[Start of the 3rd round]
Of the two remaining thugs behind Persephone, one is choking to death on his own blood, the result of having his nose driven into his face. The other shoves Persephone hard just after her gun barks, pushing her fully into the elevator. The thug stares in irritation as the doors shut in front of him with Persephone and what's left of his boss inside. He was gonna kill her! But if he had, with Eschenko dead, would he have gotten the bounty? Probably not. He shrugs, turns, and starts into the control room to kill that damn hacker instead.
The remains of Hung-Ke's old phone pathetically squawks out a short, warbling voice. The speaker has been shot, but the chronograph is still working.
Twenty seconds.
The two thugs in the control room already exchange a glance from behind their cover. "We've got 'em," one grates, and the other agrees, deespite the fact they're low on bullets. They move as one out from behind their cover. The one who shot Hung-Ke's phone starts across the room for the hacker, throwing a desk chair in his general direction as he comes. The chair goes wide. His partner, a taller and uglier man missing half an ear, does an impressive front roll to close the distance and comes up punching Quinn in the face with one meaty, tattooed fist. He brushes greasy hair out of his still watering eyes.
"You an old man," says the thug to Quinn in his thick Russian accent. "Look a little bit like Santa Claus. I'm gonna go to kids at American malls on Christmas and tell them I killed Santa, maybe show them picture of your head. What you think of that?" He feints again, circling Quinn slightly, and spits. "You got pistol. I got fists. I still gonna win."
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Persephone inflicted a massive 8 points of damage to Eschenko's head, which is now a bloody mess. She has also taken another 1 point of health from that Hand-to-Hand shove, and is separated from the rest of the group. Quinn takes a measly 2 points of Health from the fist to his face, and the thug is right in front of him. Hung-Ke got missed.
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Inside the elevator, the Russian equivalent of Muzak plays. Persephone looks down at Eschenko's remains. Her marksmanship was top-notch and she was at point-blank range, and the left side of his head is a bloody ruin. She feels her own wounds, knows that they only have seconds left to stop that warhead, reaches up to touch her earbud for a status report and --
Eschenko's one remaining eye snaps open.
"Cardiff." His voice is bubbling, strained. It looks like his inhalation requires a conscious effort.
"My Master spoke the truth. I smell you, Persephone. Perrr-Sephhh-Onnnn-eeee." He drawls each syllable out, tasting it.
"I smell your blood. I need it, I need you, I need it to recover. My master has plans for me." He stares at her with his one remaining eye, and she can see that it doesn't contain a single shred of sanity. She can also see that his eye teeth seems to have gotten much, much longer.
Brains dripping onto his impeccably tailored suit, Eschenko struggles to his feet.
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Remember when I said this was a game of super-spies vs vampires, but that we were playing it straight?
I lied.
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