The Safehouse of the crew was really something else. It's something easily understood, as to why you wouldn't want criminals out in public. One misplaced comment or too perceptive for their own good Police Officer could ruin a day, and from that, a whole crew's livelihood. So, the safe house had to be something that a group of people that shot at police officers, could stay a long time, without going outside. It was easier said than done.

Still, the place was artistically done by someone who was good at their jobs. If you spent enough money with a smart enough person, even an old used car lot and sales building could be turned into something pretty impressive. Each one of the crew had their own room, with a few left over. It all connected to a more social living area with more than enough places to sit and an entertainment center dominated by a too-large TV screen and more than it's fare share of cords plugged into video game consoles.

This connected to the lavishly done kitchen and sitting area, complete with a dining room table that seemed to be more used to set things on rather than eating in the normal way dining room tables become. It all looked way too well done for a collection of people like the crew, but they faked it well enough to make it work.

It was through the darkness of this night that Charley padded through, lazily. Clad only in a pair of boxers and without much care to that, he scratched over his toned, somewhat scared up stomach with an arm that was a sleeve of a tattoo. Ending right at the wrist so it would not be seen if he was wearing the suits that, he always wore. Tongue rolled around his mouth as he chomped at nothing, quite noticeably tired.

A hand reached up into a cabinet and pulled out a bowl from the stack of them. Next was the box of cereal, which he poured into the bowl. Fridge opened up so he could grab at the glass bottle of milk. It was opened and tilted to the filled bowl, carefully. Everything was placed back and shut closed, before he grabbed a spoon and his bowl and without any lights walked back to his room without incident.

His room was as dark as the living room, but thankfully a bit cleaner. The living room was really just spots of clean surrounded by islands of whatever someone was working one, which was mainly, firearms. But his own room was clean. Form eased on to his bed, sliding up so he had his shoulders pressed to the headboard, comforted by pillows. Spoon gathered up a collection of cereal, then it went into his mouth to get chewed down on.

The motions of him climbing into bed, however careful, seemed to stir Antonia beside him. Her movements started slow, but she was quick to wake up. Sliding out of the sheets and on to Charley's lap with a comfortable straddle as she swiped hair out of her face and behind an ear. She looked tired too. Or at least well enough that Charley did not seem to notice anything else. The next spoonful was lifted up from the bowl and towards her mouth, which she happily accepted and chewed down on. Making a pleased sound that was enough to draw Charley's eyes once again to her own. A cocky sort of grin curling his lips before he spoke with a laugh.

"You know, after the last four hours, even I need at least a bowl of cereal to go on... I'm not Superman, you know." The laugh continued through his words, and was echoed up above by Antonia perched on his form. Clad, like him, in only underwear. None of the crew really cared what someone else was wearing. It was one of those codes of going into certain death with people, you didn't care what they wore afterwards.

Antonia swallowed down the chewed up cereal, giving a slow laugh from her throat. Then her hips began to move, this way and that. It was already enough to get a light rumble from down below, from Charley.

"I don't know. I think you can handle it." She spoke honeyed words down to the man, even as she was seemingly still waking up from the short nap she had been taking. The man gave another laugh, eyes moving over to mark out the nightstand beside him, knowing he was going to have to put down the bowl of cereal here in a moment. And that was what Antonia was waiting for. With the idle motions of a lover, her hand slipped along the bed beside him. Coming underneath her own pillow. Then with serpent like quickness she gripped the pistol under it, and drew it up with both hands. Aiming it right down to Charley's forehead.

The man, for his credit, did not seem surprised at this. One hand held the bowl of cereal in mid air, half way to the nightstand. It did not move. Nothing else moved. Charley did not even blink as he spoke up to her.

"Is that a p226 Legion? That's a good gun." He complimented her on her choice of weaponry. It, and the fact she had Charley under heel, brought a cocky curl to Antonia's own lips. And that, was just what Charley had been waiting for. His elbow snapped out and caught her full in the middle of her chest. It wasn't -too- hard, but it was hard enough to knock the wind out of her and send her sprawling backwards towards the foot of the bed. The gun went off, three times in a desperate attack to catch Charley but the holes just exploded in the dry wall with the sharp crackle of electricity, and not the man.

After the attack, Charley was already moving. Rolling out of the bed with one hand carefully guiding the bowl of cereal, that he was not abandoning, he was out the door and into the living room in about two steps. More shots followed him, as Antonia recovered immediately. Part of the couch exploded, but Charley was ducking back into the kitchen which began to get the same treatment, Antonia was already rounding the corner and holding the pistol in both hands only about a foot away from her sight. Practicing center axis relock. Rounds traced behind the man and chased him into the kitchen. Wood and appliances began to splinter and explode from the missed shots.

