Hitomi Onoe
Hitomi swore viciously in Japanese. She clicked her com and whispered urgently, “C.J.! Siege, are you there?”
No answer.
She swore again and checked the power level on her gauntlet’s readout. Almost empty. Another patter of blaster fire hit the cargo container she was hiding behind. If she didn’t get some backup soon, she’d be both pinned down and out of ammo.
Hitomi peered cautiously around the container, not seeing her assailants. She grabbed a rock from the small pile she’d been gathering and tossed it against a container across the aisle. As it clanked loudly, the container was hit with a hail of bullets. Must be low on energy too, Hitomi thought.
She tried the com again, this time she was rewarded with a broken transmission. “Hey! It’s ‘Omi! Come in!”
“...ay! I re... I’m okay. Omi, are y... ...ere?”
Siege.
“Oh thank whoever!” she whispered to herself. “Siege, it’s Omi! I’m pinned down and almost out of blaster charge! They’ve got my P90, too. Where are you?”
“..t sure. Pl... is a maze. Got a fix on your b...n though.”
“C.J.! Be careful, they’ve got my beacon! Took all of my kit! I was lucky to get my gauntlet when I escaped.”
“... read you, Omi. Sit tight, my friend!”
Hitomi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back. It wasn’t long before she heard the report of several flash-bang grenades followed by the confused screaming of the team pinning her down. She took a couple of deep breaths and rolled out from cover and tagged the three gunmen that were in the open, trying to see and hear.
She stood up and sprinted to the barrels that the remaining three assailants were behind, ready to tag them with the last shots from her gauntlet, but finding them out cold already, and her rescuer swiftly searching them.
“Siege!”
“Omi! You okay?”
“Yeah, thanks for the save.”
“Don’t mention it. How’d they nab you?”
Hitomi rolled her eyes in frustration, “Rookie mistake. Wasn’t watching my six close enough.”
Siege nodded, “Glad you got away.”
Hitomi snorted.
Siege gave a wry smile then nodded to the closest an on the ground. “No insignia or ID. No markings, papers, anything. ”
“So... same MO as always, then?”
“Yeah. These guys are starting to piss me off a little.”
Hitomi raised one eyebrow. That was an admission from Siege, who rarely ever shows anything other than humor or a laid-back “zen” type attitude. To illustrate, Siege casually lashed out and put a rather deep dent in the nearest cargo container. The resulting “clang” was probably heard all over the docks. Omi winced.
“Told you, Omi. Let’s go. I’ve got your kit, and I want to report back to Buck.”
Omi nodded, nudging the nearest goon with her booted toe. The man was dressed in black fatigues and mask. Very nondescript. “After you, C.J.”
Siege nodded and set off at a trot for their ride, near the entrance to the docks. Hitomi stared briefly after her friend, the usual thoughts bubbling up. She shoved them back down, as usual. She knew nothing could come of it. Didn’t stop them from rising once in a while. She gave a rueful smile and a shake of her head before setting off at a lope to catch up to her friend.
No answer.
She swore again and checked the power level on her gauntlet’s readout. Almost empty. Another patter of blaster fire hit the cargo container she was hiding behind. If she didn’t get some backup soon, she’d be both pinned down and out of ammo.
Hitomi peered cautiously around the container, not seeing her assailants. She grabbed a rock from the small pile she’d been gathering and tossed it against a container across the aisle. As it clanked loudly, the container was hit with a hail of bullets. Must be low on energy too, Hitomi thought.
She tried the com again, this time she was rewarded with a broken transmission. “Hey! It’s ‘Omi! Come in!”
“...ay! I re... I’m okay. Omi, are y... ...ere?”
Siege.
“Oh thank whoever!” she whispered to herself. “Siege, it’s Omi! I’m pinned down and almost out of blaster charge! They’ve got my P90, too. Where are you?”
“..t sure. Pl... is a maze. Got a fix on your b...n though.”
“C.J.! Be careful, they’ve got my beacon! Took all of my kit! I was lucky to get my gauntlet when I escaped.”
“... read you, Omi. Sit tight, my friend!”
Hitomi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back. It wasn’t long before she heard the report of several flash-bang grenades followed by the confused screaming of the team pinning her down. She took a couple of deep breaths and rolled out from cover and tagged the three gunmen that were in the open, trying to see and hear.
She stood up and sprinted to the barrels that the remaining three assailants were behind, ready to tag them with the last shots from her gauntlet, but finding them out cold already, and her rescuer swiftly searching them.
“Siege!”
“Omi! You okay?”
“Yeah, thanks for the save.”
“Don’t mention it. How’d they nab you?”
Hitomi rolled her eyes in frustration, “Rookie mistake. Wasn’t watching my six close enough.”
Siege nodded, “Glad you got away.”
Hitomi snorted.
Siege gave a wry smile then nodded to the closest an on the ground. “No insignia or ID. No markings, papers, anything. ”
“So... same MO as always, then?”
“Yeah. These guys are starting to piss me off a little.”
Hitomi raised one eyebrow. That was an admission from Siege, who rarely ever shows anything other than humor or a laid-back “zen” type attitude. To illustrate, Siege casually lashed out and put a rather deep dent in the nearest cargo container. The resulting “clang” was probably heard all over the docks. Omi winced.
“Told you, Omi. Let’s go. I’ve got your kit, and I want to report back to Buck.”
Omi nodded, nudging the nearest goon with her booted toe. The man was dressed in black fatigues and mask. Very nondescript. “After you, C.J.”
Siege nodded and set off at a trot for their ride, near the entrance to the docks. Hitomi stared briefly after her friend, the usual thoughts bubbling up. She shoved them back down, as usual. She knew nothing could come of it. Didn’t stop them from rising once in a while. She gave a rueful smile and a shake of her head before setting off at a lope to catch up to her friend.
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