[He keeps his distance just enough to not draw any attention back towards him, just within sight to be sure he didn't lose either Jack or the damned units that were following. Keeping low, keeping out of sight, and keeping a look out for any other units that could be out on some patrol.
It would be just their luck—
So far so good, the units taking the sound bait and working their way into the warehouse. No hesitation, having to make sure the area was clear or that they were actually following something or not. Hell if Gabriel could be sure of the reasons, he just knew they'd probably follow.
Carefully picking his own way inside, careful of anything left behind that could give away his own position.]
[This would ordinarily be the part where he'd contact Gabriel over their comm--get his position, make sure that the next part of the plan is ready to execute. They don't have that luxury right now. Jack is mostly alone, with three bastion units stomping into the abandoned warehouse after him. He makes it up to the second floor before they enter, giving him a high ground advantage, but there are three of them and only one of him, so he hopes that Gabriel isn't far behind.
The building is in a state of decay, the center of the ceiling fallen through to create a sort of rafter system that crisscrosses the main floor. Jack will use that to his advantage.
He stakes out, steadies his rifle. Waits for his opening.]
[Gabriel likely spotted Morrison before the other way around, thanks to that hole in the ceiling and the ability to fucking look up without issue.
Using the Units' confusion to slip around while keeping behind cover, moving into position to hopefully make quick work of the three between the two of them. Trying not to make any sort of sound to draw their attention away from looking for the source of the earlier noise. Keep them busy.
Keep them in there longer, shotguns already drawn as his back pressed against some old piece of machinery long rusted out of use.]
[Jack has to trust Gabriel implicitly for this one. Unable to spot him or contact him over comm, he just has to wait and hope it's enough time for him to get in place before he opens fire. It's a small window, because he knows the units will be on their way out of the warehouse as soon as they finish their sweep--then they'll be back to square one.
He waits. Breathes. Lets them get in range, and then unleashes his trio of rockets.]
[It was enough time, no where between Morrison and the units to reduce chances of getting caught in a cross-fire, and placed himself well in position to get as good a shot as possible to what they'd learn was a possible weak spot.
He could only hope that was some good Intel, since even at the range he'd put himself those shotguns only did hard damage close range—
The buckets of bolts didn't really stand a chance between helix rockets and modified shotguns. Even if they fired off as soon as any of them had been attacked.]
[Jack can't fire rockets continuously without compromising his rifle, meaning he has to switch to its normal pulse function. Too much noise will attract more, but if they're quick about it, they can finish this before it has a chance to begin. He sees Gabriel now; follows the noise of his shotguns until he spots that distinctive beanie.
He stays on the move as the units flounder, circling around the hole in the ceiling and firing in bursts. They'll be able to soak up some hits, but he and Gabe have the element of surprise, and he watches one spark and howl as those shotguns punch a hole through it.
Now that they've made noise, however, he reaches back to his comm, re-connecting with Gabriel.]
[It was going to be a lot easier on his ammunition to work up close, he couldn't just pull fully loaded shotguns out of his ass after all. Had to work with what he had, and be quick enough in moving around the units to get those damaging shots in nice and close to get the most out of them.
Did not hurt at all that they were taught just where to place shots, and Gabriel got to work after vaulting over the rusted heap of junk he'd been using as cover.
Confidence behind his movements, from his own skill and... well, having Morrison covering him didn't hurt a bit. Guy had skill all of his own.]
[Even without his eyepiece, Jack's marksmanship is nothing to sneeze at, and he works on breaking down the superficial defenses while his rockets cool down. The rapid fire of his pulse rifle will weaken the exoskeletons--let him break the Omnics apart from the weak spots out with helix fire, as soon as it's back online.
Gabriel getting in close doesn't hurt, either. Well. Doesn't hurt them. It definitely hurts the robots.
He keeps his distance, lets loose his rockets again, targeting right for what they know to be the weak point. The unit staggers, flame erupting through it from the inside out.]
[If the sound of fire breaking out hadn't been warning enough, Morrison's picked up where any other sign might not have.
The floor of an abandoned and rusted out warehouse wasn't the best place to roll out of dodge, but Gabriel wasn't about to be damned picky. Better whatever filth and loose parts catching clothing than having a flaming Bastian Unit fall on top of him. Trying to get behind something before the damned thing exploded-]
Worry about the other two.
