Meanwhile, in WestEnd...
He'd been given a device shortly after he'd begun his unofficial association with Batten and his company, back when he'd found the abandoned theater that housed the shelter now known as the Sacred Flame. As far as technology went, it struck him as something of a curiosity, resembling nothing so much as a piece of plate glass with a black border. He wasn't fond of technology - in fact he never used it if he could avoid it at all, and so the device stayed on top of the old battered crate that served as an end table next to his bed.
Not that he slept much, anyway. He spent most of the night standing at his window, drinking and watching over the Governor's residence, as well as listening for signs of trouble in the area surrounding the Sacred Flame. Most of the local gangs had learned the hard way by now that they didn't tread into his territory looking for prey anymore...not if they didn't want to be carted away by medics.
That's where he was when he saw the golden glow light up the room around him, followed by the soft, feminine sound of a throat being cleared.
For a moment he thought it was some strange new entity coming to seek shelter, until he turned from the window and saw, perched on the crate where that odd device rested, a golden, glowing golden woman, perhaps a foot tall, standing poised with her hands resting behind the small of her back and looking at him expectantly.
He couldn't help but grin at the image of the petite figure standing there so prettily posed. "Aye, lass? Wha' c'n I do fer ye?"
The small woman spoke in a cool, professional tone as she addressed him. "Mr. Finn, I have a message from Mr. Batten. He requests your aid in an emergency situation."
That got a chuckle out of him. ""Well, ou' wi' it, darlin'. Gi' me the rundown."
He listened while the glowing girl laid it out for him - the explosives, the location, possible threats to be dealt with, the works. When she finished he simply nodded and started for the door. "Tell 'im I'm on m'way."
It took him mere minutes to get to the warehouse. He knew already where it was - he'd spent a lot of time wandering WestEnd, knew every alley, every building, every shadow. For a long moment he simply stood outside the old warehouse, listening, using his senses.
He could hear heartbeats in there. At least eight of them.
With a grin he started for the entrance, affecting a drunken, shambling gait as he approached the door and pulled it open, walking inside and making no effort to hide his presence.
He'd gotten about ten steps in when he felt the first two coming for him. No warning - their orders were clear. Kill anyone who comes inside.
And they were good, too - almost completely silent in their approach, dropping from above with swords drawn.
He waited until the last possible second, letting them believe they had him, and as their swords came down for the fatal blow, he stepped cleanly out of the way, moving back behind them with a drunken rolling couple of steps, as if he were off balance rather than intentionally moving away.
They weren't off balance at all as they recovered, landing neatly on their feet and turning to face him. One male, the other female, they came towards him with their swords up and ready to try again. The female looked to the male and said two words in a low, hissing voice. "Kill him. We can dump the body in the basement with the others."
He held up his hands, showing them he was unarmed as he spoke. "Oi, ye two, I'm jus'-"
The male didn't let him finish that sentence, just came in swinging that long sword for his head.
Finn's hands were already in position, and as the sword was closing on his neck he simply reached out and grabbed it by the blade, stopping it cold with the sound of steel meeting steel. With a twist of his wrists and a sharp metallic snap! the blade broke like a toothpick. The man had just enough time for a look of surprise to show on his features before Finn grabbed him by the front of his armor, turned, and flung him bodily at the wall hard enough to send him smashing through it like it was made of paper.
He heard the woman exclaim behind him, "What the f-!" just before he turned again and threw a kick out to her chest with a bare foot, sending her flying clear to the other side of the warehouse to land hard against the wall in an unconscious heap with enough force to make the building shake.
He heard cries of alarm from the shadows in every direction as the other guards woke to the fact that two of their number had just been waylaid. Within moments they began to emerge from the darkness in every direction, more than he had heard previously - at least ten of them.
The grin on his features widened to a beaming smile as he simply stood there, watching them come, and he brought his hands up, making a beckoning gesture.
"All righ', lads...who's wantin' tae be next?"
