Breaking and Entering (Hobbs)

[David Cortes]

(OOC: This takes place a week after Dante "disappears")

David sighed heavily to himself as he placed his Mossberg 590A1 shotgun into the trunk of his Jeep along with his M4 Carbine. He looked over at Hobbs, then after she said she was ready hopped into the jeep and opened the garage, driving out into the city. Few words were spoken... Few needed to be. This was just another hunt, time kept moving on. Just because they were missing their lieutenant didn't mean they could rest...

The strange orange light of early dusk had begun to set on the city, reflecting off the walls of the skyscrapers and giving the city an almost unnatural glow to it. David, however, didn't really take any of that in at the moment. As he drove out of the safe house where they had prepared to move on the vampire coven that had been terrorizing this region for a while, his mind was barely on the road in front of him. It was on the fact that they were now short a critical part of the team. Dammit, why'd the fuck he run off? What the hell was he planning? David looked at his cell phone a second, then back at the road. He thought to himself. Fucking hell Stark... Why the fuck did you add me into all that and not give me a fucking clue as to what it was you needed me for? He sighed, again, looking out the window, then over at Hobbs.

"Did you bring the breaching charges, or are we busting in old school style?" David asked as he turned the car off the main road and into an alleyway. They were in the slums, there was no doubt about it. The fact that vampires would feed on the poor, downtrodden, and miserable made alot of sense actually. The police rarely came to this area, and at times it seemed the laws of the gangs were more powerful than the laws of the government. The only plus side to all that was there was less likely a possibility of police involvement here. After the zoo, David wasn't in a hurry to get into a shoot-out with cops (again.)

Hopping out of the car and putting on his typical smiley face jacket, he put his hat on backwards and tied a yellow bandanna covering the lower half of his face. Walking to the back and opening the trunk, he put his bandoleer of shotgun shells on and picked up his shotgun. He then checked his pistol and knife, and looked over at Hobbs.

"You going in with me or you gonna cover the exits with sniper fire?" He asked, pointing at the fire escape. "They're on the third floor, the window smack in the middle of the building. My intel says that there are only 3 of them in there, but it's also a month old. I doubt they've moved," (he could see the hand of a dead person in the garbage dumpster nearby) "but it's probable that they've added one or two. These vampires weren't known for their caution."

He looked at Hobbs one last time as he pumped his shotgun. "Come on, we've got a job to do."

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs had drawn her knees up to her chest on the passenger seat. She stared out of the Jeep window as Cortes drove, her hood drawn over her hair and her head resting against the cool window. Her breath caused a misty fug to creep across the glass, blurring the view of the world zooming past outside, but she barely saw the lamplit roads passing by as they drove. Cortes said nothing to her on the journey there, and Hobbs said nothing back. She was thankful for that, she didn’t want to engage in idle chit-chat just for the funsies at that present moment.

Hobbs turned her head slowly against the glass to stare at him sideways-on from behind the cover of her hood. She said nothing until he asked her how they were getting in.
"Dunno yet. Can’t tell unless I see what they’ve got locking it." Old-style keyholes, for example, could be cracked in a matter of moments with a set of lock picks. Keypads and codes and more advanced stuff would require her full attention. Either way, she hoped to get in without attracting attention, and she was prepared for every eventuality.

She lifted her head up as they turned into the alleyway, lowering her legs from the edge of the car seat before her. She waited until the Jeep was parked before clambering out and zipping up her hoodie, to keep herself warm whilst allowing her access to the many pockets of her leather jacket. Cortes went to get his arsenal together, but Hobbs generally operated lightweight unless specially preparing for something. A Glock with a lot of spare ammo and her usual explosives were generally all she needed on the average nest hit. She did take the time to stick a Swiss army knife in her pocket and a Ka-bar in her Doc Marten, wedged into her leg panels before she left the Compound.

"I’ll come with," Hobbs said, pulling out her thermal imaging glasses. She shook out the arms and slid them onto her face. They were handy should they encounter any civvies in there. You never know when Vampires are gonna keep live meat around.
She sniffed as she loaded her Glock with a magazine of UV rounds and listened to Cortes’ brief. "Remind me again, where’d you get the intel?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Cortes, waiting for him to lead the way. He seemed to know the most, after all.