The last round hit the heavy metal of the refrigerator just as Charley opened it up to duck behind it, it would of hit him perfectly in the back, if the protection had not been pulled into place. He had counted off 12 rounds, it would be time for her to reload. Which Antonia was doing. dropping the spent mag of the pistol and plucking one up off the gunbelt hanging from her hips, covered in holdersfor reloads. Charley took this time to, quite loudly, take another bite from his bowl of cereal. The metal spoon clanked against the bowl with a bit of force, to make his point more understood.

Antonia took this to heart, and once he snapped the slide of the pistol down, she growled out a phrase she had heard Charley use a few times before, in the heat of combat.

"If you got a God, I'd start praying!" Venomous words were shot out, confidently, as she turned around the corner sharply and began to shoot rounds right into the door of the fridge. Sizable dents began to appear with each round that smacked into the metal. Already she was stepping out, to slice the pie and shoot the man from another angle that was not so covered.

"After what I am going to do to you, Gods will be lined up to make me one of their worshippers..." Charley rolled this right back to her in the middle of the gunfire. He didn't even blink to the sudden dents he was feeling bend the metal he was leaning against. Just carefully transfered his bowl to one hand with the spoon set against the lip. His other hand, now free, reached up and grabbed the fridge by the upper metal. With a dangerously simple motion, he just ripped it from the wall and straight through the counter. Picking it up and moving it down the line of the kitchen.

Antonia was quick to jump back as the refrigerator scythed by and almost took off an arm or a leg as it whipped on by. Her shoulders smacked into the wall behind her, but she brought the pistol back up quickly. Rounds sparked off the back of the fridge as it moved, aiming for the man hiding behind it. In that couple of eye blinks, the last of the new clip spat out, and at that exact time Charley was dropping the fridge to the floor, loudly, and sprinting down the stairs to the lobby.

Without a care to the broken glass and wood that now scattered all over the place and the fact she was not wearing shoes, Antonia was only a second behind him. Leaping onto the still sliding fridge then to the railing of the stairs leading down. She balanced in a moment and aimed the pistol down the stairs just as Charley turned the corner and went deeper, more rounds struck the thick concrete of the wall with sharp crackles of electricity. She cursed to the air and leaped from the railing and to the stairs. Ducking and trying to fire through the space between stairs and ceiling, but she only had a few seconds to fire a few shots before Charley was vaulting over the counter to come down behind it, even as it exploded into splinters from Antonia's rounds.

It was at this moment, just as Antonia was dropping another clip from the pistol and slapping a new one quickly home, that Two would step out of his room, blinking away sleep. He focused on the only person he saw, Antonia, on the stairs with a pistol.

"What's... going on?" He asked her, out of half annoyance as a bear who was being woke up out of his hibernation. Antonia didn't even think twice, once the slide snapped down. She lifted the pistol and shot Two straight in the chest. The round hit with a painful sound, and crackled that specialized electricity that shut the body down.

"Oh son of a bit-" It was as far as Two got before the electricity in the round took hold and he slumped over to the floor. Antonia was looking back down to the counter in the lobby, and aiming the pistol that way too as she padded barefoot down the stairs quickly and quietly. In the silence, there was the sound of metal hitting bowl again. Charley was eating more of his cereal. This did not go over well with her. She pin pointed the sound behind the counter and began sending fire through the thin wood towards it.

Charley's body moved quickly when he heard the first round splinter wood a few inches away from his head, carefully cradling the bowl of cereal as he crawled on a hand a feet down the line of the counter, which was quickly becoming the size of toothpicks. He hit a burst of speed once he got to the hallway that lead to the offices, and sprinted down it to put his back to the wall at one of the intersections.

Antonia dropped another mag to the floor and reloaded as she jumped up onto what was left of the counter top. Pistol clearing the space behind it in one smooth sweep then focusing down the hallway, where there was a different noise this time. A slurping of milk. Just for a moment, before the empty bowl and spoon was slipped out on the tile floor of the hallway. A signal that the stakes had just been raised.

In response, Antonia just lifted the pistol the wall and began firing again. Drywall exploded around Charley once more, but he was already in motion. Sprinting past the offices and the length of hallway. Antonia followed quickly again, hoping to catch him as he ran down the straight away. Tearing up walls as she came and flicking out around the corner to send two quick rounds as the departing form of Charley around the next corner. The rounds shattered glass walls and rained fragments of pain all over the floor, but Antonia was already reloading once again and readying to pick up the chase.

