Glein
Vaigarin Elder
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Medusa Expanse - 011030:6 (Sirris II, Sanctuary)
Obsidian City
After her coming on board, being introduced to the other, it was by unspoken rule that Soap and Soo-jin be kept apart due to the heat just about everyone could feel coming from the pair whenever they were in proximity of each other. Admittedly, the heat primarily came from Soap as opposed to equally.
But right now, the pair of them were sitting in a dive bar together, waiting on word for a job or a contract. And since everyone else was busy at the moment, and Soap had zero desire to drink alone, she begrudgingly brought Soo-jin along. Even if the human didn't drink, at least there'd be someone present to drag her home if needed. As it was, there was already one empty whiskey bottle next to the foxmod's elbow as she sat at the small table near one end of the bar. Not quite a corner, but still a good fighting position if needed.
There hadn't been much said between the two since they stepped off the ship, Like they just happened to be going the same way at the same time. Which suited Soap at the moment.
Soo-Jin sat across from her new companion. Her boots rested atop the table and her hair messily scattered across her face as her green eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above. She had been surprised that Soap had asked her to go out drinking and felt obliged in the hopes to maybe break the ice with her new boss. Not wanting to have her new boss feel alone in her drinking, she held a glass lazily in one hand, albeit upside down. Even though Soo-Jin didn’t drink, she felt awkward not at least having a glass in hand. “So…..” Her voice trailed off somewhat, losing her thought. “You come here often…?”
Soap glanced over, and snorted. "Nope. You?" She replied, simply and matter of factly. Probably one of the few benefits of being a genemod. The much higher tolerance to alcohol, though Soap could think of one or two who'd been in her unit that were most likely lightweights. Not that she'd seen them since they had gone into cryo during the War.
Half paying attention to the reply Soo-Jin attempted to blow some of her hair out of her eyes and gave up with a half laugh, half sigh and began to sit up straight. “You know drinking that stuff will kill you just as fast as being a career sapper.” Soo-Jin brought her eyes level to look Soap in the eye before reaching into her jacket with a wink and pulling out a white and red colored vial that read WARNING: COMBAT USE ONLY. TAKE ONLY ONE PER 72 HOUR PERIOD. She gave a chuckle as she popped the top.
"Just as fast as popping stims for fun can." Soap shot back, rolling her eyes. "At least this stuff is intended to be handled for fun." She said, raising the half full glass of whiskey in her hand. "And it's rude not to partake in the bar's drinks when you go to one." She continued, slugging the drink back. Letting out a content breath, the fox leaned back herself, twin tails swaying behind her.
Soo-Jin's brow wrinkled slightly as she contemplated Soap’s words for a brief moment before apparently realizing she didn’t care. She slowly rolled up her left sleeve showing a race track of injection marks. The marks had been connected together with a marker to create a lemniscate at some point in time.Soo-Jin with a practiced motion quickly jabbed herself the the injector and her bright green pupils dilated and hazed over in an instant with her whole body relaxing. This was in contrast to what the stimulant should have done Soo-Jin had just injected herself with 300 milligrams of adrenaline and a cocktail of unknown chemicals. “You know what Cap? Food doesn't sound half bad. We should get some snacks! You want chips? I want chips.” Her words bubbled out of her mouth and without waiting for her companion’s reply she waved down a waitress.
Soap sighed while shaking her head. Seriously, how the actual hell did Soo-Jin not keel over dead from the near constant use of stims that she did. Especially combat stims! Nonetheless, she figured some food wasn't the worst idea. "I'll take the mozzie sticks. Doubt they'll be any good, but never know." She replied, watching as a Onikari waitress walked over, and took the pairs orders. The lady looked more exhausted than anyone else in the bar, but at least it seemed she'd made enough of a point that no one harassed her as she walked back to the bar counter to place the order.
If anything, Soap was just trying to keep things nice and quiet. She really didn't care for Soo-Jin, not for anything she'd done, but just, what she represented in Soap's mind. Especially since she kept wearing that damned Eridandi flight suit with the captain's bars on it still. "So, when you getting some actual clothes?" She asked, pouring herself another cup of whiskey from the bottle that lay between the pair.
