Brian sends out a breif message to the rest of the team.

"Anyone want to come pick me up?"

Mestre Villa, 01:15 Venice local time

*Cue opening riff of P.O.D's Boom in background*

A guard paces about the villa's front gate while his compatriot exits the guard shack with two fresh cups of coffee in his hands. From out of nowhere, a unmanned delivery truck careens towards their position at a redlined speed. Dropping the coffee in an "oh shit!" manner, the guard swings around his shoulder-slug SMG as his buddy does a header into the nearby hedges.

[color=red:e6780e5a95]BOOM! Here comes the BOOM! Ready or not....[/color]

Artis follows up the explosion with a round of suppressive fire from the Mustang. Pulling up to the gate, there is a (albeit tight) path through the blown-apart gateway. From the ponycar's windows, the two guards seem to have been completely shredded by the blast, one of which being smeared across the charred pavement.

Tearing through the debris, Artis & Co. speed up the villa's driveway where they are met with a contingent of badly-dressed gunman.

Two take the liberty of spraying the Mustang with small arms fire while the villa's main security forces (four total)rally around the front entrance. The ponycar's windshield is struck with an array of fire, some pistol rounds clustered with a few noticably heavier impacts.

*rat-atat-tat*

The Mustang's machineguns cut a swathe across the villa's front porch, pock-marking the marble columns and shredding a few of its guards in the process. Nearing the door, Goose guns the ponycar through the mansion's main portico, parking the Ford on/over what remained of the hometeam's forward echelon.

PORTICO'd!

(Edited by Dieter at 2:10 pm on July 23, 2004)

Popping up and out of the Mustang, Team Artis unleashes a volley of semi and automatic gunfire shooting...nay, assaulting the fascade with bullets.

Anything and everything that was standing nearby is cut to pieces. The area effectively cleared for the time being, Brian exits the Mustang and liberates a rifle from one of fallen guards.

Carla barely has enough time to loop the radio transmitter over her ear when Artis decides to go with Plan B...Blues Brothers Style.The Mustang's engine revs violently as Artis does a burn-out, accelerating inside the villa's expansive foyer.

Chatter comes over Carla's earpiece,

Bravo-1 to Alpha-1. Sir, there's a car driving through the main entry hall! Over?

*Cue Bond music*

"Er, copy that. A car? You've got to be fucking kidding me. Stop the fuckers. Tip a bookshelf, block the doors, shoot the tires, sing the engine a lullaby - I don't care, just make it stop. Don't let them get into the house proper."

The villa's hardwood floors cringe and crackle under the Mustang weight as it cruises through the spacious abode. Two men appear from either side of the back exit(?), peppering the car with automatic gunfire.

Bullets marring the windshield, the situation is further complicated by a plummeting armoire which crashes down on the Mustang's hood.

*CRASH*

The ponycar's front end sinks down about four inches as the furniture comes to rest on the car. The vehicle's armor-plating seems to have withstood the initial impact but there is the fact that there is now a 300lb piece of Italian oak inhibiting Artis view and advance.

Artis pulls the shift lever into reverse, gunning the car backward with the armoire slidding off with a pronounced thud onto the hardwood floor. Backpeddling out of emminent harm's way, he turns the wheel abruptly, spinning the Mustang a full 180 degrees.

Carla hears panicked shouts over the radio,

-The dumbfuck has turned himself around!
-Now what?!
-Is this guy fucking crazy???
-Waste him!!!

Muffled sounds of bullets ricocheting off the car's armored glass and body as it is pelting with a several full-auto bursts.

Brian takes partial cover behind an oak door, laying down a stream of suppressive fire as Carla and Ayumi exit the Mustang.

-Bravo 2. Shooter at the front door!

-Bravo 1. He's got us pinned downed at the back exit. Over?

-Bravo 3. I've got two exiting the vehicle. Taking a shot.

Carla leaves the car, slinging her SAW just as a line of bullets trace across armored door panel and into the stuccoed wall in beside her.

Carla assumes an advanced position, spraying the back doorway with a generous amount of cover fire while Ayumi moves up.

Alpha-1 to all Bravos. Listen good, I'll only say this once. Hold them back. No accounting for furniture or ammo use, blast them to hell. If I see any of you back here while those fuckers are still alive, I'll shoot you personally. Everybody got that?

The Bravos covering the back door disappear for a quick second, returning into view and Ayumi making for their position with both men firing a couple of bursts at her. Bravo-1 finds that after hastily reloading, he forgot to pull back the receiver on his SMG, which he does so now. Bravo-2 has better luck in his reload, stitching Ayumi in her leg.

She's still up, but will have to nurse the family of 9mm's in her thigh at some point.

Standing above the group on the raised walkway, Bravos 3 & 4 fire down at Carla's position. Bullets punch holes into her cover, raining shattered pieces of marble upon her. Bravo-4 spots Carla's open shoulder and takes aimed shot at it, putting a round right through her collarbone.

The pain is blinding for a half-second or so, but Carla's adrenaline wins out in the end.

Struggling to maintain her balance with the now-wounded leg, Ayumi dives through the back entrance, putting a several rounds into both men as she does so.
They appear to still be kicking, though the extent of their injuries is debatable through all the smoke and dust.

Behind cover and bleeding profusely from her shoulder, Carla bites her lip and comes out with SAW, putting down a heavy stream of fire on the two Bravos standing overhead. Bullets pummel the ironwork and stucco surrounding them, making for a difficult of returning fire for them.