In the chaos, from one of the open doors of an unused office, came the whirring sound of the crews Roomba. Loving called, 'Gunba', as it had a rather large sub machine gun attached to the top of it. It was meant to clean the floors, as well as shoot intruders, but much like the crew itself... it was not above shooting one of the people that shared it's space.

Both Antonia and Charley knew the sound, but in the silence, Charley was the first to quickly speak up around a corner. He whistled, first, as if that would get the machines attention.

"Hey! Hey Gunba! Come here buddy! I need that gun of yours." Whispered Charley, roughly. Even clicking his tongue a few times, like it was a puppy. The Roomba swiveled towards Charley's direction, this only being noticeable by the googily eyes it wore, complete with dark lines above them that someone had drawn in, to make it look constantly upset.

"No! Gunba, come on over here precious. It's mommy! Come to mommy!" Antonia spoke over to the machine just a moment later, and it swiveled on over to face her direction in the middle of the hallway between the pair of them. After some, apparent, consideration, it turned and headed back into the office it came from chirping, as if it was annoyed.

The only thing this seemed to accomplish, was annoy both Charley and Antonia. Their cries and insults came out as one as the machine floated away contently.

"Fricken Judas! I'll remember this!" Yelled Charley from around the corner. Then he was already running, for good measure, as a second later rounds began to explode the wall behind him rapidly. Antonia was not giving the man a breather, and was already assaulting his position. Charley ran over flecks of glass with sharp curses to the pain, and smashed his shoulder into one of the doors that lead out into the lobby. That small turn of speed was what Antonia needed, and she came around the corner as the man was busting through the door. More rounds were sent after him.

The door as a whole became a shield, as Charley quickly turned around and placed it between himself and Antonia. It was not a good shield, rounds went straight through it. It was was enough. Charley clambered over the other counter and tossed the door at the whole it once occupied, just as Antonia was coming through it. She shrugged it off and flung it to the side, taking a step to jump right on to the counter again.

But Charley hadn't tried to run for the next set of cover. It was just an eyeblink, but she looked down to see him already reaching up for her from the other side of the counter. She lowered the weapon, but it was too late. It met Charley's hands and he gripped tight. Even as the pistol went off two more times and sliced his palms and fingers to hell, but the rounds shattered the floor rather than hit him. Lifting from his position, he used her own grip to whip her over his shoulder in a jiu-jitsu throw. It tore her off the counter and around, slamming her into the floor so roughly the whole building shook. But she never left go of the pistol. Just pulled the trigger one more time once it drifted near Charley's face, but the man jerked his head to the side just at the last second. He felt the hot wind pass his ear just a moment before his hearing blanked out from the close retort, but he did not let go either and kept forcing the pistol away from him.

Charley kept her on the ground, trying his best to wrench the pistol away from her grip as he kept her pinned to the tile. Between the pair of them, there was a pleased little grin that was mirrored in their lips when they caught each others eyes. But Antonia's went cockier, as she fought against the loss of air and pain, and snapped her legs up quickly and around the man's arm that was holding the pistol. She tensed up, now using the whole of her body against the man's grip. Charley already felt himself losing his hold, so without much thought he was on his feet and moving. Picking her up like she weighed nothing and sprinting the few steps until he slammed her back against the wall beside the stairs leading to the basement. Drywall cracked and splinted from the force of it, but still Antonia held on. Another round was shot out, just as she flexed her thighs and twisted the man's arm around, sharply. The crack of muscle and bone was both felt and heard from the force of it. This should of been the end, Charley was backed into a corner. All Antonia had to do was wrench the gun around a few inches and...

But Charley did the unthinkable, and in a split second. He twisted his body back around until his own shoulder dislocated, with barely a grimace to the pain. Even Antonia was somewhat shocked. And even wide eyed, just for that moment before she saw the other man's arm come around. Hand curled into a fist, and snapping down, aimed right at her head that was braced against the wall. She moved it, quickly, just as the fist smashed through drywall, and the thick stud behind it a show of impressive strength. Antonia closed an eye and winced at the sudden showing of sharp wood and flecks of metal.