[Well, that was going to hurt later. Whatever stray part hit him wasn't going to stop the man from doing what was needed to take out the remaining two on his end.]
[From his perch on the second floor, Jack holds his breath as he watches Gabriel dive out of the way, even bracing himself for more chastisement (and then being kind of mad at himself for even thinking that). It occurs to him as he watches Gabriel get back to his feet that maybe he should be moving, too.
He's not going to go unnoticed forever. One of the units finally bothers to trace the trajectory of his fire and spots him, undeterred by the spray of pulse fire that he unloads right at it.
Gunfire erupts through the upper floor, sending Jack running as he tries to reposition.]
[There is not a Hell of a lot of cover that can be taken when on fire from below, and that means Gabriel had to focus on taking that Unit out quickly. So that meant getting a lot more close and personal than he liked. Pressing the barrel of a shotgun right against where the power core was house and unloading into it.
Which left him having to scramble away to get the fuck out of dodge again. Do whatever it took to get the job done.]
[Jack is too busy running like hell to answer, bullets exploding out of the floor underneath him. He also recognizes the tactical disadvantage of being fired on from below, and resolves to get himself out of here as soon as possible, no matter what Gabriel is doing down below.
He knows, on some level, that this is a very stupid move, but he's known for being impulsive, and it hasn't killed him yet. Jack takes a flying leap off the second floor, through the ruined ceiling, crashing down on top of one of the units.]
[Is this why Morrison was assigned to him? Because no one else could deal with his dumb ass?]
Get down, that thing beside it-- [Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything about this entire plan. Having to abandon his own scramble for cover because there was no way Morrison could get the fuck out of dodge that quickly, just grabbing hold of the other man to yank him off the Unit as the one beside it was already having a fit.
The thing would blow and hopefully take the other one with it.]
[NO SHUT UP IT WAS A GREAT IDEA LOOK AT HIM UNLOAD PULSE FIRE RIGHT INTO THE UNIT'S HEAD okay he's going.
Somewhere along the line, Jack realizes what Gabriel is trying to tell him (or maybe he just sees the other omnic imploding), and his eyebrows raise just as a hand closes around his arm, yanking him off the unit and dragging him for cover. He seems to understand halfway there, pushing himself into a sprint, diving behind the nearest slab of fallen concrete.]
[IT WAS A STUPID IDEA, EVEN IF IT KIND OF SORT OF WORKED IT WAS STILL DUMB AS HELL yes good.
It's only once the both of them are behind cover that Gabriel so much as lets go of Morrison, letting out a breath and just. Sinks down so much further once he can hear more than just ringing in his ears.
And maybe punches Morrison hard into the shoulder for good measure. Real quick. Before checking to see if that was that.]
Jack’s a little wide-eyed, a little disheveled, a fine layer of dust settling over his face and hair and blue body armor. It’d be almost comical if they hadn’t come so close to being exploded along with the bastions. He lets out a hiss as Gabe punches him in the arm, nudging him back without really thinking—a reflex reaction.]
It worked, didn’t it?
[All three of the units are scrap metal, right? Tell him that’s the case, and then they can go check if the omnium is spitting out more robots to investigate the noise.]
You're lucky it worked without you getting filled with holes.
[Slumping right the fuck back down, letting out a breath, taking this moment to reload his shotguns. For all either of them know he might need them as soon as they got out of this area and headed back where they had been.
That had been a lot more noise than he'd accounted for, just their luck.]
Check yourself over and get ready Morrison, we're heading back.
[He checks his weapon too, making sure the rifle is undamaged. Jack gives himself a quick pat-down for injury and any missing supplies, then gives Reyes a nod when everything seems to check out.]
We should radio the others.
[He has no idea what’s going to be waiting for them by the time they crawl back into their little stakeout. Jack doesn’t want to discount the possibility of needing an extraction.]
[He pushed himself up onto his feet, working his shoulder as shotguns were momentarily holstered to free up his hands once they were loaded and checked out.
Things could get worse, easily.]
Go see if we have any incoming while I try to contact someone to let them know about the situation.
[Jack can already hear all of the things Ana is sure to chastise them with, but he tries to push that out of his head as he presses forward, back the way they came. He'll take point, scouting ahead, finding the forest oddly quiet for what they've just done.
He radios back to Reyes once he's certain.]
Clear for now.
[All bets are off once they get back to the Omnium, however.]
