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Background RP - Reynard - Part 5

More Than He Can Chew: Reynard’s Story

Part 5:Escape from the Arachne Web

The bounty hunter backs up and thinks for a second or two. An idea glimmers in his mind a moment later. Removing his sole pistol from its holster, he fixes it to his left hand, before shrugging the trenchcoat down enough to cover his hand completely, pushing the open sleeve down, to grip in his hidden palm so that there is no crevasse. Pushing open the door just slightly, he sticks his covered hand through the crack, quickly swiping it across the lights, before kicking the door open, and flattening against the wall adjacent to the door. This tactic seems to go off without a hitch. The lights are on, and the door is open, but there is no other sound, save for another hiss.

Reynar nods to himself. Generally, if there was anyone else In the room, there would have been some shifting, a gun's hammer lowering, a misfire, something. Okay, so at least there's no gunman.. Crossing the hall to find himself against the other wall, back presses to it, as he inches, peering through the doorway, gun in hand.

At first, everything seems normal. But then it's clear that here and there on the floor, the bed, the TV and dresser, there are spiders. Big hairy tarantuala-sized spiders. The area is not covered with them though: there are probably not more than twenty.

Reynard stares. "Fuck me." He lifts a hand, rubbing his forehead. "Delightful." Absently, he wonders exactly what he's going to do. The Arachne obviously know where I'm at, now. Hmm. How to take out these beasties. Fire extinguisher foam? There's one at the end of the hall... His hand shifts in to brush the splat grenade, and he smiles. That's the ticket. The blast should grab the majority of them. Perhaps even smother them.

Reynard lobs the splat grenade into the room. A couple spiders hiss and rear back as it lands, and then, seconds later, the grenades explodes. When the dust clears, the grenades's polyresin covers much of the room, including what looks like all the spiders, which struggle and hiss under the liquid plastic as it hardens.

Nodding to himself, Reynard walks down the hall, gun in hand incase any more agents are near by. Noting, after a glance, that there's a fire extinguisher near the stairs. But, that's not what he's looking to get: beside the firehose, there's an axe. He pauses, and inspects the box, wondering that if he shattered the glass, it would set off an alarm. The box itself doesn't seem to give any hints: there is a handle, so one doesn't need to break the glass to get the axe.

Reynard nods to himself, after mulling it over a second. Yanking the box open, he takes up the axe inside, and starts towards his room. He approaches his room with caution. First crosses the threshhold with the axe at a raised point, eyeing over the floor, the walls, the ceiling around the door. No telling where the eight legged monsters may be sitting. But, there do not appear to be any spiders lying in wait, and no webs either. But then, Reynard recalls, spiders that large are not usually web-spinners. As he edges in, the spiders all seem to be on the floor or atop furniture.

Reynard nods to himself. Still, keeping a wary eye on the ceiling and walls, as they likely could scurry up them and jump, jungle spiders do it often, he moves towards the nearest ones. Using the axe like a giant fly swatter, he sweeps it down at the nearest one, intent on crushing it while the fluid keeps it trapped. The spider makes a small cry, but trapped as it is, it doesn't take long for the axe to kill the arachnid.

Reynard stiffens, then, as he considers that he hasn't checked the bathroom either. He backtracks. Eyes wary on the door and the bathroom, he closes, and locks his room door, then pushes the bathroom door slowly open with the axe head, gun ready. But the bathroom is empty.

Reynard nods to himself, and closes the door again. He returns to the pinned arachnids, and begins crushing them with the axe. Or, in the cases of furniture, using the axe's hook to simply pierce the head until they stop squirming. As the bounty-hunter kills his fourth spider, his ears hone in on a very recognible sound, as quiet as it is. The sound of a bullet being jacked into a chamber. Somewhere behind him, outside the room.

Reynard perks his ears, and turns towards the sound. Darting over without a sound, he cracks open the bathroom door, the hunter nearly bounces to the wall, to press his back to it. The axe in his right hand lifted up, while the gun resting comfortably in his left. Back pressed, he waits. Suddenly, there is the sound of a shotgun going off, shooting through the door three times in succession. Then the door is successfully kicked open, and the shotgun is fired again. As the quiet returns, a female voice says, "What the fuck?" The next footfalls seem to imply she is walking into the room...

Reynard's fingers tense. Both on the gun, and the axe. He's waiting, with legs ready. If the gunwoman comes into view, that axe is dropping. However, what he's hoping for, is that she'll check the bathroom... in which case, he'd roll to press chest to the wall, left hand out to fire. The footfalls stops, and the bathroom door is kicked open, the rifle twice more.

Reynard turns over, quickly, chest hitting the edge of the wall, as his gun and eye shift to spot the shooter, firing even as he looks to aim. The woman comes into view: a brunette in a...fur coat? yes, a fur coat, holding what looks like a pump-action shotgun. Reynard's Glock speaks, and the woman cries out as she is nearly spun around by the hit to her left arm, the wretched sound of metal plowing through flesh and bone loud and sick.

The woman backs up, not saying a word except dropping her rifle as her left arm hangs limpy at her side...she pulls a pistol as she looks at Reynard with hate... Frowning, he lifts his gun, letting it speak once more. "The service in this hotel is quite dreadful."

