Enemy of My Enemy II (Playing with Hellfire)

[vanessa]

Shaw Industries, one of the world's largest and most profitable companies, not to mention the perfect front and capital builder for one of the oldest and most secretive societies ever to exist, the Hellfire Club. True that many powerful and rich families belonged to the Hellfire Club, but that was just the face which only the influential socialites saw as they came and went from their private little clubhouse. The real Hellfire Club was only known to a few, a very select and hand chosen few, who mainly consisted of mutants, used their power and influence to shift world events and politics in their favor in nefarious scheme after scheme in order take complete control of the world. The Hellfire Club was ran by a tight inner circle, all whom were referred to as chess pieces so to keep their identities a secret from the other lesser members. At the head of this particular branch of the Hellfire Club, was Sebastian Shaw, billionaire and self made man who had a lust for power and a desire to make everything his. This man, or mutant rather, was the brains behind every little thing which the Hellfire Club did, or at least he usually was seeing as how his White Queen, one Emma Frost, kept going around behind his back and pursuing her own goals.

Emma's latest venture, the attempted mind control of every party goer at a Halloween party hosted by the Hellfire Club itself, had failed miserably, jeopardizing years and decades of carefully laid plans and alliances. This sort of blatant disregard for Sebastian's rules had seen miss Frost stripped of her status and banished from the club....forever, not to mention the price put on her head by the Club itself. However, Emma's reputation as one of the world's leading psychics and her uncanny ability to turn her body into diamond, thus leaving her almost invulnerable, had kept most mercs and assassins away.....all save one, Vanessa Madison. Vanessa was the Hellfire's personal assassin and champion, often doubling as a bodyguard for Sebastian himself.

The power and influence that the Hellfire Club exerted upon the world was one of the reasons why a secret team of highly trained militants, known as Strikeback, had targeted the elite and secretive club. Sebastian, of course, had already known about the secret military group, having loaned a great deal of funding to its sizable bank roll. Sure, Sebastian was a mutant, but the roll he played was that of a wealthy human who hated mutants, thus giving him an edge over his enemies, both human and mutant. You see, Sebastian was able to keep a thumb on mutant hating groups by funding them and if need be, he could use them to quell and squash any mutant force who sought to foil his plans....say a group such as the X-men.

The top floor of Shaw Industries was Sebastian's personal living area almost. From here he could run his entire global empire and oversee every pet project going on within the building itself. The top ten floors of the sixty-six floored building were only accessible by a special high clearance elevator and by a highly guarded and electronically sealed entrance on the roof. Several labs and testing rooms were located underneath Sebastian's penthouse, along with one of the club's main meeting halls.

From behind a large oval shaped black oak desk, Sebastian sat watching a wall of monitors, smiling as he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. On the screens, several black SUV's and other cars could be seen pulling up and surrounding the building. The roof mounted camera's showed two helicopters circling the roof, trying to prevent an escape by air. All of these precautions however would prove futile, as was evident by the smile on Sebastian's face. "So, biting the hand that feeds you eh?," Sebastian said, as his smile faded and a frown appeared, "Ingrates," he said as turned his head slowly to look at Vanessa as she entered the room, dressed in a black leather combat suit, armed with several small firearms and knives. "The security team will meet them first, you are to conduct the counter strike and keep the top floors safe, along with me and the remaining inner circle," he said calmly to Vanessa, narrowing his eyes. Vanessa merely smiled and nodded in return, she knew the drill, defend till her death...or face a worse punishment later on.

[Rand O'Neill]

(Not quite sure where you want me to go with this, but okay)

From a window on the fifty-seventh floor, the man watched. He was alone in his dimly lit quarters, one of his many 'homes'. The man crossed his arms just underneath his chest as several large vehicles pulled into view. As he listened, the sound of helicopters met his ears from somewhere above. A smile played on the man's mutant's lips as car doors opened and closed, and what looked to be soldiers emptied the vehicles in short order.

Alarms began to go off on the lower levels, signaling that the soldiers had already entered the building. Turning away from the large window and it's spectacular view of the city, the mutant by the name of Black Rook grabbed a coat (green with golden embroidery) and donned it, buttoning it up as he walked out of his small apartment. He was sure that Sebastian had noticed the intrusion by the militants, but nevertheless he decided to head up to the Black King's penthouse.

