"Andy Wellington was a man of plagiarism - but he did not give you good common sense, Chris." Responded the woman, irritated.
The figures at the other side of the bridge walked very passively. As if taking a stroll on some warm day, they certainly did not appear as enemies to the group.
The figures walked closely, and it could be made out what they were. Five in total, following one. There were four Alchemilia style androids - not like Wellington. Featureless, gray, mechanical humanoids. Each had a cyan light emitting from their head. Massive and bulky, fascinating feats of engineering.
Leading these androids was the most intriguing. It was what appeared to be a regular human, a female general of Alchemilia. She wore simple clothes, not the usual Power Armor. A black, long-sleeve buttoned up coat, with streaks of red. Her skin had a bit-tan, and her uniquely red-hair was housed by an Alchemilia cap. The woman, despite approaching an armed brigade, had no visible weapons.
"So much for the first-aid kits." Steven said, nervously.
"Now, how are we supposed to get out of this?" commented Melissa.
"I am unsure. The best course of action would be to remain here, it would not be wise to continue forward." Chris looked around the bridge, when he noticed something odd about the wall they had previously driven through. Examining it closely, it appeared some rapid movement began to happen towards the bottom. A swirl, of sorts, as if a spiral portal of embers was created. It continued to move, before slowly spiraling violently; becoming a homogeneous light blue.
At once, the spiral was thrown directly at the group, spinning violently. Everyone prepared to move from its trajectory - before it shot into the air, dissipating.
Looking into the newly created hole, figures began to emerge.
"I, well -" Samuel readied his rifle, pointing every which-way. "Keep, keep on guard!"
Running as fast as he could, Samuel suddenly heard something in the distance. Briefly looking behind him, he watched in horror as the vehicle he carefully selected was now set ablaze. Confused, and not wanting to fall behind, he continued running.
The group continued on-wards, as they reached a point in which the bridge prepared to fuse with a downwards metal road. "Almost!" he called out.
Everyone nearly reached the bridge's end - until a familiar obstacle appeared. To everyone's horror, blue embers once again appeared, rising; before completely obstructing the entrance to Remnant Rock. Not wanting a repeat of recent events, the group stopped in their tracks. They watched as a similar fate hit the sides of a bridge - a blockade of flames, lighting up the left and right sides. It was like an "arena" - they were now encompassed.
As Steven writhe in pain from the mysterious blue flames, he turned around to make sure they were safe. Thankfully, there was nothing behind them - but a collection of corpses, burning in the mysterious wall of fire. Where, how.? he thought, his head spinning.
Samuel looked through the shattered glass, Remnant Rock now closer than before. The surrounding area, previously looking like a grayish clay - was now revealed to be metal. The complex itself was a massive, gray, featureless building. Empty boats stood docked and ready, platforms stood above the sea, and black lighthouses watched over the area. Intending to get a closer look, Samuel looked through his rifle's scope. Hmph.
"I think I see a few guards, not sure. They're in this odd, green armor. Do we continue driving, or go on foot? Not to repeat what happened last time, but this car isn't safe."
Samuel looked around him. "What the hell, old man?! Did you ever take a defensive driving course in your time as a taxi-man?" he shouted to Wen Li.
"Damn, they're everywhere! Where did they come from?!" Steven yelled, as the creatures continued alternating their strategy. Some attempted entry into the vulnerable back, some continues to try and penetrate the roof. No matter how many shots they took, they would persevere.
"Keep going, they won't last forever!" Samuel was forced to fire at point-blank range, as a creature nearly peered its head the vehicle.
"Fast, fast -" The man looked down the road, the building continuing to come closer. As Samuel worried about what would happen when they reached the building, he looked in horror as a massive wall of blue flames manifested itself in the distance.
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"You die!" shouted Samuel, responding to Blossom's statement, as the man continued to shoot at the beasts.
At once, one of the creatures maneuvered towards the back of the van. Taking advantage of the shattered glass, it trusted its mechanical arm through the back of the car, barely touching the backs of those in the passenger seats.
Samuel peered out the window, aiming his rifle at the strange creatures. While their agility caused him to miss several shots, he closely attempted to pinpoint what was their "vitals" - their flesh, or their mysterious mechanical implants.
