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…𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣…

COYO7E DEN ACCESS… GRANTED! INITIALZING…

♯ [!!!]» Coded by tonik | 21+, MDNI; ♯ [!!!]» Multi[ship/verse/fandom] | OC/AU friendly; ♯ [!!!]» DDDNE likely, shenanigans definitely; ♯ [!!!]» ENTER? [ y / n ] >_

Silence reigned. All purposeful construction on his part. Noise dampeners built into the sonic weaponry hidden through out his frame muffled noise and kept his dark, angular frame hidden. It even scrambled some lower-tech security devices.

At close range, however, humans might hear the baritone hum. That's what he was always wary of. Humans. Organics that had proven smarter than the minuscule sizes of their brain cases would suggest. He'd been mildly surprised and even foiled by them before, so Soundwave took extra caution whenever he had to steal from these things.

Even from seemingly abandoned facilities like this one in the dead of night. Especially since the former occupants were the humans who had bested and mutilated Breakdown.

@hackxr sent:

“i don't like guns.” [ for robocop if you got the muse~ ]

PROMPTS FROM LEVERAGE: REDEMPTION

Under his visor his eyes turn to her, targeting systems tracking her carefully and making her a little more obvious to him than she otherwise might have been. Still, the mention of not liking guns is commendable, with the level of gun crime going around it's not the first time he's heard it. "A 9mm pistol is standard issue for all police officers who have passed the appropriate training. I am no exception." Even if his auto-9 was only considered standard for him, and not his fellow officers.

Still, Robocop was a weapon in of himself, even without the gun, but that's not something worth mentioning for now. For the sake of peace, the gun in his hand is spun down and placed back into the holster contained within his thigh. Murphy moves slightly to make it clear she wouldn't be allowed close.

Text to Sen: Happy Birthday !

Text to Sen: we'll go out and buy you a cake of your choice.

Meanwhile John's kitchen:

~. Across Two-Face and Harvey's shared body, a bitterness had begun forming in their throat. It streamed out into their nerves, out their limbs - so many questions needed answers stat.

But it had to wait.

"...Please come inside, yeah...?"

For Sen7inel to need Binary to remain unknowing about her predicament, it had to be bad. And with the instinct kicking in to protect her, they took her inside by an arm around her shoulder. As she came closer into view, the traces of the abuse she had endured became all the more detailed.

"We won't tell her, promise - ...Want to tell us about what happened? No judgement here."

There was a lingering feeling of dread that they were already aware of who was behind it - but Harvey didn't want to assume anything before Sen7inel would or wouldn't confirm it on her own.

It was up to her to open that can of worms in the end..~

@hackxr

Maybe they'd bitten off a bit more than they could chew... Serik would admit to this readily in retrospect, but in this very moment, he was far too busy trying to get them out of their predicament without-- you know, DYING -- that he wasn't really up for any sort of introspection.

"Shit--!" He ducked when a stray bullet almost ended its course in his head, and quickly found shelter behind the dashboard. He quickly tapped the comm at his ear, hissing into it. "Coyote! Dammit, you said you'd hold them off--! I can't get this goddamn thing started if you don'-- Fuck-- Jus' get 'em off my fuckin' ASS!!"

'Wait-- Dashboard?' Yes, dashboard. The dashboard to the frigging aircraft Serik had found in the hidden warehouse of their target as him and Sen were trying to escape. The aircraft that might well be their only chance to make it out of here alive after the plan went sideways.

It had gone well, at first. They'd infiltrated the place just fine, especially with Sen hacking the cameras and systems. And just like that, they'd managed to extract the data they needed.

It honestly seemed like they might make it out without raising the alarm, but a patrolling guard had chanced upon them and then--

Well, then they had to shift straight to plan D: just roll with it and hope for the best.

They'd been separated in the chase, with Sen having an idea and Serik stumbling into the hangar and--

"I think I can fly this thing!" he'd told Sen. "Just cover me--!"

And now, here he was, trying to get the aircraft started without the damn key, so that he could take it over and escape, all the while being besieged by armed guard trying to get him to back away from the vehicle.

He aimed and fired a few rounds from his handgun, trying to get the guys to back off. "C'mon, Coyote... Can't work on this thing an' defend myself, do somethin'--"