He came to an elevator and almost entered it, but something told him to take the stairs. Following his instincts, he passed the elevator and headed further down the lavishly decorated hallway to the stairways. It was a long way to Sebastian's quarters, but Rand was pretty much in great shape as he almost effortlessly ascended the stairs. Moments later, he reached Sebastian's landing. Pulling out a keycard from white silk pants, he inserted it into it's 'key panel'. A small beep sounded as the backlight on the panel changed from red to green, and the door's lock clicked back audibly.

Turning the doorknob, he entered another lavishly decorated hallway that had only a single door in the middle, with an elevator placed directly across from it. He had been in this hallway dozens and dozens of times. Taking the same keycard, he used it once more on Sebastian's own key panel. The door swung open to admit him.

[vanessa]

Vanessa clenched and unclenched her fingers as she made her way down the hallway toward the stairway which would lead her to the main control room located two floors down. Taking the elevator was certainly out of the option as she was sure that was exactly what this little covert black ops team would want. Vanessa knew Emma was behind all this, after all, Strikeback had been Sebastian's little pet for some time now and what better way to have her revenge on the Black King other than using his own toys against him? With this being said, Vanessa was sure that Strikeback had a good idea of what to expect on this invasion, but good thing for her, Vanessa had took the liberty of adding a few unannounced additions to the building's security defenses.

The door to Sebastian's penthouse opened on its own to admit Rand access. Sebastian of course was already expecting Rand along with the other members of the inner circle, after all, Strikeback was here for all of them so the best chance for survival and victory was to pool all their resources together. Sebastian had his back to the door, silently observing the wall of monitors along the back wall behind his desk, a twisted and intriguing smile on his face. The lobby of the building was already taken over, or so it seemed. Sebastian had already made the same assumption that Vanessa had and figured that Emma had filled in her little puppets on all the security defenses that the building had to offer....or at least the ones that she had known about.

"Rand," Sebastian said casually as he brushed his thumb back and forth across his bottom lip, patiently waiting for the right moment. "Jason's away at the London branch so that just leaves you and me right now," he said as he pushed a button on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. On the screen, a large metal door slammed down over the front doors of the building, successfully sealing the first wave of troops inside. "Vanessa's gone to do the meet and greet, so why don't you and I roll out the red carpet to get them ready?," he said as he flipped another switch next to the first one.

Down in the lobby, the first ground wave of Strikeback swarmed inside, setting up a perimeter and taking any individual they came across into immediate custody. Outside behind a large Escalade, stood a tall black man, dressed black combat gear, staring at a computer screen set up inside the back of the four wheel mobile base. "Red team....is the area secure?," he asked as he pressed against the throat mic he wore, his eyes darting across the screen trying to make heads and tails of the gun cams. "Roger sir...Red te..," was all that was heard before some sort of metal gate slid down over the front doors, splitting the invasion team off from the main team. "What the hell?!," the field commander barked just before all the gun cams blinked off and a hail of gunfire echoed from inside.

Vanessa arrived in the command room just in time catch the bloodbath in the lobby below on her large vid screen. Several mini-chain guns had descended from the ceiling and laid waste to the first wave of invading troops, a scene which brought a sort of twisted smile to Vanessa's face. "Arm the explosives on the roof entrance," Vanessa ordered one of her subordinates sitting in front her, "We don't want to leave our friends upstairs out of all the fun now do we?," she asked rhetorically, as she crossed her arms arrogantly.

[Rand O'Neill]

Rand merely nodded in acknowledgement at Sebastian's greeting. It was obvious that Sebastian felt no sense of threat from the soldiers that had now begun to swarm the ground floors. Rand decided to save his questions for a later time, for he and his Black King had bigger and better things to tend to. He spared a glance at one of the many screens in Sebastians' quarters, and flinched a bit as a whole wave of Strikeback was annihalated by the gun-cams went off, swinging a 45 degree arc of destruction.

On one of the other screens, he caught a view of one the HFC's most valuable assets, Vanessa Madison, a mercenary that was colder than a winter on the Siberian tundra. He and Vanessa had had one encounter that Rand was sure that he would never forget, and as he thought of it, he instinctively reached for his shoulder, which had been injured in their little adventure. He also remembered that the man directly across from him had not been happy when he had watched the morning news the day after. To Sebastian, Rand seemed to smile for no apparent reason, but then again, Rand smiled awfully a lot.