The smell of burnt rubber on marble tile permeates the foyer with Artis spinning the Mustang 90-degrees and going parallel to the doorways.

Putting down the passenger-side window (just low enough to get off clean shots), Artis swings up his assault and fires at the bravos in fronts of him.

*brr-rap*

While not on-target, the sudden addition of uprange fire does make the bravos take cover.

"LET'S ROCK!"

Carla comes out from behind her cover, peppering the balcony with a full-auto salvo from her SAW. Bullets ring off the railing as they sail through the antique ironwork and into the bravos above.

Bravo-Three gets cut down at the knees, falling from the second floor with a ubiquitous aaayeaargh! sound. Bravo-Four takes a family of rifle rounds to the chest, dropping to the floor.

The upstairs secured, Brian takes aim at the Bravos guarding the back door. Anticipating their move, he sights in about 3/4 the way up from the floor and waits. Brian sees Bravo-Two stick himself out to check the situation and the poor bastard proceeds to take a grievous wound to the chest. Bravo-Two immediately recoils back in great pain.

In Carla's earpiece, she hears the good news.

-Bravo-One to Alpha One. Bravo Two is down! Repeat Bravo-Two is down! Bravos 3 & 4 took heavy fire. Over?

-Copy that, Bravo One. Hold your position and try to keep them down, I'm on my way to outflank them.

-Copy that. Be advised. I count two shooters plus one in a car and one right in front of me. Engaging closest tango.

Bravo One get up close and personal with Ayumi, bringing the butt end of his rifle down on her and smashing the akimboed asian across the face. The blow isn't enough to knock her out, but Ayumi will definitely be seeing stars for a while.

Head ringing painfully with cathedral-sized churchbells, Ayumi shakes off the attack, rolls back a bit and up onto one knee. Twirling her pistols in a dramatic fashion she puts two well-aimed bullets into her opponent, double tapping the poor bastard in the head and chest. The guard drops his attack stance, clinging to the neighboring wall for support.

He's not dead, but wishes he was.

Inside the villa...

Plaster and marble dust begins to settle from the pasting Carla gave to the upstairs bravos. Her earpiece squalks on to a new voice on the comm channel.

Bravo-Five to Alpha-One. What is your status, over. I spot one exiting the rear of the villa. Ready to fire, over?

-Alpha One to Bravo Five, still trying to find a way. You are green to shoot.

-Roger that, safeties off. Going hot.

-Don't plink. One shot, one kill, got that?

-We copy.

Goose spins the Mustang back around and proceeds slowly towards the back door. Ayumi takes refuge behind the makeshift APC as Artis drives down the large marble terrace and into the openness of the sprawling backyard of the villa.

Through the spiderwebbed windshield, Artis makes out an idling helicopter off in the distance (100m away). Ayumi scans the area for other Bravos, spotting the glint of a sniper scope as a round shreds through her chest cavity. She drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

-Bravo Five to Alpha One. Tango is down for the count. Over?

-Bravo Five, could you cover approach to the Tango?"

(laughing)

-Yeah, that should be no problem.

-Do your worst, I'm going to try and grab us a hostage.

-Roger that.

Inside the Villa, Carla hears the bad news as Brian comes to her aid, tearing his shirtsleeve and tying off her leg above the wound. The bleeding seems to have stopped for now, but Carla won't running any marathons today.

(Edited by Dieter at 10:17 am on Aug. 26, 2004)

Finishing off the field bandage on Carla, Brian stands up from his kneeling position, momentarily catching something flash by the rear doorway.

(Visualization: Artis is currently parked on the rear patio looking straight ahead at the chopper. At a distance of 20 meters on either side of the patio is are trees that run the length of the backyard all the way down to the chopper pad. Behind the foilage is the ironwork fencing that surrounds the perimeter of the villa.)

Inside the Mustang, Artis notices man in full assault gear rush up to the passenger-side of the car and hoist Ayumi's (!!!) half-dead body over his shoulder. The guard does an immediate about-face and heads toward the treeline.

"What the hell was that?!" Artis spits, before keying the electrified hull and moving to simply bump into the Ayumi-napper with the car...

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Quote: from admiralducksauce on 11:02 am on Aug. 27, 2004
"What the hell was that?!" Artis spits, before keying the electrified hull and moving to simply bump into the Ayumi-napper with the car...

The Mustang hums with the subtle hint of 10000 Volts coursing through its metallic skin. Jockeying the ponycar about and heading straight for Ayumi's would-be kidnapper, Artis attempts to shellack his bumper with the guard.

Ten-thousands volts and a confused guard later, Ayumi's captor is a bit frizzled by the experience by appears to have not been stopped by the sudden jolt.

Carla and Brian rush the backdoor, ready to hose any signs of opposition. They get about halfway to Goose's position when a bullet strikes Carla in the lower back and busts out around her sternum. Aching from her previous injuries, she goes down on one knee, coughing up blood as her spine spasms under the shock.

Instinctively, Brian spins around looking for the shooter and sees to Bravo perched up on the terra-cotta roof of the villa. He brings up his rifle and sends a round downrange, hitting one of them in the shoulder.

Off in the distance, Goose accesses that the helicopter appears to be nearing the final stages of take-off.

Ayumi's captor, perhaps knowing when the getting's good, drops her like a sack of potatoes and breaks into an all-out run for the waiting chopper.

Bullets continue to rain down from the snipers' positions. They seem to have changed their plan of attack, favoring a more suppressive role.