Breaking the Silence: The Silvo Incident

[Jimmy]

gahhhh-corrrr gahhhh-corrrr

It was that ever recognizible Darth Vader type of breathing through a mask. It was pumping oxigen into his lungs by way of a tube stuffed uncerimoniously down his throat to the base of his neck, it was extremely uncomfortable and Troy nearly heaved on several occassions but it was impossible to do so.

His eyes, he could not open them, something had ether stiched them shut or he had some sort of mask over his eyes. His arms and legs were spread eagled and he could feel wires entering his arms and chest, as if he was being pumped liquids to feed him, like a drip but several at once.

He was suddenly aware that he was in water or a liquid that surrounded him, 360 degrees, was he possibly in a vat? a tank? where the hell-

A Bacta tank perhaps?

He needed to get out, he was a known hitman on Coruscant and being trapped in a tank was not the best of places to be seen, perticuly if he had been shot, the Coruscant City Watch would be all over the tank investigating the wounds, talking to the Paramedics.

He needed to get away.

Ripping his left arm towards his chest he ripped several of the drip lines out which was followed by an extremely loud bleeping that roared in 17's ear. That had to be ignored, he HAD to get out, get away. Ripping the mask from his eyes a shaft of light immiedietly rammed itself into the sensitive eyes of the Hitman.

It burned like stareing into the sun on a summers day. As his eyes adjusted to the lights,vague fingers were staring into the tank and towards Troy and the clear liquid that surrounded him, he was most certianly in a Bacta tank.

One by one he started to rip the cords that connected to his chest, and one by one the doctors rushed around seemingly screaming at their assistants, they were not prepared to let this guy escape by any means. Nest his right arm was torn from its connections and then came the mask.

17 tugged on it hard and it tore up his throat and the tube was heaved out heavily into the liquid along with a massive amount of blood and vomit. This he could not worry about right now and with a mssive effort he kicked from the bottom of the tank and surfaced from the liquid.

' GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH' He sucked the air in, the first time he had taisted fresh air in the forse knows how long, he ignored the shouts of the doctors for now, he would deal with them in a moment.

' Quick call security, hes escaping.'

' Call the city watch, hes dangerous!'

The voices went on and on, but troy still sucked in the air, in a moment or two he would be stepping from the tank and getting anyway out possible, even if he had to shed blood.

[Silvo]

Silvo sat on a bed in one of Coruscant's many hotels and pulled a small pack out of his large bag. Opening it, he took out some medical equipment and began to dress his wound and wrapped it up, sliding his shirt over the bandage and smiling to himself. Walking into the elevator and pressing the lobby button, he walked out with his belongings and into the streets of Coruscant.

Holding up his hand, a taxi sailed beside him and he got in, asking to go to the closest hospital.

"What, are you hurt or something?" asked the driver.

"Just go. My wife just had a baby."

The driver smiled and sped off, dodging traffic as he went. It was an old habit of Silvo, but he always checked into the hospital near the incident to make sure the person he was sent to kill was really dead. Silvo looked out the window as the taxi circled the large, white tower of the hospital and touched down out front. Tossing the man a few credits, he stepped out with his bag and entered the front doors.

Walking near the reception area, he stepped up to a computer screen and pressed a few buttons to go to the appropriate menu. Scrolling down, he scanned the patients admitted for blaster wounds and came upon one patient with the description;

Name: ???
Race: Human
Admitted: Blaster wound to lower-midsection
Condition: Stable-Bacta Treatment
Room: C112, SUB-LVL 2

Silvo looked the condition over a few times and decided to pay a "visit" to the patient in case it was him. Stepping into the evelator, he firmly pressed -2 and allowed the door to shut just as another man tried to get into the elevator at the last second. Smirking, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the quick ride down underground.

[Jimmy]

Wrraahhhh-THUNK Something sharp dug deep into the chest of one of the doctors. Blood splattered from his mouth and down his own chest while little droplets run down the toned chest of number 17. That something sharp was a scalpel he had taken from a trey beside the bacta tank.