Samuel examined the black van, removing shards of glass wherever possible. Knowing that it wouldn't be wise to remain stopped at the bridge, Samuel called out to everyone. "We need to get going, best not to be imm--"
A loud sound of shattering glass was heard, loud enough to contrast the sounds of the pleasant sea. The group perked up, unsure of the sound's source. Before Samuel could provide an audible reaction, a cacophony of inhuman screeches began to approach. An engine could be heard roaring in the distance. As Samuel nervously looked down the road - he could see a brigade of fully gray humanoids approaching.
"Now, car, go, hurry!"
As Samuel examined each tire - he saw a small gold-plated object ever so slightly pierced into one. Carefully, he removed it - holding it up. "Ha." As he looked at the islands of trees in the distance, Samuel threw the bullet over the bridge and into the waters.
Not wanting to drive a damaged car, Wen Li obliged. "Alright - but let's be quick about it." Stopping the acceleration, Li parked the damaged van near the green-tinted seawater. He unbuttoned his seat-belt, and stepped out into the empty road.
Samuel got out of the car, stretching his arms and keeping his weapon in his seat. Forced to situate himself within Silivia for protection - it was something unique as the smell of sea-salt flooded his nostrils. The statues at the end of the bridge loomed over him, as if they were the eyes of some god. He looked around the vehicle, carefully examining each tire.
Continuing to look at the building that awaited them, Samuel responded to Wen Li. "Bullet-hell rained down on us. Check the tires. There is a spare in the back, it is better to be safe than sorry."
"Perhaps we should stop, now." added Samuel. "Are you sure we're good to keep going?"
Wen Li nodded, his shaking hands continuing to steer the car. Let's hope this doesn't end badly..
The snipers continued to shoot - but now, their bullets were futile. Outranged by a moving target, their bullets could now only graze the back of the car - before eventually becoming inaudible to those inside.
"Hmph. Pathetic!" Both men threw down their rifles onto their small bay in annoyance, angered at their failure.
"Dammit - they're an interesting bunch. Heard they stole quite a bit from the corporation some time ago. Guns, money, jewelry, plans, androids, schematics - a vehicle. Terrorists. Who the hell are those people they are with?"
"Just . . doesn't matter. Fetch Operative 569. Schedule said she's passing today - give her something to do."
The other man nodded, taking out a silver tablet to contact a nearby friend.
"Bullet resistant." commented Samuel, unfazed by the situation unfolding. "Just keep driving for some time, then stop. They're immobile, certainly - we will out-range them soon and get our bearings."
"Well it looks they're getting fuckin' -"
"Shoot! Fucking do something, fuck!"
Eight rounds of high powered ammunition, a pause. Each man unloaded a repeated pattern of four sniper shots into the car - releasing a reign of bullets unto what they considered criminals. Unfortunately for the men and luckily for those in the car - they had not taken their chance to shoot from the front. They could now only aim from the back.
Melissa continued to plea, as the car swerved widely. Then, at once - the backseat windows of the van shattered, sending glass onto the road and into the car.
Wen Li chuckled from the front-seat. "Trust me, nobody is here." Wen Li's words settled in, slightly easing the tension. "Just a straight drive."
The two camouflaged snipers of Alchemilia sat high atop the bridge From their point-of-view, they eyed the road through their rifle scopes.
"Nobody is fucking here. What is the -"
"You complain about this daily." the other commented. "Focus and do your job. Look, something is passing now."
Annoyed, the man looked through the scope of his rifle, zooming into the mysterious black van that passed at a steady pace. A technological marvel, the man could make out quite a bit of the vehicle's interior.
"Never knew we hired soldiers that old." The invisible man carefully looked at the men in the front-seats. He briefly looked in the passenger seats. The other watched. "Where the hell is their uniform? Are they even old -" a revelation passed the man. He peered in closer, examining those in the vehicle. Familiar. he thought.
"Hey, take a look at this. Quickly, before we miss their faces." the man said, frantically.
"Never as much of a sight-seer, but let's see what esoteric nonsense you are going to show me." The man looked to his rifle disinterestedly, examining the passengers.
"What? I'm pretty sure we recruit as low as fift -" As the vehicle passed below them, he saw it. He saw what would grant him a large bounty, personal of Gabriel himself. There would be no need to tell his partner what was so interesting about the passengers - those informed of the actions of Melissa Devlin and Chris Wellington would recognize them anywhere.