Fist came back quickly and this time, he didn't try for something that could move. He went for something he knew would not. Fist came down right on her forearm, roughly. Antonia yelped in pain from the blow that even in those seconds was blossoming purple, but still, she did not let go. In fact, she used the pain. Growling right at the man as she unwound a leg from his arm as the other braced on Charley's ribs. The leg went out, then with a turn of her entire body, came back around. Right to smash the shin into the man's jaw. Charley felt a tooth crack, and would of been surprised if his jaw wasn't broken.

He stumbled back, still gripping the pistol in one hand on an arm that was dislocated at the shoulder. As he staggered, he whipped himself around, himself using the pain as well. He let go of the pistol just as his body snapped at the waist. Flinging Antonia through the air of the lobby. A leg came out again just as she was tossed, catching Charley on the side of his head and turning him running down the stairs to the basement into him falling down them. She went a great distance though, hit the floor, rolled, and came straight to her feet in a kneel. Aiming the pistol even as Charley was tossed down the stairs, sending the last two rounds out to smash through the glass of the railing but missing the man again.

Charley hit the stairs, hard. Rolling over once, but coming to his feet at the bottom of them and smacking back into the wall painfully. His shoulder rolled, once, locking it's self back into place with a sick, wet pop. Not even a moment of rest, he was already moving to the side just as Antonia was coming to the top of the stairs and snapping the slide back down on the first round of a new magazine. She aimed just as the man sprinted away, firing rounds after him as he went down the concrete hallway. She knew where he was going, the Armory. But her plan was already in place. She knew she would have just one true moment.

And that was quite true, as Charley was not taking it easy on her. Just outside the armor was a table, and on it was a grenade that someone had left out. As Charley rounded the corner he picked it up without looking, pulled the pin, and sent it down the way he came. It was tear gas, and the basement was the perfect vector for it. Unventilated, when the grenade went off between Antonia and Charley, soon every hall way was filled with a stinging gas that Charley immediately regretted. But still, he was laughing once it hit him.

"My bad. Didn't know that was tear gas. Still, funny..." He managed to cough out between breaths that burned his throat on the way down. He stayed against the wall of the hallway, looking to the thick sealed door to the armory... and the key pad he needed to use to open it. It was right in the way of Antonia's sight, but now was better than nothing. He sprinted out and hit the buttons, rapidly.

Antonia had been waiting for this moment and began firing just as the man came around the corner. The gas was in her eyes and between them though, the shots were missing by inches. Antonia blinked away the tears, fought the urge to throw up, and worked through the pain. But Charley was through the door just as a round smacked into the bullet proof glass where the man had been standing. She sprinted forward, quickly, to catch the door before it shut, and entered the massive room cautiously. It was lined, from end to the end, with weaponry. Rifles, pistols, sub machine guns, light machine guns. But there was one weapon that was by itself, on one of the many work tables on the far wall, Antonia saw it and recognized it immediately: It was Charley's pistol. The work benches between it and the door had to hide Charley.

The magazine from Antonia's pistol, dropped, and a new one was slipped home quickly. It was just at that moment Charley sprung up from behind one of the work benches and sprinted out. Antonia was quick to begin firing off shots, but where ever the man would seem to have been going, he just, halted and went the other way. Much to Antonia's annoyance. Still, rounds kept firing off carefully, and in Charley's mind he was counting them down. Five, six, seven. He got his hand on his pistol as he spun to the side, snagging up a magazine from nearby. Eight, nine, ten. He loaded the mag into the weapon and snapped the chamber down just as he brought it around. Eleven smashed the wall right beside his head as he curled towards her and aimed the pistol down the line to her chest.

Eleven. He knew what it meant before he brought the iron sights on to her skin. Antonia was right, there would be one perfect time to get a shot off on him... when he was aiming to get a shot off on her. He focused past his own iron sights in that moment of time and saw her own pistol aiming right down to him. He pulled the trigger, hoping to get the drop on her, but she did to. The timing was so perfect, the shots passed in the air as they crossed the distance. One hit Antonia square in the chest, right above her heart. But, the other one did the same in an odd mirror. Cracking right into Charley's sternum with sharp break of electricity that wound over his form.

"Oh, God Dam-" And that was it from the man, just as the power hit his brain and he blacked out to fall down heavily to the floor of the armor. Joined across the way by the unconscious form of Antonia. Who was still wearing a cocky grin, even in her unpleasant dreams.

