Guns & Roses

Chapter 12: Serviceable Raid

[Deimos]

Deimos took a quick scan of the building to get an idea of what they would be dealing with. 'Medium-sized building, two guards out front and I'm assuming at-least one guarding from the inside...'
He let himself being estimating. Even if he had someone with him, he was still too used to all four of them ambushing, so taking precautions would be the best option. They ducked behind a large rock to keep out of sight for the time-being,
'Last thing we need is not having the upper-hand.'
He thought blankly, turning to Sheriff who'd been rather quiet for most of their trip. "Alright." Deimos began, trying to provide Sheriff with a coherent description of his tactic.

"Based off what we can see so far, I'm guessing there's around 50 or so guards in there, closer to 100 if we're unlucky." The Sheriff nodded, letting them know they were listening, he took a short breather, buying a little more time to describe his idea, before realising he'd overlooked a crucial detail.
"What sorta weapons do you use?" He practically blurted out, knowing their attacking method would need to vary depending on their answer. Sheriff thought about this for a second before answering,
"I'll usually use things like pistols.." they answered slowly.
'Shit.' Deimos thought, he sighed, knowing that this could easily complicate things.

"I can probably figure out how to use other things, though!" Sheriff added swiftly, probably due to the fact that Deimos had sighed after his original response.

He shifted himself to lean against the rock slightly, feeling a light relief in his legs.
'The hell happened to me?'
He wondered suddenly, realising that he'd gotten tired from a trip he would usually be able to do three times over. He shook the thought away, forcing himself to think of a way for them to breach the building, while suiting both of their fighting styles.  Somehow, nothing immediate was coming to mind, only managing to further fuel his frustration.
"We could always sleep for the night and think of something In the morning?" Sheriff suggested, Deimos wanted to immediately disagree, after-all this was somewhat time sensitive,
'Then again.. we can't really ambush if we're tripping over our own feet..'
Deimos grumbled in frustration, but slid down and sat against the rock,
"Fine." He answered, too tired to try arguing with anyone again. Sheriff crouched down and began leaning against the rock next to him, it seemed like they wanted to say something, but they never did. Either way, Deimos didn't really care, he just wanted to salvage whatever they could get and find their way back before either Hank or Sanford somehow manage to make their wounds worse. He let his eyes close, sitting there for a few uncomfortable hours before finally drifting off.

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                                  [Sheriff]

He looked back over to the presumably sleeping man, he'd been waiting hours for them to sleep, and based off their slowed breathing, it was easy to assume they'd finally fallen asleep. Sheriff pushed himself to his feet, careful to keep quiet in order to keep Deimos unaware of his actions. He snuck over to where the rock ended, peeking over to the building, the timing of everything that had happened was too perfect, which he knew would not happen again.

Sheriff considered his current options,
'If I turn them all in now, it should go fairly easy, especially considering the other two aren't in the proper condition for combat.'
He paused for a moment,
'Then again.. they have been doing this for years, not to mention those two would only expect this from me... and if I fail...'
A cold shiver crept up his spine, as he remembered the warning Auditor had given him as he walked out that door.

He focused back onto the building, from his own observation, the guess-work done by Deimos was surprisingly accurate. Only, Sheriff knew all the proper ways to tell if a building was heavily guarded or not. He focused on the metal plate hanging just above the door, squinting in order to read the details, 'DFL-M67.. so around 70ish guards... none too strong though..'
He considered all his options, finding himself unsure if his idea would work.
'No.. too risky, even if we call reinforcements, they'll take too long, the other two would get suspicious..'