They've got an evac on standby, incase we need it. Limited time, so we better move out and see if we need to get the hell out of dodge or not now.
[Already on his way out of the warehouse, going over far too many possibilities in his head already. What either of them would need to do if they needed to be picked up; other than stick together. Like hell he's leaving Morrison behind.
Half a mind to find that damned lookout and dismantle the damn thing just from all of the trouble it going off somewhere started.] Meet up with you and we'll move back over there together.
[He hopes it doesn't come to that--having to inquire about evac in the first place is embarrassing enough, given what this mission was supposed to be. They still haven't found out what happened to the sentry, and Jack is just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
All he can do for now is move quickly and quietly back to their makeshift base, waiting for Gabriel to catch up.]
[This was a complete mess, but at least there was some chance they could pull something out of it. Maybe.
Either way there's silence on his end of the line, most of his attention on getting back undetected if any more decided to pay a goddamn visit while out on a merry little stroll.
To his credit it doesn't take him awfully long to catch up to Morrison, and at the very least whatever bit of temper had been stirring up had fallen more into irritation. Probably better for the both of them.]
[Jack's not sure whether he should be relieved or on edge. He decides that it should probably be the latter. When Gabriel catches up to him at camp, he's already shoving supplies into a duffel, preparing to get out and do it quickly.]
Sentry's still gone.
[His tone of voice, however, makes it clear that he expects it to show back up--and soon.]
If we find that thing again I'm dismantling it myself. [He's blaming the sentry they were watching more than he was blaming Morrison for this mess at least?] Take whatever hard drive it has to toss Torbjörn's way, see if he can get something useful out of it.
[Ducking inside to grab what he'd carried in with him, quickly as he could manage so there wouldn't be anymore time wasted.
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It would be just their luck—
So far so good, the units taking the sound bait and working their way into the warehouse. No hesitation, having to make sure the area was clear or that they were actually following something or not. Hell if Gabriel could be sure of the reasons, he just knew they'd probably follow.
Carefully picking his own way inside, careful of anything left behind that could give away his own position.]
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The building is in a state of decay, the center of the ceiling fallen through to create a sort of rafter system that crisscrosses the main floor. Jack will use that to his advantage.
He stakes out, steadies his rifle. Waits for his opening.]
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Using the Units' confusion to slip around while keeping behind cover, moving into position to hopefully make quick work of the three between the two of them. Trying not to make any sort of sound to draw their attention away from looking for the source of the earlier noise. Keep them busy.
Keep them in there longer, shotguns already drawn as his back pressed against some old piece of machinery long rusted out of use.]
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He waits. Breathes. Lets them get in range, and then unleashes his trio of rockets.]
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He could only hope that was some good Intel, since even at the range he'd put himself those shotguns only did hard damage close range—
The buckets of bolts didn't really stand a chance between helix rockets and modified shotguns. Even if they fired off as soon as any of them had been attacked.]
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He stays on the move as the units flounder, circling around the hole in the ceiling and firing in bursts. They'll be able to soak up some hits, but he and Gabe have the element of surprise, and he watches one spark and howl as those shotguns punch a hole through it.
Now that they've made noise, however, he reaches back to his comm, re-connecting with Gabriel.]
You can get in close. I've got you covered.
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[It was going to be a lot easier on his ammunition to work up close, he couldn't just pull fully loaded shotguns out of his ass after all. Had to work with what he had, and be quick enough in moving around the units to get those damaging shots in nice and close to get the most out of them.
Did not hurt at all that they were taught just where to place shots, and Gabriel got to work after vaulting over the rusted heap of junk he'd been using as cover.
Confidence behind his movements, from his own skill and... well, having Morrison covering him didn't hurt a bit. Guy had skill all of his own.]
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Gabriel getting in close doesn't hurt, either. Well. Doesn't hurt them. It definitely hurts the robots.
He keeps his distance, lets loose his rockets again, targeting right for what they know to be the weak point. The unit staggers, flame erupting through it from the inside out.]
Watch out.
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The floor of an abandoned and rusted out warehouse wasn't the best place to roll out of dodge, but Gabriel wasn't about to be damned picky. Better whatever filth and loose parts catching clothing than having a flaming Bastian Unit fall on top of him. Trying to get behind something before the damned thing exploded-]
Worry about the other two.
