Chapitre 77: Chapter 63 edited
As Gisele's keen eyes lock onto Lindsey's captors, her heart rate quickens with a mix of determination and apprehension. With swift precision, she activates the specialized lens built into her gear, capturing a crystal-clear image of the perpetrator. The Hitch lens, a marvel of technology, ensures that no detail escapes its sight as Gisele swiftly transmits the image to Breaker, her fingers dancing over the controls with practiced ease.
"Observer, I have sent an image of her captor. I want details on him," Gisele commands over the crackling comms, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.
In the Truck, Breaker's eyes narrow as he receives the transmission. With unwavering focus, he redirects his attention to his computer terminal, fingers flying across the keyboard in a blur of motion. The air crackles with anticipation as he delves deep into the database, searching for any shred of information that might shed light on their adversary.
Time seems to stand still as Breaker meticulously sifts through the vast sea of data, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. But then, finally, a breakthrough—a name, a face, a history of violence and depravity.
"His name is William Barroway," Breaker's voice reverberates through the command center, heavy with gravity. "He is a killer and torturer. It seems the group is once again using a third party to keep their fingers clean."
Gisele nods solemnly, her mind already racing with possibilities. With the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place, she can feel the weight of the mission bearing down on her shoulders. "It seems we have some more traces of them," she replies to Breaker through the comms, her voice tinged with determination as she braces herself for the challenges that lie ahead.
As Gisele issues her command over the comms,"We'll need touch down in less than three, you copy?"
Heavy-duty at the controls of the Quinjet responds with steely determination. "Copy that, I have no issues," he declares, his voice steady despite the gravity of the impending mission.
With a swift motion, Gisele taps the earpiece behind her right ear, triggering the transformation of her helmet with a soft blue light. The advanced gear offers a suite of life-support functions, including the ability to breathe in poisonous gases or provide a heads-up display synced into her scanners and night vision.
With the detonator in hand, Gisele extends the antenna and braces herself for the impending chaos. "Standby to go live," she announces over the comms, her voice tinged with anticipation.
In the command center, Breaker remains glued to the monitors, his palms rolling the trackballs with impressive precision. With ambidextrous targeting, he stands ready to unleash the full force of their firepower at a moment's notice.
"impact on three," Gisele commands, her voice calm and focused.
Meanwhile, beneath the streets, Scarlett stands poised with her detonators, her eyes locked on the target ahead. As Gisele continues the countdown, Scarlett's finger hovers over the trigger, ready to unleash destruction upon their enemies.
As Gisele counts down over the comms "Two."her voice echoing with determination, the tension in the factory reaches its peak. Inside, a Barroway grabs Lindsey's hair, yanking her head back with one hand while holding a butane torch in the other, the sinister gleam of malice in his eyes.
With a swift and decisive motion, Gisele triggers the detonator, her voice resolute as she commands, "Now." The charge explodes with ferocious intensity, catching one of Barroway's men off guard as he walks past, the deafening blast propelling him backward with shocking force.
In the command center, Breaker springs into action, his fingers flying over the trackball trigger buttons with lightning speed. Sniper rifles blaze to life, their twin muzzles pivoting with lethal accuracy as blasts erupt throughout the factory, tearing through brick, mortar, and glass with devastating force.
As chaos engulfs the factory, Barroway's men dive for cover, scrambling to escape the relentless onslaught. Meanwhile, beneath the streets, Scarlett triggers her detonators, sending shockwaves rippling through the prepped junction boxes. The lights in the factory explode in a dazzling display of sparks and shattered glass, casting the scene into a frenzy of darkness and chaos.
Amidst the mayhem, Barroway makes a desperate bid for escape, his expression twisted with distress as he flees the scene. Lindsey, still dazed and disoriented, remains oblivious to the chaos unfolding around her, lost in her own world of pain and confusion.
In the command center, Breaker's focus remains unwavering as he continues to take out enemies with precision and efficiency. With each slam of the trackballs, he eliminates threats with the skill and precision of a mad-ass lethal pinball wizard, his voice cutting through the chaos as he directs Gisele into action.
"Raider, you're clear, get in there!" Breaker shouts over the comms.
Inside the factory torture room, Gisele sprints through a firework of sparks, her heart pounding in her chest as she races towards the sound of gunfire and screams echoing through the corridors.
Meanwhile, under the street, Scarlett dashes through the shadows, her senses on high alert as she joins the fray.
While Tracers from Breaker's guns scream across the courtyard, hitting the factory with deadly accuracy.
Inside the factory office area, Brownway storms into the space, his voice cutting through the chaos as he yells in German to another man who enters from across the room. Their voices blend into a cacophony of confusion, each trying to make themselves heard over the din. Suddenly, a round from Breaker's weapon streaks into the room, exploding between the men, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
In the factory corridor, it's pure mayhem. Barroway's men race through sparking corridors, plaster disintegrating into powder under the onslaught of Breaker's weapons. Breaker, keeping watch over the chaos, informs Scarlett through the comms, "Groundhog, second floor is clear."
Inside the factory tall stairwell, Scarlett dashes in, seeking cover before making her way up the towering staircase. "Got it," she responds, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding her. With determination in her heart, she presses forward, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
In the chaos of Barroway's men frantically packing up their gear, Scarlett bursts into the room like a force of nature. Her crossbow emits a sharp beeeep as the laser sight locks onto its target, signaling Scarlett's readiness to strike. With a flick of her finger, she unleashes the bolt.
As the laser-guided projectile streaks through the air, the henchmen turn to react, but Scarlett is faster. With precision honed through years of training, she takes the shot, the bolt finding its mark with deadly accuracy.
Scarlett doesn't pause to revel in her victory. She moves with purpose towards the computers, but her path is blocked by another man. Without hesitation, they engage in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, the sound of blows echoing through the room.
But Scarlett is more than just good; she's exceptional. With a swift series of strikes, she incapacitates her opponent, leaving him sprawled on the ground, defeated.
With the threat neutralized, Scarlett turns her attention back to the computers, intent on completing her mission. But then, a chilling sound cuts through the air - a sharp *SHING!* She whirls around to see the man she shot holding a grenade in one hand, its pin in the other.
Time seems to slow as Scarlett realizes the danger. With lightning reflexes, she turns to flee, Scarlett through the glass window.
The grenade explodes with a deafening roar, sending shockwaves rippling through the room.
And shards flying in all directions as the room erupts in flames behind her. As she tumbles through the air, With a final crash, she hits the ground outside, battered and bruised but alive. As she struggles to her feet, the flames licking at her heels, Scarlett knows that the battle is far from over. But she's faced worse odds before, and she's not about to let a little explosion stop her.
Scarlett is shaken, but moves through the debris, into the destroyed control room -- she grabs the burnt laptops, throws them into her gear bag.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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