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moonshadows) wrote2013-01-28 12:43 pm
moonshadows) wrote2013-01-28 12:43 pm
Stealth soles
A week after what could generously be called my first mission, even though I was just there to be tested, Reaper comes in and goes straight up the stairs and over to Widowmaker's room.
Knock, knock, knock. "Widowmaker! Mission!"
I open a small screen to watch the camera in her room, and the change in Widowmaker is...electric. It's like those two words have activated her and she goes from staring blankly at nothing to practically purring with anticipation. When she grabs a specialized sniper rifle and helmet from their rack, it's with a quicksilver fluidity and she keeps pace easily with Reaper as he flows down to the door and out.
So, there's life in her after all. Very interesting, and absolutely something to keep in mind. But right now I have something else to occupy my attention.
The Talon base we're in seems to be, among other things, the place where failed prototypes get sent to be forgotten. This means the various warehouses are a smorgasbord of undiscovered treasures sent into exile for the crime of their creators not being able to think outside the box. And speaking of boxes, now that what passes for my adult supervision is out of the area, it's time for me to break into one. There's an entire box of "impact/noise absorption boots" that I'm itching to try out.
Whatever the mission is, it's far enough away that I have time to not only liberate a pair of boots in something close enough to my size, but rip the soles off and shape them better and attach them to something more...flexible. Afterwards, of course, I have to give them a test run. A literal test run, sprinting stealthed around the base, dodging Talon mooks and flinging myself off the walls instead of slowing down for corners. No one seems to hear me coming. That's good as far as it goes, but keeping the soles lined up with my soles is slightly problematic. Still, they're better than my other options, so they'll do for the time being.
While I'm waiting for my gang boss and the on-and-off sniper, I send an encrypted request to my sponsor. The schematic of the material is attached. In two weeks, maybe three, I should be getting a package with an improved version of stealth soles.
The outside camera warms me when Reaper and the startlingly alert Widowmaker approach, and I close all my screens and go invisible before they can open it. Widowmaker loses all animation the instant she crosses the threshold and returns to her room like the zombie I'm more used to her being. Reaper stands in the middle of the room and watches her go, stretching idly like he's working kinks out, but clearly irritated and bleeding wisps of smoke from the backs of his shoulders. Not trying to sneak, I walk up and stand right in front of him, breath held. No reaction, excellent. I drop stealth and press one finger against the nose (beak?) of his mask.
"Boop!"
The instant my finger leaves the mask, I stealth again and dash a bit away so I can see Reaper's reaction, and boy am I glad I stealthed. He's doing a damn good job of covering the entire room at once, spinning and pointing and spinning again, with black smoke boiling off his head and shoulders and my name echoing off the walls in a furious bellow. If the room had been filled with three dozen enemies, I have no doubt he would have been able to shoot them all in seconds.
Well, this is proof that the stealth soles work. If he'd had any idea where I went, I'm pretty certain he would have emptied both of those huge guns in my direction.
Knock, knock, knock. "Widowmaker! Mission!"
I open a small screen to watch the camera in her room, and the change in Widowmaker is...electric. It's like those two words have activated her and she goes from staring blankly at nothing to practically purring with anticipation. When she grabs a specialized sniper rifle and helmet from their rack, it's with a quicksilver fluidity and she keeps pace easily with Reaper as he flows down to the door and out.
So, there's life in her after all. Very interesting, and absolutely something to keep in mind. But right now I have something else to occupy my attention.
The Talon base we're in seems to be, among other things, the place where failed prototypes get sent to be forgotten. This means the various warehouses are a smorgasbord of undiscovered treasures sent into exile for the crime of their creators not being able to think outside the box. And speaking of boxes, now that what passes for my adult supervision is out of the area, it's time for me to break into one. There's an entire box of "impact/noise absorption boots" that I'm itching to try out.
Whatever the mission is, it's far enough away that I have time to not only liberate a pair of boots in something close enough to my size, but rip the soles off and shape them better and attach them to something more...flexible. Afterwards, of course, I have to give them a test run. A literal test run, sprinting stealthed around the base, dodging Talon mooks and flinging myself off the walls instead of slowing down for corners. No one seems to hear me coming. That's good as far as it goes, but keeping the soles lined up with my soles is slightly problematic. Still, they're better than my other options, so they'll do for the time being.
While I'm waiting for my gang boss and the on-and-off sniper, I send an encrypted request to my sponsor. The schematic of the material is attached. In two weeks, maybe three, I should be getting a package with an improved version of stealth soles.
The outside camera warms me when Reaper and the startlingly alert Widowmaker approach, and I close all my screens and go invisible before they can open it. Widowmaker loses all animation the instant she crosses the threshold and returns to her room like the zombie I'm more used to her being. Reaper stands in the middle of the room and watches her go, stretching idly like he's working kinks out, but clearly irritated and bleeding wisps of smoke from the backs of his shoulders. Not trying to sneak, I walk up and stand right in front of him, breath held. No reaction, excellent. I drop stealth and press one finger against the nose (beak?) of his mask.
"Boop!"
The instant my finger leaves the mask, I stealth again and dash a bit away so I can see Reaper's reaction, and boy am I glad I stealthed. He's doing a damn good job of covering the entire room at once, spinning and pointing and spinning again, with black smoke boiling off his head and shoulders and my name echoing off the walls in a furious bellow. If the room had been filled with three dozen enemies, I have no doubt he would have been able to shoot them all in seconds.
Well, this is proof that the stealth soles work. If he'd had any idea where I went, I'm pretty certain he would have emptied both of those huge guns in my direction.