The sound of rotating helicopter propellors brought him out of his reverie as a bright white spotlight filled the penthouse, and
Rand shielded his eyes as he was momentarily blinded. Blinking a few times, purple after-images danced across his vision. Then, out of nowhere, instinct told him to hit the floor, and he did...a split second before gunfire busted through the windows and began to eat up everything in sight. He covered his head with both hands as bullets whizzed through the penthouse apartment.

It was so loud that he barely heard Sebastian's cry of rage as he slammed his large fist onto another button, which triggered the adamantium shields to lower where the windows should have been. A moment or so later, Rand picked his head up enough to see Sebastian, looking rather disgruntled but otherwise okay. The helicopter's machine guns stopped pelting out rounds as they realized that they weren't getting through the adamantium shields. Standing to his feet, Rand surveyed the damage that the Strikeback helicopter had left. Bullet holes riddled the walls, paintings, lamps, and pretty much everything that was in the apartment.

Brushing himself off, he waited for his superior's orders.

[vanessa]

Pissing off Sebastian Shaw was a mistake that not many ever lived to repeat or for that matter had that much time to regret. Sebastian was a man of definite action and as such he wasted no time in dealing with his problems and plans. This little invasion by one of his pet projects was not unforeseen but still aggravating none the less. Strikeback was created with the intent on controlling the mutant populace should the need every arise, say the need to defend the general human public from the delusional dreams of a mutant terrorist...one such as Erik Lehnsherr and his Brotherhood. Of course, Sebastian had other grander dreams in mind for Strikeback, things such as using the black-ops team to manipulate and force other mutants to his way of thinking and doing, but now that Emma had run off and jumped the gun, it looked like this billion dollar plan was flushed down the toilet.

Sebastian tore from his seat, sending it spinning around in violent circles as the lights in the penthouse flickered from the soft white to a dark red, matching the theme set off by the warning sirens. "Its time to go Rand, things are getting a bit more heated than I care for," the older Sebastian said, tugging at the end of his red jacket, setting his appearance straight once again. As he cleared his throat, Sebastian casually tugged at the ends of his sleeves, making sure to press one of the cuff links there to alert Vanessa to the change in plans. You see, a tycoon such as Sebastian always had to have a safety fall back and this little smart button disguised as a cuff link was just one of the many. When pressed, the button would set off a small electrical impulse in the microchip planted at the base of Vanessa's skull, letting her know he needed her immediately.

Vanessa felt the twinge from the smart chip in her neck and cringed slightly, hearing the sound of the sirens from the top floor. She already knew what had to be done, it was time to leave. Shoving the man sitting in front of the main console aside, Vanessa began rapidly clicking keys on the terminal, entering password after password until she was where she needed to be, the mainframe's main data vault. With a few more keystrokes, all material and research data there was uploaded to a small portable hard drive, a hard drive which Vanessa instantly snatched up and tossed in a small munitions satchel on the floor. "Nothing personal boys....just doing my job," she said with a cryptic smile as her small slender hands removed a long cylindrical grenade from the satchel. The men in the room all stared in horror, frozen by shock I suppose, as Vanessa clicked the small red button on top of the grenade and tossed it into the center of the room. The flashing red light blinked three times before the device exploded into a wall of fire and heat, obliterating everything inside the room, well everything save for Vanessa and the things she chose to keep within the confines of her psionic barrier. The lives of all those inside the room were of no consequence or thought to Vanessa, the same as any other life she encountered, just another meaningless existence to waste her time. Standing up, Vanessa shouldered the black satchel and pressed a small button conveniently located on the side of her belt, "Done and done, I'm on my way to escort the Black King," she said, moving toward the open door of the war room.

"Done and done, I'm on my way to escort the Black King," Vanessa's voice said as it echoed over the intercom in Sebastian's office. Sebastian himself, smiled and looked up to the speaker in the ceiling above his head, "Hope you haven't left anything of importance behind mister O'Neill," Sebastian said with a half crooked smile, moments before the red light which illuminated the room began to blink on and off, followed by a computer generated female voice, announcing the countdown of the building's self-destruct.

[Rand O'Neill]

The shear anger that was radiating from Sebastian's person was enough to make Rand cringe a bit. Standing, Sebastian quickly set his clothing straight, and if he were a cartoon, Rand was sure that steam would have been flowing from both ears.