“...Why bother?” Soo-Jin asked whimsically “I have like fifteen of these damn things, That's like clothes for a week! I think…?” as she made this statement she was attempting to count on her fingers how many days were in a week. Her face became serious for a brief moment, her eyes had fallen onto the unit patch on the breast of her uniform overcoat. Her next words came out in a low whisper “Besides, it's a good reminder of the past…” She then looked up with a face of confusion, somewhat forgetting where she was as the stims were now at full swing.
"A past most of us don't want to think about or, more importantly, forget entirely. Especially when it's a reminder that you and your kind didn't have to get thrown into the meat grinder because your types were too 'valuable' to risk in combat." Soap replied, venom dripping in every word as she finally aired out the reason she didn't like Soo-Jin's choice of things. "After all, they could just make more of us, what'd it cost them? A few months of food rations? Ha! That was nothing to them."
Soo-Jin flinched at Soap’s words; they felt like white hot daggers stabbing into her chest. Out of instinct she began to reach into her jacket once again and thumbed an all too familiar vial. She did not like the way this conversation was going. “Yeahhhh… So uh bad news…” Soo-Jin was looking for an out even if it meant still causing anger even if it meant she had to lie. “I forgot my scripts back on the ship…”
Soap snorted. "Because of course you would. You pop stims like an addict after all." Soap sniped, not really bothering the hide her distaste for the situation. "I'll cover our tab. I was the one who wanted to drink after all." She stated like a pissed off sergeant she was. Or at least, used to be.
Soo-Jin very quickly recovered and brightened up with an uncharacteristic smile. She was glad that her distraction had worked. “So does that mean I can order more food?” She bobbed her head up and down in child-like excitement, her glasses almost slipping off the tip of her nose. “Because I hear there’s a real steakhouse about three klicks up the road! I’ve been dying to try it!”
Soap narrowed her eyes. "Dive Bar. Only." She pointedly explained in very simple words for Soo-Jin's sake. "Besides, we're riding thin on our funds as it is. Otherwise I'd have hit a much better bar in the Park District. They even have one of the local dragon people working as a bar tender there." she said, sighing. "Mein Gott, the booze they have there just seems all the better there." She groaned.
Soo-Jin lowered her green eyes in disappointment and let out a sigh. “You know I have a bottle of some of the good stuff back on the ship yeah? Brewed by a very close friend of mine. It’ll get you going in just a few sips.” Soo-Jin finally put the glass she had been holding back down on the table near the edge making sure to place it upside down causing it to look like it might fall with a slight breeze. “I’d be more than happy to share it with you.”
"Are you sure Olyv hasn't already filtched it for money and forgotten to tell the rest of us?" Soap deadpanned in response to Soo-Jin's comment about the bottle of 'good stuff'.
Soo-Jin gave a dismissive wave at Soap’s words. “Olyv knows better than to take that bottle, as for anything else in my cabin it's free game. Nothing I can’t replace or live without” She gave a knowing smile aimed at her poor drinking buddy and in a sly tone replied “You on the other hand might want to check for all your things~”
"I'm sure if she were to try and filch anything of mine, she'd know she'd get thrown out the airlock so fast that the hatches would have time to finish cycling. Without a suit." Soap stated with the firm intent of doing just that if Olyv did in fact try and filch anything out of her cabin.
Soo-Jin gave a loud enough laugh to grab the attention of the few patrons of the bar. “That’s if you could catch her first~. She can be really slippery when she wants to be!” Finally noticing that her glasses were about to fall off of her face Soo-jin attempted to adjust them back into place only to lose her balance and fall out of her chair with a thump. “Oh dude! There’s free gum and used condoms under here!”
Soap groaned and pinched her nose oh so very carefully as though the act of doing so would help alleviate the headache she could feel coming. Thankfully, at just that moment, the waitress returned with a tray loaded down with their food. The Onikari woman looked at Soo-Jin on the floor, rolled her eyes and just walked away. Just another night for her.
Soap on the other hand, picked up one of the deep-fried sticks. "Huh, smells like actual cheese. The fuck." She commented.
Reaching a hand up from off the ground, Soo-Jin managed to fumble a mozzarella stick between her finger and her thumb and in a split second threw it into her mouth. Very quickly realizing her mistake Soo-Jin jumped up in pain and started fanning her open mouth. “Be careful that shit is so fucking hot!” After swallowing she gave a pained thumbs up towards Soap. “That is 100 percent real cheese we’ve got there Cap! I thought that the pre-chewed gum and gross ass floor were all this place had to offer!” She must have offended the bartender because he gave the duo a grimace.
