| Subject: Scouting |
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Polly
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Date Posted: 10/ 9/13 5:52:52pm
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Ruger Moss
's message, "/|Kick It In the Sticks|\" on 10/ 8/13 9:36:37pm
Unlike Ruger, Polly had quite a bit of experience working as part of a hunter team. With Blue leading and Ruger naturally following, she felt completely at ease bringing up the rear. It would give her a chance to observe how Ruger handled himself. No matter what her instincts said, she never fully trusted someone's bark until she could see their bite. Her goggles were pulled up over her eyes before she disappeared into the cold darkness of the building.
Places like this were hell on Polly's senses. She'd never had a run in with a ghost before but her mind already whispered strange things, forbidden secrets, and truths that were never spoken when it had a whim to do so. There was so much noise in a place like this. Creaking wood, dripping water, scurrying, debris and litter, not to mention the wolf like howling of the wind and the occasional sinus aching crack of thunder. Polly could see what Ruger saw, but she could sense something more too.
The vampire had chosen this place for a reason. It was his nest. And Polly knew this in her gut; she could feel the old death coating this place like a grimy oil. It made her hair stand on end and her skin oversensitive, like she was very aware of how much she didn't want to touch anything.
It was the realization that they were walking through it's home turf that really raised the stakes for her. As they walked, Polly found herself using the enhanced vision of the goggles to map out possible escape routes, and cross referenced them with the data from the blue prints. It was strange to see a black and white image of what this place looked like before it was a condemned shit hole in the middle of no where.
The scuttling noise had Polly palming a throwing knife. When she saw it was just a rat it went right back into its spot and she moved on. She was pleased to see Ruger and Blue had excellent reactions times and neither of them had over reacted when it wasn't a threat. The more they walked on, the more she came to trust that she hadn't accidentally invited a rookie to his first rodeo. The ease with which he handled his weapon and navigated the debris with as little sound as possible tipped her off to just what caliber of hunter he was.
When their trail ended at the ruined stair case Polly actually groaned, out loud, at Rugar's reminder of the rope. "Seriously, it weighs like twenty-five pounds, but I end up needing it for fucking everything," she growled. His next statement had her smirking in amusement, but there was still an irritated little quirk to her eyebrows, "I'm afraid I left my teleporter at home with the rope," she joked. At least she could make fun of herself.
With a somewhat animalistic roll of her shoulders she stepped forward to examine the best route up. After adjusting her goggles to take in all the details hidden by the darkness she realized it was going to be difficult to find a way up that would accommodate both Ruger's weight and Blue's lack of thumbs. She was already putting on her gloves as she turned and walked around to see the walls from different angels. Metalic clinking could be heard as she pulled something from a square shaped pouch on her belt and fitted it over her newly gloved hands. She could see odd gouge marks in various places hidden by the silky darkness.
Ruger might be able to tell for sure, but she had an inkling the vampire had helped the staircase along to it's current pitiful state. If that was the case, she would guess it didn't matter which route up they took, it'd probably be similarly blocked. And if it wasn't, well, that was a bit more unsettling. When she laid traps, it was always the safe looking routes that had the biggest punch. Better to hop over the first obstacle like it wasn't something to sweat over.
Polly wasn't kidding about how often she felt like rope would have come in handy. It would have been really easy for her to make a quick pulley, but her need to stay as light and quick as possible often made her leave the heaviest, non-essential stuff in the SUV. With a quick glance, she checked over the straps she'd been tying over her wrists. "Well, at least it's not water damage." That would have raised the danger of what she was about to do to a threshold that might make her reconsider. As it was, once she got up there, she was gonna have to maneuver things around a bit before there was a proper path for the hunting duo at her back. "I have a feeling you're not gonna be too comfortable with what's about to happen."
If Ruger had any experience at all with cats he would have recognized the strange little crouch she eased into. Polly's body stilled almost entirely for a moment, her eyes locked on the exact spots she needed to kick off or grab hold of to get where she needed without falling and being impaled by debris. The only movement came from her hands, which were rubbing together, coating her gloves and fingers in climber's chalk from another pouch.
The statement and her posture where the only warning before she shot forward and kicked off a sturdy looking plank of wood. Her body stretched out as she made a swipe for a piece or railing that was still in tact. Having misjudge the distance just slightly her left hand was already grabbing hold of the 'necklace' she'd been wearing at the club. In actuality it was a high tech whip. Instead of catching the plank with her right hand, as she'd intended, she whiped up the silver cord, which wrapped around it several times. The momentum had her swinging above them towards the wall. She twisted her body so it carried her where she wanted to be, not too far away from the original plank and about fifteen feet up on an uneven ledge of rough stone. No matter how many times she pulled something off like that, it always made her think of Indiana Jones with a wry little smirk.
"Watch your eyes," she warned. She gave Ruger a few seconds to comply if he wished before fishing some of her sticky lights out of another pouch. They were about the size of glass marbles, but had caltrop spikes jutting out. They were a fairly useful failed invention that she'd re-purposed. Polly had wanted something that would stick to a vampire and pop UV light on impact, but she just couldn't get it to work that way. With a practiced movement she started whipping the sticky lights where she wanted them them to go. They burst into white blue light on impact and the placement was pretty obviously a trail, one that Blue would be able to make if Ruger lifted him over a few of the sheerer inclines. The ledge would require an intermediate level or dexterity and there was at least one break where Polly would have to bridge while they were making their way up, but that would have to be dealt with later. The biggest piece of the puzzle was how to get them up the 20ft to the ledge.
She manuvered around, climbing with the surety of experience. It was far less nerve wracking to her, dangling at odd angles, because she was just climbing up. It didn't really occur to her what the full picture looked like with those sharpened wooden points to cushion a potential fall. Her gloves made metallic scratching noises occasionally as she tried to find a better purchase on the wall. She went up about 35 ft before quietly making her way back down to the the original ledge she'd landed on.
"The section of banister up there is still pretty intact, but I think I can encourage it to come down and work as a stepping stone for you two. We can wedge some of the debris into the spokes ground level to keep it from moving while you're on it. Once you're on that ledge over there, it's not exactly a straight shot, but it should be safe enough. She was siting crouched, just barely in the light and her goggled vision was locked on Ruger, "We don't have to go up this way if you think it's too dangerous. There are a few other routes highlighted by the blue prints."
She wasn't in the mood to argue, whatever they did, she wanted to make the decisions together quickly. King Dummy was too high on her threat list tonight to risk loosing him for some local schmuck he'd picked up. The lead leech was was was making a big circle around the territory of the nightclub and the only reason for this she could find was that it gave him time to think and that couldn't be good for anyone. If he didn't wanna risk being a little vulnerable on this climb she would hop down and they could continue to scout out the ground floor.
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