Its time to go Rand, things are getting a bit more heated than I care for"

Nodding almost to himself, he acknowledged his boss with a solemn look on his youthful face. Rand could sense that there was something hidden deeper, Sebastian didn't seem to be fearful but his aura radiated rage and betrayal. Shrugging his shoulders, he felt the blade that sat situated between his undershirt and his now dust smitten coat. It always helped to have a back up if he didn't get a chance to use his powers. That wasn't the only blade hidden on his person, he had one up each sleeve and another hidden in his right boot. Of course, if you were going to carry those blades, you best know how to use them and Rand surely knew.

A familiar feeling crept into the back of his skull, a feeling that felt as if dice were rattling inside his bloody skull. Usually the arrival of these "dice" signalled trouble, or something important was going to happen to him in the near future. Well, he hoped it would be the near future, sometimes the bloody things rattled on for days on end, leaving him with headaches galore. It was really quite...maddening. Unaware of what Vanessa was doing on the lower floors, a sudden explosion from her position was enough to shake the top floors and Rand grabbed a small chair to keep from falling to the ground.

Sebastian of course merely stood there as the bloody building nearly shook off its foundation. A smile, devious in nature crept onto Sebastian's lips as Vanessa's voice came over the intercom. Rand turned his head in the direction of Sebastian's voice as he spoke in a dramatic fashion.
"Hope you haven't left anything of importance behind mister O'Neill,"

Luckily, he, Mr. O'Neill as Sebastian so regally put it, had not left anything of importance in the building. He had travelled light when he had received the summons from Mr. Shaw two days prior, bringing only a few changes of clothes and bathroom items. Nevertheless, his eyes widened considerably at what he interpreted Sebastian's "warning" to be. A smooth female voice began it's countdown, starting from five minutes and working its way down from there. Rand felt his heartrate begin to rise as Sebastian made a beeline for the now bullet ridden doors. Rand followed suit, and nearly jumped out of his skin when the door at the end of the hallway opened to admit two Strikeback soldiers.

Without hesitation, Rand quickly siphoned all emotion out of him, allowing him to "touch" his psionic powers. A tingling feeling flooded throughout his body, followed by an eerie euphoria as he summoned two blades of blinding white light. A wave of nausea overcame this brief feeling of delight and he almost retched on the berber carpet. But, just as quickly as it came, it went and the two psionic daggers imbedded themselves into the soldiers' skull, but mind you, they were low grade. The two soldiers proceeded to go into a fit of convulsions as their nervous systems went haywire.
Dizzy, Rand leaned against the wall and tried to catch his breath. What the hell was wrong with him?

[vanessa]

As the elevator doors opened and two Strikeback soldiers appeared, Sebastian balled his fists and gritted his teeth, not happy that his very expensive defense system had been breeched so quickly. Usually the Black King didn't indulge in such physical violence, after all, that's what he had others for, others such as Rand and Vanessa but this time, he was willing to go that extra mile to make his point. He waited patiently, as Rand did his part and good thing the Black Rook did or he and the King would be having a very lengthy and quite painful conversation later on. The psionic blades glided past Sebastian's head quickly and the Black King only smiled, not phased by the sudden movements or slight tingling sensation in his head as the mental energy flashed across his own mind upon passing so close to him. "Thank you Rand," he said as the psionic daggers slammed home in the heads of the soldiers before him, sending Rand doubling over and the soldiers staggering as they let their shouldered automatic rifles fall to their sides, grabbing their heads in pain.

Sebastian wasted no time in moving in on the Strikeback operatives, grabbing each by the throat and then slamming their heads together with enough force to hear a very audible *crack* of their skulls. With another impressive display of strength, Sebastian tossed each solider aside like a rag doll of some sorts, their lifeless bodies crumpling against the metallic walls and then falling to the floor in a sick and broken sort of way. Sebastian may have been a rather short and unimpressive looking man, but his mutation was something which made him quite the force to be reckoned with. You see, no physical force turned against him would be affective, Sebastian mutant ability turning said force and momentum into raw strength and power for himself. "The roof mister O'Neill," Sebastian said calmly as he straightened his jacket, giving the corpse of the fallen soldier to his right a sneer just before spitting on it, "I'm afraid we have less time than I first thought," he added, stepping forth into the elevator.