Troy let the body slip to the floor, scalpel still deep within the wound. 17 was mad and that was rare. Often enough he would be cool and collective, this was the extrmely dangerous side of Troy, this was bad.

Another Doctor attempted to restrain Sean by pulling his arms back but this was a mistake. Tean whipped his arms away from the Doctor, turned and elbowed the man in the eye so hard his socket cracked and his eyeball was nothing but slush, it had burst open like a grap being squeezed. He screamed in pain but this made the Hitman even more willing to take him out when he might of just let him suffer.

17 swung his arm to give the suffering Doctor and right hook and smashed him square in the jaw, two teetch went flying from his jaw and the Doctor went flying over a operating table and down over the otherside, not dead, simply out cold.


' WELL COME ON THEN!' 17 roared rounding on the other surrounding medic staff who were reluctant to take Troy on. ' What is it, scared? do you even know who i am, or what i can do? i suggest to yuo all kindly to back off-'

Ding

The lift doors had opned somwhere outside the room...more people coming or just one?

Security or Coruscant Watch?

He was gonna get out one way ot another, even if it meant more blood shed.

[Silvo]

Silvo stood in the elevator, the bag sitting on the ground beside him. As the lift door opened, he heard the sound of glass breaking and a man yelling. Silvo, always paranoid, reached into his bag and removed a long-pistol type of blaster about 2 feet long and shouldered it, walking slowly and checking his corners as he went. As he approached the door marked C112, a few doctors ran out frightened and yelled to Silvo,

"He's gone insane! Where are the police?"

Silvo lied calmly, "I am a police officer, just step back."

Walking through the door in a half-crouch, he saw the same man who he attacked the night before surrounded by doctors. He was unarmed, but blood was dripping down his chest, probably from the man lying on the ground with the scalpel in him.

Silvo raised his gun and looked down the site, and the familiar feeling came over him.

All time seemed to slow as he moved his thumb down and clicked the safety off and aimed to immobilize the man in the leg. After what seemed like forever, he applied a gentle pressure and the weapon roared to life, sending a shot towards the man's leg.

(OOC it doesn't have to hit you)

[Jimmy]

The luck was playing out for Troy, just as the shot was fired, one of the nurses who was circling Troy trying to calm him down, circled to the left and the slug thumped her hard in the small of her back. She was thrown to 17's feet, dead.

This is when all hell broke loose.

Bending a grabbing the scapul from the doctors body, in mid crouch the Hitman send a spinning blade towards Silvo, carrying a two handed rifle and with little defence, the sniper had little chance of avoiding the on coming projectile.

[Silvo]

Silvo cursed under his breath as the bolt struck a nurse, recoiling for another shot. The havoc being caused screened Silvo's vision, not allowing him to see a scalpel heading towards his shoulder.

Coming out fo nowhere from under one doctor's shoulder, it made its flight towards his neck, which would have ended his life. However, moving on reflexes, his head jerked to one side, causing the blade to imbed itself into Silvo's shoulder. He grunted loudly in pain and put his hand by the handle of the scalpel, leaving it in since it was partially stuck in his collar bone.

Looking up, Silvo saw a few doctors who circled the man leap out and bum-rush him, closing the distance so that the man could not make a wide punch.

Trying to raise his left arm, a pain seared through his whole shoulder, as a way of telling him that he could not use that arm. Reaching across his hip, he whipped a pistol out of his belt and pointed it at the man who was wrestling with the doctors, and fired off 3 well aimed, succesive shots.

[Jimmy]

It was him, the man who had begun this whole messy situation in the first place, the man that had beaten all the life out of him before the bacta tank. It was the bastard security gaurd. But Troy knew this was no average gaurd, this was somone trained as a marksman.

Knew where to hit, knew what to hit.

Pulling out a pistol blaster was the least of Troys worries as a barrage of hospital staff ran at him to restrain him, thankfully enough the other guy with the blaster helped unwillingly.

