cigarette dangling from his lips in a display of minor shock. “What the fuck- mood swing much?” He yelled after her and then turned back to Creed, wiping at his cheek with the back of his jacket-covered hand.
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Creed shook his head and wondered again why he had let her live. “Let me know when she’s in and the security is off.” He told Jared as he led the boy to the side of the building. “That telepath shit don’t work on me.” he eyed up the leap to the second story roof, why did these places always insist on the first floor being larger than the second? “We’re going in through the second story stair well, so loose the coat.” He didn’t need to growl at Jared; Jared did as he was told.
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Shedding his coat quickly, not wanting to get on Creed’s bad side as well, he let it fall into his hands and threw it behind a cleaner garbage can (by cleaner, there probably wasn’t a body inside it or any vomit beside it) along with his hat. Jared wore a black muscle shirt with tears in the back to allow his wings easy movement, dark denim and baggy jeans, and black Nikes, along with a pistol strapped to his side… He definitely needed to upgrade his arsenal. With a sigh of relief he unclasped his wings and stretched them, trying to work out the kinks.
Jared listened for a moment before the creepy sensation of hearing someone else’s voice inside your own head came and he turned to Creed. “She’s in and got someone- they’re on the fifth level… And there are four guards to a floor… Security is off and she erased the tapes that got her… Yea, I think that’s it.” He shook his head slightly and rubbed his temple.
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“Finally.” Creed growled, it had taken longer than he thought it would. Deciding that he wouldn’t make the jump on one go, Creed leapt as high as he could, coming up short he jammed one clawed hand into the cement wall and climbed the rest of the way quickly. Once Jared landed beside him, Creed lead the way to the door they would be entering, it was locked of course, but one slash of claws and Creed yanked it open with ease. “Let’s go, we’re gonna take the stairs to the tenth floor, once we’re there, follow me and stay close.” He entered, not waiting for Jared to reply.
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Jared let the half-smoked Camel fall to the ground and stubbed it out with his toe, then kicked it away into the piles of trash around them. The place reeked something awful and he was more than happy to leave when Creed jumped into the air and began scaling the wall; crouching down low, wings spread, and then jumping into the air with a few powerful beats of his wings. The space between the two buildings was cramped and made flying difficult, but he managed it up to where creed now stood, albeit panting some. He followed wordlessly inside and the door shut quietly behind them.
As he followed behind the feral mutant, Jared tried sending a mental message to the mental-lady on the fifth floor. ’We’re in…’ “What about Adrienne? She’s still on the fifth floor.”
A/N: And so the attack begins! The waters might get a little rough (and bloody) after the next part- please be sure to duck out if you have a problem with crappily written action sequences.
~CHEERS!
Part Six
“…‘Animal farm’?” Adrienne couldn’t help but question, a brow arched. She should be annoyed at the nickname but she could not resist an amused chuckle. She hid the expression behind her hand as best she could. The name was simply too silly to be angry with.
She regained her composure rapidly, however, and calculated the tall building. After a moment, she nodded to Jared’s assessment. “I would have to either fall or leap from somewhere high up, probably with your assistance, given that there are no trees about.”
Which would thus mean she’d have to break one of her cardinal rules: ‘Never change in front of another’. Well, if the mission called for it, then it would be so, however, it will be highly uncomfortable, no matter her options. Either change into a raven now, and have Jarred pick her up – humiliating in its very thought – or be carried upwards in human form, thus meaning really close contact with a business partner, and shifting in his hands.
“The question that needs asked now is: would you prefer to carry me as a raven or a woman?” Adrienne did not intend for that question to be taken in any way other than what pertained to their mission. The detached, idle way in which she spoke should dispel any flirtation Jared might’ve hoped to see.
As she waited for Jared’s response, she glanced at the building again, going over the plan. She was to fly in through an air-vent, take out a guard… wait. “These air-vents… how big are they? In terms of width, I mean.” Knowing how impatient Victor was with numerous questions, particularly when it came to his plans, she elaborated. “Getting in won’t be a problem, it is getting out that I’m concerned with. Once I’m inside, I’ll need to open the air vent into the room. That’ll require becoming human… and, quite frankly, I do not wish to suffocate as a misshapen mass. Once the vent is open, no problem; tarantula will do nicely.”