[David Cortes]

"If I told ya you probably wouldn't believe me." David sighed as he placed his shotgun under his arm, looking up at the window. It appeared to be covered by drapes and halfway covered with metal shutters, so it was very possible that they did not know they were coming. He looked up at the sun, and estimated they had... Oh, roughly 25 minutes of sunlight left. Time to move quickly. "Let's just say an act of kindness goes a long way sometimes..."

Opening the door, he looked inside to see that here was no one in the apartment complex. At least, not in the stairwell. Good. David whispered as they walked in "Tell ya what, maybe I'll tell if you take off a month of the tab I'm paying." He chuckled lightly. It was his own damn fault he was too fucking cocky and lost the competition, and he had become rather painfully aware how much the little British Asian chick could drink. His wallet still hurt every time he pulled it out.

Raising his shotgun and pointing it up the stairwell, he moved silently, swiftly up the steps, constantly scanning for any civilians or hostiles. At the top, he peered into the hallway and checked the corners. So far all clear. Moving down, he leaned up on the wall next to the door and waited for Hobbs' assessment of the lock. If need be, he'd shoot the lock out if it called for that. He watched Hobbs and waited for her to give him the signal.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Wouldn’t believe him? Hobbs would believe an awful lot of things given the right reasoning. After all, they did hunt Werewolves and Vampires as a day job; the very creatures most were convinced didn’t exist. She tended to be pretty lenient with her beliefs these days, granted it all added up. If he started talking about zombies or aliens, though, then she’d probably go find herself a new hunting partner.

Hobbs went in after Cortes, turning her head at every step to peer into every shadowy crevice. Couldn’t be too careful with Vamps. The nasty little bloodsuckers had a habit of blindsiding you and coming out of fucking nowhere at you. At least wolves had the courtesy to come at you head-on. She gripped her Glock tightly, comforted by the knowledge that she had the power to unleash liquid sunlight into the bloodstream of any bastard who had the balls to jump her.

"One month off?" Hobbs murmured under her breath. "Make it two weeks and you’ve got a deal." She wasn’t sacrificing a whole months’ worth of free booze when she could probably just hack his shit and get the info anyway.

She went up the stairs sideways, covering their backs and she stared down the staircase behind them. Once they reached the top hallway she turned her back to the wall as Cortes checked the corners. Once they were safely in the clear, Hobbs put the safety on her Glock and stuck it down the back of her waistband, pulling out a lock picking kit. She peered into the keyhole, choosing the right tools for the job, slotted them into the keyhole, and began to mess around with the levers inside. After a few moments spent in silence, there was a small click as the lock slid back. Hobbs pulled out her tools and pocketed them again, pulling out her gun again. She straightened up and put her shoulder against the door frame as she silently motioned for Cortes to go in first.

[David Cortes]

"Deal." David whispered as they moved up the stairs. Two weeks? That was at least two hundred dollars saved right there. He came out winning in that agreement, because to be honest he'd probably have just spit it out the next time they went drinking. It still confounded him how that girl could match him drink or drink.

Grinning as he heard the lock come undone, he nodded as she stepped away from the door. Moving to position, he kicked open the door (which, really, wasn't as barricaded as you'd expect. Guess the vampires never thought there'd be anyone visiting) and shouted. "ON THE GROUND NOW!" What he saw was... disconcerting.

The room was dark, very dark, almost hard to see where it not for a dim light bulb hanging from the roof. The ground was covered with blood, smeared, pooled up, hastily wiped away, but it was covered with it. In the corner two fresh kills, most likely a couple that had been walking by at night, laid in the corner. He scanned the room, checking the corners first. It was a small apartment, with kitchen to the left, and two doors on the right that led to a bedroom and a bathroom. Both were closed. David pointed to one, then moved towards the other one, busting the door open.