Three of the five shots hit two doctors which took them out of the fight right away, the other two shots stupidly hit the bacta tank. The force of the water pushed over the gang of hospital staff and Troy at the same time spillng the group over onto the glass trodden floor.

The water quickly rushed for Silvo.

[Silvo]

Silvo's shots were not aimed well enough and he sucked in air as the bolts hit the bacta tank. Looking at his surroundings for a moment, he realised that he still was standing in the doorframe and jumped backwards, moving out of the way in time to avoid most of the liquid's force, but was still knocked over by it.

The solution dispersed itself on the ground in both the, creating a slippery surface which made it hard to stand. Silvo, favoring his right side, used the wall to stand and balance himself and moved towards the doorframe, glancing in to see where the bacta had taken the man.

[Jimmy]

Before Silvo had a chance to get his bearings on the new situation, Sean was already moving towards the defibrilator that had been plugged in seemingly for the now dead patient on the table, the staff had forgotten him in the confusuion and his heart stopped, dead.

Sean was fast in situations like this and needed no opertunity to do anything in in power to crack anything in his path, this time, Silvo. Switching on the machine he intended to use and in the same instant climbing up onto the plastic covered durasteel table he kicked the defibrilator away from him and it toppled into the liquid of the bacta sending in the speed of sound, a electric current enough to put Silvo out for good.

[Silvo]

By the time the man had dropped the defribulator, Silvo was gone. Glancing out into the room, Silvo saw the man run to the defribulator and knew his plans. Turning quickly, he ran off as fast as possible and turned a corner as he heard the sparks and short circuting of the computers in the room. The lights above him flickered, flashed out, and slowly powered themselves on again, from the backup power. The security guards would be there soon, and Silvo needed only to keep him occupied for the time being.

Walking with his gun ready, he turned the corner once more, and saw the leg of a man sticking out of the room. Probably a doctor who didn't get out in time. Spada stayed out of the water's edge, standing on the opposite wall and leaning to look into the room once more. If he was still there, he was trapped by the electric current.

[Jimmy]

Silvo was right, 17 was trapped.

Looking around quickly for an opertunity to get out of the room Troy was starting to feel a slight pain where his wound was still repairing itself without the help of the Bacta. Without the soothing Bacta, Troy would be in pain again and Silvo could pretty much do what he wanted again.

Not again, not today.

A few feet away, just out of 17's reach was a equiptment trolly. On the top of the trolly was a host of cutting equiptment and items Troy could no doubt use in the way of getting Silvo out of the equasion, but it was just out of reach, just a finger lenghs away.

He had the get that Trolly.

Taking care, and looking back so often to see if the Silvo gentleman was coming back, which unknown to Troy was impossible because the bacta spread up the corridors enough to not let silvo get near enough to the ward, Sean ripped the drip line from the dead patients arms and disconnected it carefully from the main drip tower, careful not to touch to metal. 17 then proceeded to loop one end of the tube and turn it into a make shift lasso which he intended to throw and loop over one of the four push turrets that was connected to eatch corner of the trolly.

He tried the first time and missed, only by centermeters did it avoid being looped. The second time it narrolwy missed again but this time further away. Thethird time however it looped over the right hand turret and Troy began to pull the trolly in.

It was hard work pulling a heavy trolly through a foot of Bacta and in many instances the Trolly nearly toppled, in those instances a few pieaces of equiptment Troy deemed usefull fell into the Bacta and sizzled happily. Eventually however the cart was with him, taking the equiptment off he used the drip line as a makeshift belt wrapping the tube around his waiste and then stuffed some of the items down to be held tightly by the tubing.

Taking out a scalpul Troy began to cut away a lengh of plastic on the table so he could place on the trolly, he was going to use the trolly as a mode of transport out of the electrical area of Bacta.

[Silvo]

Silvo tried to get a good view of the room, but the bacta was too much of a risk. Getting back behind the corner, he waited in hiding to hear any of Troy's attempts to exit the room.