It was more than a few hours until the safe house came alive with the motions of those waking up. Light wasn't just weakly filling in from the bullet proof windows of the place, it was shining brightly and thickly. Criminals tended to sleep in after all, since they were not on a schedule. Three was the first awake, as he usually was. Yawning as he came down the hallway in a bathroom and slippers. Stepping over the sprawled out form of Two, laying there. The living room, the kitchen, and the dining room was a disaster. But Three did not seem to notice it. He opened a cabinet door, which was only tatters and came apart in his hand. He dropped it, to pick up the only bowl not broken. The box of cereal he took down was spilling out it's contents of fruity pebbles from a hole right in the middle of, Three just used this to fill his bowl up. With a turn, he looked to where the fridge was... supposed to be. It was now on it's side, in the other area, door open and unplugged. With a shrug, he walked over to it, and rummaged around until he got the bottle of milk, which he used to fill up his bowl.

Four was up next, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. He seemed to be a bit more perceptive than Three though, and looked around the living room and kitchen as if he was still in a dream. Then, he looked down to Two sprawled out like only an overly large man could sprawl. He knelt, and without a care, took the measure of the man's pulse with a couple of fingers to his neck. Well, still alive. Four gave Two a hearty slap to the face, which snapped him awake with a start and a sudden groan of pain.

"Agh! Painful!" Two cried out as he curled up into a ball, then slowly got to his feet. Looking down to the large bruise that had been created in the night, right in the middle of his chest. He chuffed, quite annoyed, as he looked around the room.

"I don't want to alarm anyone, but I think the milk has gone bad..." Said Three, in the silence, but it did not stop him from shoveling another spoonful of fruity pebbles into his mouth to chew on. Four gave him an annoyed look and a furrowed brow before he asked.

"What the hell happened?" With a sharp motion of his hand over the warzone their living area had become.

"It was the lovebirds." Said Two, as he tried to stretch his arms above his head to work out some kinks from sleeping on the floor all night. He winced, and stopped half way through. Three nodded an affirmative with a point over his spoon over to Two.

"I think the rule was, she doesn't get into the crew until she shoots him." Three explained, around another mouthful of cereal and no manners. Two winced again, but not from pain.

"Shoot Charley? Poor woman..." Spoke up Four, with a low whistle. All three of the crew knew what a chore it would be to tag Charley. None of them wanted to try doing it, especially if the man was armed. All three of them followed the line of destruction, like wolves hunting a scent of blood. Then went down the stairs to the lobby, all three casually motioning out where the line of battle took both Antonia and Charley. All three looked to the stairs to the basement at the same time, coming to the same conclusion. All three looked at the holes in the wall made by bodies and fists. They went down the steps to the basement.

They found Charley and Antonia, still laid out on the floor. Three gave a laugh and a mocking 'Awwww' to the somewhat cuteness of the situation.

"They got each other." He rumbled, as he fed himself another spoonful of cereal. "Let's wake them up. Four, go fill up a couple buckets of cold water please..." It seemed the best way to do it. But Two was already in motion, angry at having been shot last night, too.

"Only one bucket, Four. I will wake One up, for having to get shot last night..." Two chuckled darkly, as he padded over to the unconscious form of Charley who was snoring and drooling, contently. Without an ritual, once he got to the body, he brought his foot back and kicked it into the man's ribs a couple of times. This had the appropriate affect of waking Charley up, just so he could double over in a painful groan.

"And put ice in it!" Three yelled up to Four who was already climbing the stairs up. Watching Charley get kicked in the ribs brought another smile to his face. Once Four came back down, he gave a snort of a laugh to Charley still groaning on the floor. Not stopping until he got to Antonia's form, where he upended the bucket of ice water over her. She came to, with a sharp start. Leaning up and immediately glaring at the other three of the crew. That is, until the bucket was placed on her head.

"Yeah yeah, welcome to the crew and all that." Said Three, as all men laughed and began to move out the door of the armor and upstairs to wake up. Charley soon was good enough to roll up to his knees, still gasping for breath. Looking over to Antonia just as she pulled off the bucket from her head. Both of them gave the other another long cut of a grin.

"And you're cleaning all this up!" Came the cry from one of the crew, upstairs. Both of them looked to it, and snorted. Like that was going to happen.

"I bet you, you can not get dressed and to your car before I do, without anyone noticing as we get out of here and leave the cleaning to them." Said Charley, in a hoarse voice of someone who probably shouldn't be doing strenuous activity, but was about to. Antonia's response to him was a grin that went even wider.

"Loser has to buy breakfast." And she was already on her feet, sprinting, and planning on how to sneak past a trio of criminals in broad day light. For good measure, she shut the door of the armor behind her just as she slipped through it, and Charley came to it.

She was one of the crew now, you had better believe she would do her best to win against one of them, after all.