[Rand O'Neill]

"Thank you Rand"

Sebastian's voice echoed in his head as he struggled not to vomit. It wasn't as if it mattered, he was pretty sure that Sebastian wouldn't be too worried about his carpet, on a count of the whole building was about to be blown to smithereens... Finally, after what seemed like ages, the long hallway stopped spinning, or atleast stopped spinning so quickly. He opened his eyes just in time to see Sebastian finishing off the two Strikeback soldiers in an impressive display of strength. It was nothing new to Rand, he knew Sebastian was capable of pretty much anything he put his mind to, and right now he was intent on leaving the bloody building before it became a smoldering pile of rubble and became the top story on Good Morning America tomorrow.

"The roof Mister O'Neill"

Unable to speak, for he feared that if he opened his mouth he would wretch, he merely nodded his acknowledgement to his superior, following him onto the elevator, which to Rand seemed to be a risky choice, for he would have preferred to take the stairs. Questioning Sebastian at a time like this was a complete no-no, and Rand quickly swallowed his suggestion.

"I'm afraid we have less time than I first thought"

His brows furrowed as he pondered Sebastian's statement. Was there something that the other man was not revealing? Rand couldn't help but to wonder. He suddenly found himself wondering where Vanessa was. She had said that she was on her way up to meet Sebastian and himself, but she hadn't shown up yet. The elevator doors began to close and moments later they were on their way up to the roof. Oddly, no music played in the elevator as they ascended.

Rand kept himself emotionless, almost embracing the energies that roiled within him. He found that it lessened the feeling of nausea tenfold, and he wanted to be ready if any surprises awaited them on the rooftop of Shaw Industries.

[vanessa]

Vanessa wasted no time as she moved through the corridors and hidden stairwells of the building, purposely avoiding the elevator, after all, the main one was no doubt in control of the Strikeback team and Sebastian's private one was for him and him alone, no big deal really, after all, the stairs were quicker for here anyway. Vanessa's enhanced stamina and agility allowed her to move up the steps quicker than most, her gait and rhythm never changing. She kept her eyes directed up the entire time, making sure her hidden little stairwell was still in fact hidden and that no ambush awaited her at some unseen point. You see, Vanessa was sure that Sebastian and the others of the circle would be fairly left alone for the most part, but her....well....Emma had no love and more than likely the Strikeback operatives had orders to shoot her on sight.....oh the fun.

After a solid couple of minutes, Vanessa reached her destination, the top floor and the hidden trap door which opened onto the roof. There was no doubt about what awaited here out there, probably a few commandos and a helicopter, if not two. She already knew about the gunship which attempted to obliterate Sebastian's penthouse and with all her training, she still knew that would be the real test of her skill. Fully armored attack helicopters were no laughing matter and psionic barrier or not, taking that thing down would not be easy by any means. Sure, if she had remembered to grab a rocket launcher on the way up, then yeah, piece of cake, but right now all she had was to semi-automatic pistols, a few clips and one grenade....not exactly your full metal jacket here, but hopefully enough to get the job done. Sounds from outside were muted and the vibranium trap door suddenly became her most imposing foe. With cold black eyes, Vanessa stared at her only exit, steeling herself and putting her chaotic mind together, pulling Vanessa away and letting Mercy come out to play. Her right hand moved over to the wall and punched in a long series of codes, unlocking the trap door above her and disarming the explosives on this end. Death was about to have some more playmates and Mercy couldn't help but wonder if she'd be one of them.

The roof above wasn't quite as active as Vanessa had thought, but a small group of commandos did await there. They all had taken up strategic positions around the elevator exit, cutting off the route from said elevator to the helipad were Sebastian's personal helicopter waited. An attack helicopter circled the building, adding to the threat level, but with all the commandos on the roof as well, the pilot couldn't fire openly without risking the lives of his comrades. The vibranium trap door behind the back gun line the commandos had set up opened smoothly and silently, after all that's the reason why it was made of vibranium, and Mercy charged forth, semi-automatic pistol in each hand. The first three soldiers didn't know what him as brain and skull matter exploded in front of their faces in a rain of crimson. Two of the other commandos managed to at least turn around before feeling the bullets from Mercy's guns rip into their breast plates and into their hearts. Five bodies hit the floor in succession and Mercy kept up her advance, firing strategically. The rest of the unit managed to scatter and begin their search for cover, but good luck there considering the room was pretty much a barren wasteland. Return fire immediately broke out, but with a thought, Mercy's psionic barrier sprang out in front of her, deflecting any would be projectiles away. Mercy had the advantage here, no doubt there and the deaths of her foes was assured, too bad no one told them that, it could saved a whole lot of time and bullets.