As he sat, listening carefully, he heard the elevator open and heard a few voices. Some security guards had arrived, and Silvo did not want to be noticed with a gun in the hospital. Pulling out a small paper, he wrote on it 'stay out of the bacta' and ran off, turning a corner just as 3 guards turned the corner to the hallway he was in.

Hiding against the wall, he held his breath as the guards walked about a foot from him, and when they turned the corner and picked up the note, Silvo ran father down the hallway to god-knows-where, hoping to reach the other side of the hallway he was in.

[Jimmy]

Suddenly the three man turned to see a trolly with a man laying back down upon its top roll out from the Bacta infested room with enough speed to propell himself out of the reach of the clear healing liquid.

The dead lay everywhere, it was simply a killing field, the elctric had killed just about every medical staff member in the room when it happned.

' Do not move and i will not hurt you...' Troy said, the three men stood still and one man even stood, his mouth a'gape. Getting down from the trolly and onto the safe Bacta free tiles of the outter corridor, Troy inclined his head into a short bow and then turned to bolt down the corridor towards the elevator, two knife impliments in both hands, ready to catch Silvo if he got within his way.

[Silvo]

Silvo took a few steps and suddenly heard a commotion in the hallway. Running back, he hid behind the corner and watched the exchange.

'Stupid cowardly guards...' thought Silvo to himself

Keeping his back against the wall, the man ran by him and Silvo heard one guard say into his commlink,

"Call the police, lock down the exits, and cut the power down here. The man has escaped."

Silvo ran down the hallway, trying to catch up to the man, thinking to himself,

'That won't be enough to stop him. Man, all this work and I don't even know his name yet...'

Silently sliding a vibroblade about 2 1/2 feet long off a covered scabbard on his back, he continued to run to find the man who had ruined his job.

[Jimmy]

WHAM!

Suddenly Silvo impacted with something hard and he was sent tumbling head over heals down the corridor with what momentum he had left from the run. Along with the impact a audible crack sounded, something had cracked. And cracked badly.

A few moments before all this Troy could also hear the talking down to corridor and he could hear somone's footsteps running down the corridor after him. It was better to take the chaser out rather than keep running from him and so Troy had slipped into a room where thankfully enough the door opned outwards into the corridor rather than the room.

It was a simple case of operning the door open at the right time and for Sean it was a little off. If Silvo had been running on the right side of the corridor it would have taken him strait in the face and knocked him clean out not to mention broken bones, unfortunetly, and fortunetly for Silvo the sniper was running just within the center of the corridor and the door struck the right side of his body, twisting him up and making him fall, not to mention that loud crack.

[Silvo]

Silvo was running half-speed when suddenly the door next to him swung open and blocked his way. He could not stop, and his shoulder rammed into his side, sending a shockwave of pain through his body. As he fell, he heard a crack and moaned out in pain. Looking to his already injured collar-bone, he saw that it was cracked in half.

'At least its a clean break." thought Silvo to himself, grabbing his vibroblade which he dropped and keeping his eyes on the door so he could defend himself.

Keeping his shoulder immobilized, he tried to move his fingers but they felt like lead and he could not.

[Jimmy]

Quickly running from behind the door Sean dropped to the floor, rolled twince and landed next to Silvo, a scalpal at his adams apple. His face was hard and at the slightest twitch Silvo would have a slither of metal in his throat.

' Whats your name?' Sean demanded, patting down Silvo for weapons.

[Silvo]

Silvo's arm prevented him from batting the man's scalpel away, but he was not about to break because of the scalpel.

"Who the frell cares. Now if you're going to do something, then do it and stop wasting your frelling time."

Silvo remained still as he said this, thinking of ways to escape the situation he was in.

[Jimmy]

' Not today, i'll enjoy hunting you on my own turf!' He said casualy before raising the scapal and throwing it into the room he had just exited. ' Im sure you and i shall meet again'

Rolling away from Silvo, Troy stood, knowing he had just badly damaged silvos shooting arm. Troy walked into the lift which was on a few feet away, pressed a button and waved as the doors closed.

They would meet again alright, Troy would make sure of it.