He'd been given a device shortly after he'd begun his unofficial association with Batten and his company, back when he'd found the abandoned theater that housed the shelter now known as the Sacred Flame. As far as technology went, it struck him as something of a curiosity, resembling nothing so much as a piece of plate glass with a black border. He wasn't fond of technology - in fact he never used it if he could avoid it at all, and so the device stayed on top of the old battered crate that served as an end table next to his bed.
Not that he slept much, anyway. He spent most of the night standing at his window, drinking and watching over the Governor's residence, as well as listening for signs of trouble in the area surrounding the Sacred Flame. Most of the local gangs had learned the hard way by now that they didn't tread into his territory looking for prey anymore...not if they didn't want to be carted away by medics.
That's where he was when he saw the golden glow light up the room around him, followed by the soft, feminine sound of a throat being cleared.
For a moment he thought it was some strange new entity coming to seek shelter, until he turned from the window and saw, perched on the crate where that odd device rested, a golden, glowing golden woman, perhaps a foot tall, standing poised with her hands resting behind the small of her back and looking at him expectantly.
He couldn't help but grin at the image of the petite figure standing there so prettily posed. "Aye, lass? Wha' c'n I do fer ye?"
The small woman spoke in a cool, professional tone as she addressed him. "Mr. Finn, I have a message from Mr. Batten. He requests your aid in an emergency situation."
That got a chuckle out of him. ""Well, ou' wi' it, darlin'. Gi' me the rundown."
He listened while the glowing girl laid it out for him - the explosives, the location, possible threats to be dealt with, the works. When she finished he simply nodded and started for the door. "Tell 'im I'm on m'way."
It took him mere minutes to get to the warehouse. He knew already where it was - he'd spent a lot of time wandering WestEnd, knew every alley, every building, every shadow. For a long moment he simply stood outside the old warehouse, listening, using his senses.
He could hear heartbeats in there. At least eight of them.
With a grin he started for the entrance, affecting a drunken, shambling gait as he approached the door and pulled it open, walking inside and making no effort to hide his presence.
He'd gotten about ten steps in when he felt the first two coming for him. No warning - their orders were clear. Kill anyone who comes inside.
And they were good, too - almost completely silent in their approach, dropping from above with swords drawn.
He waited until the last possible second, letting them believe they had him, and as their swords came down for the fatal blow, he stepped cleanly out of the way, moving back behind them with a drunken rolling couple of steps, as if he were off balance rather than intentionally moving away.
They weren't off balance at all as they recovered, landing neatly on their feet and turning to face him. One male, the other female, they came towards him with their swords up and ready to try again. The female looked to the male and said two words in a low, hissing voice. "Kill him. We can dump the body in the basement with the others."
He held up his hands, showing them he was unarmed as he spoke. "Oi, ye two, I'm jus'-"
The male didn't let him finish that sentence, just came in swinging that long sword for his head.
Finn's hands were already in position, and as the sword was closing on his neck he simply reached out and grabbed it by the blade, stopping it cold with the sound of steel meeting steel. With a twist of his wrists and a sharp metallic snap! the blade broke like a toothpick. The man had just enough time for a look of surprise to show on his features before Finn grabbed him by the front of his armor, turned, and flung him bodily at the wall hard enough to send him smashing through it like it was made of paper.
He heard the woman exclaim behind him, "What the f-!" just before he turned again and threw a kick out to her chest with a bare foot, sending her flying clear to the other side of the warehouse to land hard against the wall in an unconscious heap with enough force to make the building shake.
He heard cries of alarm from the shadows in every direction as the other guards woke to the fact that two of their number had just been waylaid. Within moments they began to emerge from the darkness in every direction, more than he had heard previously - at least ten of them.
The grin on his features widened to a beaming smile as he simply stood there, watching them come, and he brought his hands up, making a beckoning gesture.
"All righ', lads...who's wantin' tae be next?"