By the time the elevator doors opened, the small assault unit was down, leaving only the gunship to be dealt with, something which Mercy now focused on as the large helicopter settled into position across from her on the other side of the roof, the large metal construct hovering in the air with its machine gun targeted on her. Of course, anything the gunship had was totally useless against Mercy's psionic barrier, but the roof she stood on wasn't as lucky. One well placed rocket could crumbled the roof and if the pilot was smart enough, he would take out the helicopter behind Mercy, cutting off her and the Hellfire Club's only means of escape. Sebastian stood in the elevator, the sounds of the gunship outside very audible and the scene Mercy had left a clear warning. The small young woman in front of him was his shining achievement at the moment and the side look from her, told him well enough that he might want to secure the helicopter behind her. "Rand.....I think Mercy may need some assistance. Perhaps you should see if you can get out helicopter airborne and us out of here," Sebastian ordered his subordinate, making sure to keep himself out of harms way until he had no other choice.

[Rand O'Neill]

Just before the doors opened, Rand already knew where Vanessa Madison was. Rapid gunfire sounded on the rooftops, and Rand could only guess that Mercy was going to town. A melancholy grin played on his face as he shook his head in amusement, for he knew that Vanessa was having her way with the soldiers.

The elevator came to a stop with a sharp jolt, the doors opening to admit them onto the roof. It was chilly up here, and Rand suddenly wished he had thought to wear something a little warmer. Well, you didn't know that you'd be bloody leaving the bloody building, making your cursed escape on the roof!, he thought to himself.

A gunship hovered menacingly over the roof like a giant wasp ready to strike. Rand spotted Vanessa with bodies scattered about all around her. He admired her unwavering courage as she stared down the helicopter, unafraid.

"Rand.....I think Mercy may need some assistance. Perhaps you should see if you can get our helicopter airborne and us out of here"

"Do I look like a bloody pilot to you, Sebastian?" Rand replied cooly, but with a hint of frustration. If he tried to fly the bloody chopper, they would probably die as surely as they would die if they stayed on top of the roof.

Sebastian was suprised, his mouth forming an "O". Rand had never had the courage or the resolve to stand up to the man before, but now was not the time for confrontation or arguments. Sebastian merely nodded, but the look in his eyes warned Rand all too well of what the consequences would be the next time he questioned his Black King.

Sebastian took Vanessa's cue and made a dash towards the helicopter, but Rand did not follow. It's about time the man did something for himself, Rand thought, the anger subsiding a bit. The gunship continued to hover, circling slightly around the rooftop, and Rand, who was still holding on to his psionic energies, quickly walked over to join Mercy.

"Hello again, Vanessa...what's the plan?"

[vanessa]

The small standoff between Vanessa and the attack helicopter was humorous at best or at least in the eyes of the pilot. Twin high caliber chain guns and at least thirty rockets along with the latest in avionics against a small young woman with two pistols and a grenade......sounded almost comical and sucidal....too bad the pilot didn't know who what he was up against. Now, while all that weaponry and gadgets might have obliterated your average mutant, it was sadly useless against Mercy. Mercy's psionic barriers had withstood much more than what this helicopter had to throw at her and as long as Mercy could keep her concentration up, then things look to her favor.

The clip from each semi-automatic pistol which Mercy held fell to the ground at her feet, bouncing once and adding to the mess already there. With practiced grace and skill, Vanessa carefully slid a new clip into each pistol, her eyes never leaving the helicopter in front of her. Sebastian's foot falls as he ran to his personal helicopter behind her were barely audible amongst the wind and noise of the attack helicopter on the other side of the roof. Rand's presence was felt as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, alerting her to someone coming up from behind. His voice was calm and elegant as always and this made Vanessa smile somewhat, glad to see that the Black Rook could maintain such normality in a situation like this. "The plan Rand....is to get out of here and find a drink," she said as she pointed both pistols at the helicopter opening fire. The pilot merely smirked and obliged Vanessa her wish, firing both twin mounted chain guns. Of course, Vanessa's quickly erected barrier reflected the bullets sent her way, to bad the pilot couldn't do the same. Vanessa figured the glass of the cockpit was bulletproof, hence why she fired just below the helicopter's spinning blades, successfully damaging the motor and shaft, sending the helicopter veering off to the left and downward.