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Just how far would you like to run
Date & Time: 9/10 + 1:30pm. Hottest time of the day in the desert. Enjoy.
Location: Cairo, Egypt
Characters: Chloe Frazer, Charlie Cutter
Summary: Get in, steal some ancient, sacred artifacts pertaining to the Book of the Dead and a couple of spare canopic jars, party hard and start some trouble.
Warnings: Extreme stupidity
When the swirl of dust from displacement settles along with the slight nausea rolling around at the lowest point of her stomach-- when Chloe shakes off the memory of exsilium under the heat of midday sun on her skin-- making the leap from future to past is routine enough these days that she skips the shock and awe, moving to give both herself and her surroundings a quick, efficient evaluation. They're not far off from the city (Cairo, according to the briefing) but the distance serves as a decent enough buffer as the pair get their bearings.
Better than being shoved feet-first into over crowded streets, in her opinion.
"Jesus, Charlie." She's halfway through patting down the almost too-taut fabric of her Initiative-donated linen dress by the time he finally grabs her attention. "You've got hair."
Location: Cairo, Egypt
Characters: Chloe Frazer, Charlie Cutter
Summary: Get in, steal some ancient, sacred artifacts pertaining to the Book of the Dead and a couple of spare canopic jars, party hard and start some trouble.
Warnings: Extreme stupidity
When the swirl of dust from displacement settles along with the slight nausea rolling around at the lowest point of her stomach-- when Chloe shakes off the memory of exsilium under the heat of midday sun on her skin-- making the leap from future to past is routine enough these days that she skips the shock and awe, moving to give both herself and her surroundings a quick, efficient evaluation. They're not far off from the city (Cairo, according to the briefing) but the distance serves as a decent enough buffer as the pair get their bearings.
Better than being shoved feet-first into over crowded streets, in her opinion.
"Jesus, Charlie." She's halfway through patting down the almost too-taut fabric of her Initiative-donated linen dress by the time he finally grabs her attention. "You've got hair."
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delightful me 2
It's not exactly an elegant plan, but it's better than this.
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That she concedes a moment later-- one low, even exhale as her fingers curl about the slender neck of a nearby decorative pot before shattering it against the wall beside her-- is just as inevitable.
"Have at it, Rambo." Bloody madman.
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Which is when Charlie grabs him in a choke hold from behind, clamping a broad hand over his nose and mouth and squeezing the man's neck into the crook of his elbow despite the bucking and clawing at his forearms. He holds steady as the man struggles, jaw set and clenched, until the priest - surely he must be that - goes quiet and starts to sag. It's only then that Charlie loosens his grip so the bloke won't black out on them.
"See?" He throws Chloe a grin over the limp man's shoulder. "Nothing to it."
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Still, that's not what Charlie gets to hear.
"Darling I'm not going to applaud you for putting the keys in the ignition. Start driving, then we'll talk. "
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Not surprisingly, it's met with a bit of struggle - though Charlie squashes that quickly enough, clamping his hand tighter over his mouth and nose again.
"Easy there. I just want you to look something up for me, isn't that right darling?" Charlie throws Chloe a sidelong glance, wheeling the man around so he can get a proper look at her as well. "And then the lovely lady and I'll be out of your hair. So point out where you've got Amenhotep's scroll quick as you can, eh?"
He's self aware enough to know that the whole thing is comedic as anything. He's got a bloody Egyptian priest under his arm, struggling against his grip and then cow towing the moment he closes the angle of his elbow or tightens his fingers. It's a train wreck waiting to happen. Nonetheless after a terse moment of consideration, the man in his grip starts to shuffle in the direction of one of the shelving units.
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Or whatever the Egyptians do to heretical criminals in this era.
The direction's enough of a hint for Chloe to jump in on her end, digging through the unit's contents with little in the way of care or concern. She doesn't hold any contempt for the mess of scrolls she's currently pawing through, but they've a priest by the throat in the middle of the archives: the less time wasted, the better. And by the time the heap of not-targets is a few inches high, she finally manages to uncover the carefully wrapped bundle of words that they were sent here to erase completely.
"Jackpot." Said to no one but herself, because-- without giving Charlie a second to reconsider their primary objective-- Chloe tosses the text atop the nearest smoldering brazier. "Job well done, congratulations and so on and so forth-- let's go." The urgency in her tone? Practically palpable. Good thing they stocked up on treasure before hitting the books.
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Which quickly dissolves as the priest starts on the very first note of shouting an alarm. Charlie quickly tightens his arm back round his neck, clapping his hand soundly down over the man's mouth to smother the sound. "Shit." A solid strike to the side of the priest's head is enough for him to go limp. Charlie dumps him rather unceremoniously to the floor.