[Well, that was going to hurt later. Whatever stray part hit him wasn't going to stop the man from doing what was needed to take out the remaining two on his end.]
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He's not going to go unnoticed forever. One of the units finally bothers to trace the trajectory of his fire and spots him, undeterred by the spray of pulse fire that he unloads right at it.
Gunfire erupts through the upper floor, sending Jack running as he tries to reposition.]
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[There is not a Hell of a lot of cover that can be taken when on fire from below, and that means Gabriel had to focus on taking that Unit out quickly. So that meant getting a lot more close and personal than he liked. Pressing the barrel of a shotgun right against where the power core was house and unloading into it.
Which left him having to scramble away to get the fuck out of dodge again. Do whatever it took to get the job done.]
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He knows, on some level, that this is a very stupid move, but he's known for being impulsive, and it hasn't killed him yet. Jack takes a flying leap off the second floor, through the ruined ceiling, crashing down on top of one of the units.]
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Get down, that thing beside it-- [Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything about this entire plan. Having to abandon his own scramble for cover because there was no way Morrison could get the fuck out of dodge that quickly, just grabbing hold of the other man to yank him off the Unit as the one beside it was already having a fit.
The thing would blow and hopefully take the other one with it.]
MOVE!
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Somewhere along the line, Jack realizes what Gabriel is trying to tell him (or maybe he just sees the other omnic imploding), and his eyebrows raise just as a hand closes around his arm, yanking him off the unit and dragging him for cover. He seems to understand halfway there, pushing himself into a sprint, diving behind the nearest slab of fallen concrete.]
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It's only once the both of them are behind cover that Gabriel so much as lets go of Morrison, letting out a breath and just. Sinks down so much further once he can hear more than just ringing in his ears.
And maybe punches Morrison hard into the shoulder for good measure. Real quick. Before checking to see if that was that.]
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Jack’s a little wide-eyed, a little disheveled, a fine layer of dust settling over his face and hair and blue body armor. It’d be almost comical if they hadn’t come so close to being exploded along with the bastions. He lets out a hiss as Gabe punches him in the arm, nudging him back without really thinking—a reflex reaction.]
It worked, didn’t it?
[All three of the units are scrap metal, right? Tell him that’s the case, and then they can go check if the omnium is spitting out more robots to investigate the noise.]
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[Slumping right the fuck back down, letting out a breath, taking this moment to reload his shotguns. For all either of them know he might need them as soon as they got out of this area and headed back where they had been.
That had been a lot more noise than he'd accounted for, just their luck.]
Check yourself over and get ready Morrison, we're heading back.
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We should radio the others.
[He has no idea what’s going to be waiting for them by the time they crawl back into their little stakeout. Jack doesn’t want to discount the possibility of needing an extraction.]
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Things could get worse, easily.]
Go see if we have any incoming while I try to contact someone to let them know about the situation.
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He radios back to Reyes once he's certain.]
Clear for now.
[All bets are off once they get back to the Omnium, however.]
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[Already on his way out of the warehouse, going over far too many possibilities in his head already. What either of them would need to do if they needed to be picked up; other than stick together. Like hell he's leaving Morrison behind.
Half a mind to find that damned lookout and dismantle the damn thing just from all of the trouble it going off somewhere started.] Meet up with you and we'll move back over there together.
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[He hopes it doesn't come to that--having to inquire about evac in the first place is embarrassing enough, given what this mission was supposed to be. They still haven't found out what happened to the sentry, and Jack is just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
All he can do for now is move quickly and quietly back to their makeshift base, waiting for Gabriel to catch up.]
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Either way there's silence on his end of the line, most of his attention on getting back undetected if any more decided to pay a goddamn visit while out on a merry little stroll.
To his credit it doesn't take him awfully long to catch up to Morrison, and at the very least whatever bit of temper had been stirring up had fallen more into irritation. Probably better for the both of them.]
Any movement on your way?
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[Jack's not sure whether he should be relieved or on edge. He decides that it should probably be the latter. When Gabriel catches up to him at camp, he's already shoving supplies into a duffel, preparing to get out and do it quickly.]
Sentry's still gone.
[His tone of voice, however, makes it clear that he expects it to show back up--and soon.]
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[Ducking inside to grab what he'd carried in with him, quickly as he could manage so there wouldn't be anymore time wasted.
At least they'd gotten some rest in before this.]
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