-
It should have dispelled it, but it didn’t. Jared gave Adrienne a very serious, calculating look before walking a circle around her like a mare to be appraised. Stopping back in front of her he was all grins as he said, “Bird form would be lighter, but woman form is nicer.” Then he gave a sigh and continued, as if this conclusion broke his heart. “However, you should probably just change into a birdie now- that form would be less heavy and awkward to throw and you won’t need to worry about changing halfway up.”
Even though her question had a valid point, Jared still couldn’t fight off a grin and asked, if semi-seriously, “What’s wrong, Animorph- you don’t have a monkey somewhere in there?” He pointed to her chest and regained some semblance of seriousness. “Just transform enough so that you have hands and try to do it that way… Shouldn’t be too hard, should it?”
-
Creed growled, they were making this harder than it was. “Adrienne, don’t fucking birds take off from a strand still…” it wasn’t a question. “Go down the ally, shift and fly your annoying ass up there, the vent is open and there is plenty of room to shift once you are in… and no fucking tarantulas… use your fucking dagger to cut the guards throat!” he couldn’t explain why he was so annoyed, but if she didn’t just go Creed was going to throw her himself, only it wouldn’t be into the sky. Abruptly, he turned to Jared, “and you, shut the fuck up or I’ll make you.”
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Eyes wide as if the feral mutant had stomped on his foot, Jared took a few steps away from Adrienne and instantly became contrite. “Sorry sir,” he murmured and looked down at the ground. Obviously their fearless leader didn’t find this a time to be buddy-buddy, so Jared stood back and waited for his turn to be useful. Taking out his pack, he lit one of his last smokes and stood to the side, watching the people pass by them with only a few curious glances.
-
{The circling of Jared, as a predator might do to unnerve its prey, was met with a glare. Could the angel not be serious in a time it was required? In any case, she would win this game of cat-mouse – or, rather, angel-wolf – thus putting an end to it.
She said nothing to Creed, showed no outward reaction to him. Obediently, she walked down the alley, she made sure to pass Jared. Once close enough, she tilted her head up and flicked a snake tongue against his cheek then continued walking as if naught had happened.
Inwardly, she was seething, and questioned (not for the first time) Creed’s sanity. Within a dark-enough area of the alley, she began to shift. ‘Use my dagger? Does he not realize how much of a mess that will be?’ Coat and suit melted, blurred, became one, and began forming feathers. ‘Of course he had to know. He’s had more than enough experience with killing…’ Her body shrank; wings, beak, and tail formed. ‘So why, then, would he wish a bloody mess?’
The raven took off, enough to carry it to one of the low roofs of the factory. From there, it took off again, fluttered aimlessly for a moment before finally settling into a smooth flight. This was helped, of course, by a heat thermal from the ground. Once the flight was adjusted, she flew swiftly towards the air vents. Flattening her wings against her sides, she dove inside; the force was enough to carry her for a distance within, which certainly helped.
{Okay… I’m inside.} She told them both via telepathy. She continued along the vent, sharp eyes and ears attuned to finding the guard. Just a little ways in, she found him. She pressed herself to the vent and shifted back, after studying the layout of the room through the vent. Creed’s order now made some sense. A spider bite, though deadly, would give him time to scream, alert the others (if there were any). They couldn’t take that chance.
Operating quickly, Adrienne removed the vent, doing it as quietly as she could. Whistling some tune to himself, the guard walked out of the room, apparently making his rounds checking those nearby. Not allowing this opportunity to pass, Adrienne shifted back to raven and glided gently into the room, then returned to her human form. She then crouched… and waited.
Thankfully, for her sake and Creed’s impatience, it was not for long. The guard soon returned, stunned into inaction for a moment by Adri’s presence, and that moment was all she needed. She leaped forward, and he side-stepped, though a second too late. A rapid kick landed hard against his shoulder, knocking him down. Adri landed in a crouch, recovered, and walked over to him. She pressed one heavy boot into his chest, and the other against his right hand. His left hand was useless from her kick. He was a much older man; she guessed mid-fifties, though very trim and fit for his age.
“Aid me and you just might live through this.” She said in an authoritive, cold tone. He nodded, showing he understood. Adri stepped away from him, even offered a hand to help him up. After a glance of uncertainty, he accepted it. She pulled him up, and then swiftly whirled behind him, pulling his right hand behind his back with her left, simultaneously placing her dagger against his throat.
“Disable the cameras, unlock the doors.” She ordered him, pressing the dagger against his throat for emphasis. He whimpered, started to beg for his life, and she cut him off with a small slash to his cheek. She hadn’t the patience for pleas.