There, on the bed, two vampires were in the process of scrambling out of their bed. Thinking quickly, David blasted one of them in the leg with his uv-shell filled shotgun, then cocked his shotgun and fired a second shell, eviscerating her head. One down.

As he turned to face the other one, the monster was upon him, tackling him onto the ground. David had stabbed the creature in the stomach with the bayonet of his shotgun, but it didn't seem to faze the man, as he continued to snarl and try to claw at David. Kneeing the man, David was able to get just enough leverage to get on top of his assailant, and used the bayonet to stab the beast in the heart repeatedly. He then pulled the bayonet out, charged another round and stabbed the man in the nose with the bayonet as he tried to come back up to bite David. He then fired, blowing the creature's brain's out all over the kitchen.

"That's... two.." He panted... "Where's three?" He huffed as he used his shotgun to get up, unaware of the two other vampires that had materialized nearby.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Cortes was in first, booting the door open in a way that Hobbs found painfully familiar. Pressing Stark’s absence from her mind, she was in second, covering Cortes’ ass. Her eyes trailed briefly across the dead couple but she said nothing, and her expression showed no emotion. She’d seen worse before. The smell, though, that was enough to knock a weaker person to their knees, but Hunters quickly grew accustomed to gore and decomposition.

Her eyes flashed to Cortes as he motioned to the two doors on their right. Cortes moved intot he bedroom as Hobbs booted the door of the bathroom open. There, inside, like a pretty little picture, was a Vampire guy sitting on the crapper. He was easy pickings; one bullet to the crotch and two to the head and he was down. He keeled over, slid onto the floor and collapsed, face down, onto the tiles, where the liquid UV seeped into his circulatory system and he frazzled from the inside out. He died with a crackling gurgle rising in his throat. Hobbs stood over him, firing another round into his head, just to make sure, then her eyes scanned the bathroom. All seemed normal. No class-A drugs were scattered in the sink and there were no dead bodies decomposing in the bath. Well...
Hobbs pushed back the shower curtain with the barrel of her Glock and peered into the bath area. All seemed well. Seemed almost like a normal household apart from the Vampires and the dead bodies in the other room. The place could do with a clean, but that was the least of anyone’s worried right now.

The sound of a second shotgun blast made Hobbs turn away from the shower and hurry from the bathroom. She ran into the bedroom, Glock cocked and ready, to find that two Vampires were right behind Cortes, and he didn’t seem to have realised. She took out one of the Vampires with a neat head shot smartly delivered to the eye socket, before turning to the other, but when she turned to aim at the other, she found that Cortes' head was blocking her aim.
She opened her mouth to say something when the Vampire made its move.

[David Cortes]

Panting heavily, he snapped out of the daze he was in immediately as Hobbs fired over his head and hit an incoming vampire square in the eye. Had he had time to say anything, he would have admired the shot, but time was not on his side at that moment. From the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure rushing up behind him. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his shotgun from the top and swung the butt stock at it. It grabbed it easily, and grinned a wicked grin as she pushed David onto the ground, baring her teeth and attempting to bite his neck. The rolled on the ground, Each trying to wrestle the shotgun from the other's hands, but it was clear no matter how hard David tried the woman vampire was clearly stronger. Finally, she gained the upper hand and straddled him, and began to try to force the bayonet of the shotgun into David's chest.

"Hobbs! Little help! This isn't what I normally envision when I think of the phrase 'Woman on top!'" David shouted, as the bayonet reached ever closer to piercing his chest. She tried to pull the trigger, only to hear a "click." Thank God I haven't reloaded. David thought as a heavy mental sigh of relief came over him. Using her confusion as to why the gun had not gone off to his advantage, he shifted his hip to knock her off balance, swat the bayonet from his chest, and headbutt the girl off him as he began to crawl away, reaching for his pistol.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs levelled her gun, steadied her breathing. The second Cortes moved out of the way, she was ready to fire. Instead, Cortes turned, still in her line of fire, and swung his shotgun at it. Not the way Hobbs would have chosen to use the weapon...
Hobbs then spent the next few seconds trying to aim around Cortes’ head, but she soon gave up with a sigh and lowered the gun. She couldn’t take a safe shot without risking blowing Cortes’ head off by accident. Instead she leaned against the door frame, crossed her ankles, and ejected the magazine of her Glock 17 to refill it with liquid UV bullets.

