Athos truly wished that the other Musketeers were with him; he trusted them a lot more than the agents he had left inside the van with Q. They were efficient, but they were no Porthos and Aramis. But if one was going to wish for an ideal world, then he might as well wish that Six stuck to their playground, or at least communicated with them. He rolled out from under the van on the opposite side from the one they had been hit, after counting the pair of boots moving their way, while every innocent passer-by ran away from them.
Six pairs. Six ought to be a piece of cake, although it might be difficult not to kill any of them.
Two of them moved to open the van's back doors, with two of them as back-up on their six. The last two were going round to the front of the van. Athos was on the move before the van doors were fully open. One of his throwing knives found its mark in the arm of one of the backups, forcing the man to drop his gun, and he'd slashed right through the tendon of the nearest one before he had time to redirect the muzzle towards him. Guns were such clumsy weapons in close contact.
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Date: 2015-07-07 02:46 am (UTC)Six pairs. Six ought to be a piece of cake, although it might be difficult not to kill any of them.
Two of them moved to open the van's back doors, with two of them as back-up on their six. The last two were going round to the front of the van. Athos was on the move before the van doors were fully open. One of his throwing knives found its mark in the arm of one of the backups, forcing the man to drop his gun, and he'd slashed right through the tendon of the nearest one before he had time to redirect the muzzle towards him. Guns were such clumsy weapons in close contact.