The woman actually manages to dodge to one side, the bullet tearing a piece of fur off the shoulder of her coat...she appears to be wearing a silvery bodysuit underneath. She returns fire, and the bullet skips in, and hits him beneath the collarbone. Fortunately, the spidersilk inlaying his trenchcoat takes the brunt of the hit, but it still stings like hell. Grunting, playing up the wound more then it is, he fires back, before pulling behind the wall for cover. The woman tries to dodge to the side, but fails once more due to the thin hall she stands in, and there is a loud ripping noise. Parallel to the wall, she tries to shoot Reynard again. The bullet goes wide, however, as it appears her aim was taken off from the hit she took.

Reynard grins at that ripping...he knows what that sound might mean. He fires again, but the bullet hits the woman in the right arm instead,and she jerks back as she hisses in pain. Suddenly, she looks scared, and starts backing towards the door...and then turns and flees into the hall. Dropping the axe, Reynard follows in hot pursuit. As he comes into the hall, the woman is running away from the elevators, the coat dropped behind her as she flees, presumably towards the stairwell. Reynard's gun hand raises, bracing with his other hand, and fires towards the would-be assassin's leg.

The woman cries out as she is hit in the back of her upper thigh. She spins, trying to fire back. But once more, however, the previous hit ruins her aim, and it goes into the far wall as Reynard dodges back into the room. He jumps back out then and charges towards her with a purpose, once more the gun coming up. "Drop it, or you'll have a new facial piercing."

Suddenly, a door at the far end slams open, and someone comes out...and it's another woman with a gun. "Down!" she shouts, and fires at Reynard. The bullet whips by, Reynard reacting just a hair too slow from the surprise attack, and the bullet tears into the fabric of his coat, ripping open his right sleve, ruining the Spidersilk coating. Reynard, swearing venomously, continues on toward the crippled woman, and the stairwell. "Call her off," He snarls, leveling the barrel on the downed woman, "Call her off." The woman spits at him. "Death to the Spider's Prey!"

Reynard responds with his gun, and the woman cries out as bullet rips through her thigh, practically crippling that leg. "Let's see the Spider crawl along her web now." The woman clutches her leg, trying to stem the flow of blood welling out from the wound.

Reynard keeps the pistol pointed down at the crippled woman, but watches the second woman. "Now, you can try and get me, by yourself, while she'll grow cold, or you can say that the lowely male ran like a coward." The woman's eyes fill with uncertaincy, her gun trembling in her hands. She doesn't looks as sure of herself as the woman on the ground... but the one on the ground is currently in too much pain to be defiant. "You won't kill her?" she says plaintively.

Reynard's fingers tighten on the handle. "A caged animal does what it has to do to get out of the corner." He levels the pistol at the top of the downed woman's head, while staring at the uncertain woman. "Are you going to corner me?" The woman looks between Reynard and the brunette on the ground...and she drops the gun. "Go. Just go." she whines.

Reynard nods once, and lowers his gun. "Get her to a hospital. She'll likely be able to use the leg. But if your face appears in my room before I pack out, expect it to be shot." With that, he turns back, and runs towards his room. Fortuantely, he generally leaves his things packed, in case of such occasions as this. When he comes out, the women are gone, and only a puddle of blood, with drops trailing to the stairwell, indicates their passage.

"Good, then." He briskly moves to the elevator, and punches the button, one hand in his jacket with the pistol. He's not getting jumped again. Then he notes that two elevators look like they are actually already on the way up...and from the very faint sound of sirens he can pick up, they're likely police. "Bloody hell." Reynard turns darts into the stairwell, planning on running down...but the second he gets in, he hears the sound of people coming up in a hurry. Hesitating but a second, he darts upward several floors once again, the bounty hunter manages to do this quietly, but he is breathing hard when he comes out on the 14th floor. Below him, there is the sound of a door slamming open.

Pulling himself into the quiet elevator hall, Reynard leisurely holsters his gun, and moves to the elevator, punching the button. It takes several seconds more, but the elevator eventually stops at his floor. Reynard gets in and punches the lobby, and relaxing for a moment against the back of the elevator. When the doors open again, the sights and sounds of anarchy fill Reynard's vison. There are cops everywhere, securing the front door, and speaking with hotel staff. Reynard slips out of the elevator, and sneaks down a side corridor, eventually making his way to a separate exit...the fire alarm sounds when he pushes open the door, but amid the rest of the chaos, it doesn't seem to attract much further attention. Outside, there are several cruisers with lights flashing out front, but they are not blocking the exit onto Storrow Drive

Reynard quickly finds his bike, and heads out onto Storrow Drive. He knows a little of the area, so he first circles around a bit, making sure he isn't followed. After about fifteen minutes of this, he feels relatively secure, and stops at a gas station to inquire after another hotel. Following directions, he finds a Super 8 hotel not far away in Watertown. It's seedy, but they accept cash and no questions. Reynard, quite paranoid at this point gives a false name and pays in cash, before settling into the hotel room. As he sits at the edge of his bed, he considers the events of the past thirty-six hours. He pithily summarizes his conclusion:

"This is totally fucked up."

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