Marvin'

Marv stares at the camera feed with a deep scowl on his face, the sound of gunfire occurring not far from his current position. Some fucking truck had just crashed through his HQ's fence and started blowing his guys away.

Sure, he'd prepared for something like this ever since that Tyger Claw bitch said someone was lookin' for his crew, but he hadn't expected anything like this! Was it because of what they did to that guy from yesterday?

He glances over to the single Netrunner he'd managed to employ, though that was only because their reputation was hot-shit compared to anyone else. "Get Brick's guys down here before these ass holes decide to blow the place up!" he hurriedly orders, wanting their Maelstrom allies to take the brunt of this.

"Can't, whoever they are put a jammer up!" the Netrunner reports, eyes squeezed closed in concentration as they work as fast as possible.

"Shit. Well, they must've heard the shootout goin' on in their backyard already, we just gotta hold 'em off!... Who are these fucks anyway!?"

"No idea, probably just some-"

Their attention is grabbed by the monitors as two people step from the AI-controlled tank, their faces were obscured, of course, software prevents them from viewing it over the net, but for Marv it wasn't hard to tell who it was...

"STOP HIDING MARV! I'M GONNA SKIN YOU ALIVE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"

Yeah, he remembered that voice alright... Who knew that kid was still kickin'... He should've put a bullet in his brain while he was down...

He shakes his head, "Whatever, it's just two kids, those guys outside were just the meat shields," he pulls out his comms, "All of you! Get your shit together and fortify the cargo area! Stop those fucks from gettin' in while Maelstrom arrives!"

"Boss, our guys in the basement got flatlined!" the Netrunner reports.

"There's only one entrance into it! Just barricade the stairs and have some guys ready to unload into it!"

"Alright!"

Marv turns back to the feed just as the last of his guys outside were zeroed, the tank combined with the two kids' firepower easily overwhelming them.

"GIVE ME MARV AND I'LL LET YOU BASTARDS GO!" the kid, Ori, shouts, only to get cussed out by Marv's men.

Fat chance of them listening if they wanted to anyway, most of his men had chips in the back of their necks that would detonate at his command. Why buy loyalty when you can buy bombs, after all?

He looks to his right-hand man, Galen who was standing at the door, "Go, kill that little shit Ori! And make sure he knows who sent you."

The large man nods, his braids bobbing with him, he holds up a hand and clenches his fist, revealing the mean metal spikes that protrude from his gorilla arms. "Got it."

*BOOOM!*

He scowls as the ground rumbles, grenades going off within the warehouse no doubt. "Do it now before they collapse the entire place!"

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*BOOOM!*

A large portion of the warehouse wall explodes outwards into the courtyard as the grenades explode, sounds of panicking and dying wails could be heard through the dust and smoke, but Ori ignores all that.

He sends a nod to Rebecca and hops over his concrete barricade and makes his way inside. The dim lights within the warehouse illuminated a couple of standing figures, but just as he could see them, they could see him too.

He throws himself to the side, behind a small shipping container, but not before taking two bullets to the side. One perilously close to his intestines, likely grazing them, and one next to there, a flesh wound presumably.

He stifles his pained grimace and sits there with keen focus, the enemies were targeting him, unknowing allowing Rebecca to set up on the other side of the room from him.

"MARCO!" Rebecca shouts with a laugh as she begins firing.

Ori grins to himself as the enemy turns their attention to her, allowing him to get a good look at the place.

It was as most warehouses usually looked, with a few aisles of metal shelves lining the place, most empty, with stairs at the far back leading to a catwalk and some second-floor rooms. In the corner under the stairs were some leading to the basement, where Six was currently judging by the five guys all aiming down at the stairs with determined expressions.

Closer to Ori's position were small truck-sized shipping containers placed sporadically around the place, allowing the scavs to enter cover or change their positions rapidly. He'd have liked to just throw a grenade their way, but next to them was a pillar that Six had planted an explosive charge on...

"POLO!" he shouts, firing at two guys who'd unintentionally exposed themselves in an attempt to get a better line of fire at Rebecca. He draws a line of bullets in one, from his thigh, chest, and eventually neck.

The other guy throws themselves to the ground in an attempt to avoid the worst of it, but Ori just lays into him as if he were a sandbag. He was soon forced back into cover by the others, but not before shredding the guy enough that his internal organs were hanging out of his like moist and chunky Christmas tinsel.

"HAHAHA COME ON! COME O-" Rebecca cackles, but is interrupted as a bullet whizzes past and rakes a line across her face, revealing the subdermal armour Cyberware underneath her pale skin. "OUCH! THAT FREAKIN' HURT YOU ASS HOLES!" she angrily shouts after recovering her composure, tossing her assault rifle to the side and retrieving a large shotgun from the bag on her back. "I'M GETTING SERIOUS NOW!"

"Ha¬!? A shotty at that ra-" one scav shouts back mockingly but loses the top half of his head as Rebecca fires a shot off. Not to mention, a large part of a metal shelf behind him began collapsing from the rest of the bird-shot-like shell.

"ORI YOU TINY INSECT! MARV WANTS YOU DEAD, AND THAT'S WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN! GET READY TO JOIN YOUR PATHETIC FAMILY!" a large man suddenly shouts as he steps out of a room on the second floor.

Ori scowls, "So you do remember me!? Good!" he growls back and is about to open fire on the man when something catches his eye... Six had just appeared beside the man with his revolver pointed at his head...