The helpless guard and Adrienne walked to the computer in the room nearest them and, as ordered, the guard quickly typed in the necessary codes. As he did, Adrienne subtly began to shift to Julia’s form, though he was unlikely to notice.
{Doors unlocked, cameras disabled. Questioning my captive now.} She’d let them figure out for themselves how she was able to hold a captive and be in a shift. She returned to herself, and ordered the guard to destroy the record of the camera in the room they were in previously. With her keeping watch, he did so. Knowing his time was coming to a close, and not wanting blood spilt over such expensive machinery, she began to back away towards a corner, pulling him with her.
“And now you sing like a canary. How many men are on patrol?” He told her four for each floor. She wondered at the minimal number for such vast areas. Would Frost not have tighter security? It wasn’t her concern, however. She thanked him, then promptly buried her dagger deep in his throat. She dropped him and backed away quickly, not desiring a blood bath.
She watched the blood spurt and form a pool around him, licking her lips before she was doing so. ‘No use letting all this go to waste and leaving a mess… besides, I’m on the fifth floor, and they’re only on the first… it will be a while before they arrive… She dropped to all fours and began crawling over to the prey, shifting to wolf as she moved. As she began cleaning up the pool of delicious blood, she spoke once more to the men.
{I await further instructions.} Only whilst shifted did she gain the ability of telepathy. She could communicate with others, and they with her, but that was the extent of her ability. She could no more read thoughts than Creed could.} *A/N: And again we ignore miss Adrienne for a few posts. I hope this doesn’t confuse anyone too badly! ^^;;
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Jared watched the odd girl leave them, cigarette dangling from his lips in a display of minor shock. “What the fuck- mood swing much?” He yelled after her and then turned back to Creed, wiping at his cheek with the back of his jacket-covered hand.
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Creed shook his head and wondered again why he had let her live. “Let me know when she’s in and the security is off.” He told Jared as he led the boy to the side of the building. “That telepath shit don’t work on me.” he eyed up the leap to the second story roof, why did these places always insist on the first floor being larger than the second? “We’re going in through the second story stair well, so loose the coat.” He didn’t need to growl at Jared; Jared did as he was told.
-
Shedding his coat quickly, not wanting to get on Creed’s bad side as well, he let it fall into his hands and threw it behind a cleaner garbage can (by cleaner, there probably wasn’t a body inside it or any vomit beside it) along with his hat. Jared wore a black muscle shirt with tears in the back to allow his wings easy movement, dark denim and baggy jeans, and black Nikes, along with a pistol strapped to his side… He definitely needed to upgrade his arsenal. With a sigh of relief he unclasped his wings and stretched them, trying to work out the kinks.
Jared listened for a moment before the creepy sensation of hearing someone else’s voice inside your own head came and he turned to Creed. “She’s in and got someone- they’re on the fifth level… And there are four guards to a floor… Security is off and she erased the tapes that got her… Yea, I think that’s it.” He shook his head slightly and rubbed his temple.
-
“Finally.” Creed growled, it had taken longer than he thought it would. Deciding that he wouldn’t make the jump on one go, Creed leapt as high as he could, coming up short he jammed one clawed hand into the cement wall and climbed the rest of the way quickly. Once Jared landed beside him, Creed lead the way to the door they would be entering, it was locked of course, but one slash of claws and Creed yanked it open with ease. “Let’s go, we’re gonna take the stairs to the tenth floor, once we’re there, follow me and stay close.” He entered, not waiting for Jared to reply.
-
Jared let the half-smoked Camel fall to the ground and stubbed it out with his toe, then kicked it away into the piles of trash around them. The place reeked something awful and he was more than happy to leave when Creed jumped into the air and began scaling the wall; crouching down low, wings spread, and then jumping into the air with a few powerful beats of his wings. The space between the two buildings was cramped and made flying difficult, but he managed it up to where creed now stood, albeit panting some. He followed wordlessly inside and the door shut quietly behind them.
As he followed behind the feral mutant, Jared tried sending a mental message to the mental-lady on the fifth floor. ’We’re in…’ “What about Adrienne? She’s still on the fifth floor.”
A/N: And so the attack begins! The waters might get a little rough (and bloody) after the next part- please be sure to duck out if you have a problem with crappily written action sequences.
~CHEERS!