Cortes, meanwhile, was still rolling around on the ground with the Vampire, looking as though he were having fun. Hobbs popped the last few bullets into her handgun, loaded the magazine, pulled the slide back to chamber the first round.
Cortes was still having his wrestling match.
Hobbs picked a bit of food from between her back teeth.

Hobbs! Little help!

Hobbs sighed. She strode forwards as Cortes crawled away. The Vampire female moved to go after him but Hobbs swung her right leg out, and a limb of tungsten carbide and carbon fibre topped with a steel toe capped boot caught the Vampire in the temple. Hobbs stood over the half-dazed Vampire and calmly popped her one in the head.
Then another, just to make sure.
She turned to Cortes and raised an eyebrow. "You’re a big boy. I figured you could handle it yourself," Hobbs said. Apparently not. Why’d the tiny Chinese cripple have keep on saving her partner’s asses?

[David Cortes]

Cortes had already drawn his pistol and had it pointed at the vampire bitch when Hobbs lazily walked over placed her boot on the woman's face and swiftly popped a round into her skull. David lowered his pistol and sighed a sigh of relief, the holstered it and used his shotgun as a support to stand back up again. As he got to his feet, he pumped the shotgun an began to load a few rounds into it.

"Oh yes, tons of fun. I was hoping to get her number afterwards, invite her out to coffee." He replied as he looked at the dead body and shook his head. Crazy fucking bitch. He looked at Hobbs and sighed. "Thanks... I'd say I owe you one, but I'm still paying for the next five months worth of drinks..." He looked around the room and sighed. "Come on, let's see if there are any other lurking nasties in that room... I'll clear left, you clear right."

Going towards the room, he swept to the left and only saw a small closet. Opening it, he was glad to see nothing there except clothes, and a small safe. As soon as Hobbs gave the all clear, he pulled out the small safe and plopped it onto the desk.

"Hey, think you can get this open before we need to clear out?" David asked, pretty sure she could. It was a simple safe, with a small keypad and a key hole. Shouldn't be too hard.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs rolled her eyes as Cortes responded with thickly laid sarcasm. He was a fully grown man who couldn’t handle a single Vampire girl and relied on Hobbs of all people to save him. That didn’t bode too well for their hunting future together.
She moved from the room after him, branching off right to check out nooks and crannies for potential leech hidey holes. All she found, however, was a bowl of soggy cornflakes in blood. Fucking disgusting. Hobbs wrinkled her nose and kept looking, but found nothing of importance.

Hobbs turned to tell Cortes that her side was as squeaky clean as you could expect from a Vamp nest, and he asked her to crack open a safe. Hobbs safteyed her gun and put it away as she knelt before the safe to examine it. It was locked with a flat keyhole paired with a standard four-digit keypad. Easy enough. Shouldn’t cause her too much trouble.

"Yeah, gimme a sec." She pulled out her PDA and a small screwdriver from one of her numerous pockets. Popping the keypad off the front of the safe, she disconnected one of the wires at the back and plugged the PDA into its slot. Immediately the device began to run through a sequence of codes. It could have been done manually, of course, but in order to do that one had to sit at the safe door going through the sequences: zero, zero, zero, zero; zero, zero, zero, one; zero, zero, zero, two, etc. And who the hell had the time to try out ten thousand combinations when the PDA could do hundreds in a fraction of a second?

Leaving that to run, Hobbs pulled out her lock pick kit, and set to work tapping up the pins into the mechanism until they locked.
"So," she said as she worked. "You never said where you got the intel from." If he was trying to cheat her out of a few weeks of a paid bar tab, he wasn’t going to succeed.
The flat lock took her slightly longer than the mortice lock had, due to the fiddly nature of the keyhole itself, but she eventually had it. By which time her PDA had cracked the keypad code, so all she had to do was twist her tools in the lock so slide the bolt back, enter the code, and she was in.