"Yeah alright, going."
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"Oh lovely." Exit blocked by two armed guards, high stone walls without handholds to climb and a dead end behind them. Déjà vu just isn't the term for it. And in the lead from her earlier stunt, Chloe's quick to stop herself from getting any closer to those very dangerous looking blades. "What's the time, Charlie?"
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The question isn't what he's expecting - as if he was anticipating one at all. "Seriously? Pardon the pun, but I don't think this is the time." They've got bloody swords leveled at them, thank you very much.
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If she even notices, it's not acknowledged.
"Oh for god's sake-- the time, Charlie: how much time do we have left before the Initiative yanks us out of this mess?"
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He closes his hand more firmly at her shoulder, dragging her back a half pace from the approaching guards. There has to be a back exit from this place - or somewhere they can loose the bastards and then loop back round.
Gosh!!!
And then it hits her. Has her rummaging through the contents of the satchel she'd brought in with them before pulling one of the empty canopic jars free. There's a brief moment where the look on the guard's faces mirrors the old priest when he'd watched the scroll go up in flames, and Chloe (thank you years of practice scraping through the tightest of spots) leaps upon that chance like it's the only shot they've got left. "One step closer and..." and she can't for the life of her remember a single Egyptian name.
Shit. Charlie, a little help?
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"Abubakar. We'll splatter his brains."
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Chloe starts edging in around them to aim for the exit. "Right, you two. Not a muscle."
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Strafing sideways, he moves along with her toward the exit. They just have to get the guards turned around, take a few feet and they'll have a clear path to the gates and their escape into the tangled mess that is Cairo itself. Though give them ten, fifteen minutes and they'll be home free regardless.
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Chloe keeps her hand steady as she goes along, strafing her way over towards the archway leading to the outer corridor they'd used to drop in initially. Bit of a task when she has to hold their eyesight and manage not to crash into the nearest wall, but manage she does-- at least until the edge of her wrist catches against the arch's edge, popping the top right off the jar and leaving its insides (or lack thereof) exposed.
"Bollocks." she breathes, just before turning on her heel and giving Charlie a surprisingly solid shove forward to help the heavy bastard along. "Go, go, go--!"
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The weapon gets dropped and they're left with a relatively clear path to the rope leading up and over the wall. Charlie snags the short sword from the ground, adrenaline pounding in his ears.
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But there's a clear path ahead and clear, livid shouting close behind, and Chloe doesn't have the luxury of time enough to stop and applaud his efforts. Heart pounding in her throat, satchel fabric tearing into her shoulder from friction, she makes for the tethered line-- sets to clawing her way out of this bloody mess. Getting it done quickly means Charlie stands a better chance of returning to Exsilium in one piece.
Best priority to keep, in her opinion.
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So yeah, faster is better seeing as those guards are closing in fast, flanked by a few priests clearly bewildered and curious about the noise. If they don't get out of this soon, there'll doubtless be people waiting for them on the far side of the wall as well.
So he can't very well fight with the sword, but the moment she's far enough up the rope Charlie certainly throws it at the approaching guards. It doesn't do any damage save to slow them down by a few paces, but it gives him the opportunity to snatch the rope by both hands and haul himself up: scrambling madly up the side of the wall and chanting "Shit, shit, shit," as he goes.
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Chloe twists about on the wall's edge once she clambers up across it, hands clamping back down over the rope and offering up as much support for the massive bulk that is Charlie Cutter. If neither of them are careful about it-- especially given how quickly he's going-- the cord could fracture from stress and strain in a matter of seconds. He's a good distance up before she remembers the oncoming guards have hands as well.
"Oi, drag it as you go, mate! The rope!" Which isn't all that helpful of an instruction, but give her a break, she's trying to help raise a man twice her size.
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And then he's continuing his climb as quickly as he can in a sloppy tangle of rope and thrashing limbs until he reaches the edge and can haul himself to the top of the wall. "Well this is going well," he pants, flinging the rope down to the other side.
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Or maybe that's just when Nate's involved. Hard to be sure.
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Charlie swears very gently (and under his breath where she likely won't hear it). Once Chloe's got her feet on the ground, he follows her lead and descends quickly down the rope to the far side of the wall.
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In the seconds that it takes for him to shimmy down out into the open streets, she's already pacing between alleyways, scanning for a route cluttered with enough rubbish to make tracking them a painful-- or at least trying-- process. Not that it matters much so long as they're in the clear within the next five minutes or so.
She has her hand on the edge of a nearby wall that darts off into a sidestreet completely devoid of light, fingers tapping out an impatient beat at the faint glow of rapidly approaching torches. Come on, come on.
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