Soap rolled her eyes at Soo-Jin's little stunt, but gave the stick a quick dip in the provided sauce, and couldn't help but grimace herself as she bit into it. "Skip the sauce." She remarked, eyeing the red stuff like it was almost a poison. "The sticks themselves are great, with real cheese. The sauce? Exodus Ship Food Replimat." She said, effectively saying that it lacked flavor, had a texture akin to cardboard, and was nutritionally complete to keep you working at full capacity.
“Oh it aint that bad!” Soo-Jin laughed from the floor. As she stood up she dipped a finger into the sauce, scooping out a rather large bit of the red substance. With a smirk she popped her now sauce covered finger into her mouth and savored the taste with a satisfied grin. “See?” She boasted loudly. “Tastes great!”
"You clearly have a better tolerance for cardboard than I do." Soap replied, shaking her head. Nonetheless, she continued to enjoy her mozzarella sticks while Soo-Jin's chips sat on the table in front of her seat. "Your chip's getting stale." She stated, gesturing with one of the breaded sticks at the items in question.
Soo-Jin looked whimsically at the chips she had ordered. “Oh yeaaaahhhh, those look good…” She slowly began to meticulously stack a pile of chips just tall enough to barely fit into her mouth and without missing a beat she attempted to shove the entire stack into her mouth. However, overestimating herself she ended up gagging and coughing sending bits of chips into the back of another patron’s head.
"OI!" Came the growled displeasure of said patron, as they turned around to find out who was spewing into his head.
Soap groaned and pinched her nose. "Oh for fuck's sake..." She groaned, expecting this to turn south now. Why is it she couldn't visit a dive bar without some kind of scuffle breaking out?
“Oi!?” Soo-Jin mocked with a friendly smile. “What’s it to ya? Mind yer own fuckin’ bussines! I'm trying to kill myself with some chips and you got yourself caught in the crossfire! My bad!” With this the man stood up and lumbered over to stand looking down at the small in comparison human. The moose-mod stood two heads taller than Soo-Jin, his face scarred from an unknown number of battles. “Wait a minute…” The man growled. “Yer Jin ain’t cha? Boss has been lookin fer ya. Big bounty on…” before the man could finish his sentence four loud cracks deafened the entire bar. As the man fell to the ground, Soo-Jin's silent and cold stare looked across the rest of the bar as she reloaded her Cherub revolver with APHE rounds.
"You just emptied your entire cylinder... into his chest. At point blank range." Soap deadpanned, looking at the moment. The whole bar had fallen silent, the barkeep reaching under his counter while the waitresses either shuffled to the back room or readied themselves to fight.
The 3 other moose-mods that had been at the table of the now deceased moose-mod began to stand up, reaching into their clothes. Soap drew her own M15 Cerberus, the tri-barrel variant to Soo-Jin's M14 Cherub. "Soo-Jin, this whole mess is coming out of your paycheck for your next job." She stated flatly.
Everyone's eyes quickly snapped to the bar as the barkeep racked the slide on his... Oh fuck, that was a Dursani Type 45 40mm assault gun. "Anyone else want to cause a ruckus in my bar? Or you gonna be polite and take it outside?!" The barkeep growled.
Soo-Jin had her Cherub leveled at the other three moose-mods, her expression still cold. She reached over to Soap and grabbed her by the collar. Soo-Jin whispered to Soap “Cover your ears, close your eyes, grab onto the back of my shirt and get ready to run..” Then without warning Soo-Jin slipped her hand into her pocket pulling out a “9 banger” Flashbang. Deftly using her thumb she pulled the pin and lazily tossed it towards the bar and moose-mods.
Soap looked at Soo-Jin just before the 9-banger went off, and Soap cried out in pain as the device went off, hands clutching at the sides of her head, not even noticing that she'd smacked herself upside the head with her revolver, falling to her knees.
The moose-mods weren't much better, hands apparently having gripped and begun to draw out their weapons of choice, which were P3 Judges, all of which fell out of their hands and clattered to the floor. They collapsed holding their heads as well, though one had smacked his head on the table edge one his way down.
The Onikari barkeep and waitresses quickly covered themselves from the remaining 'pops' of the flashbang. In the distance, the sound of MP sirens could be heard rapidly approaching.
Without missing a beat Soo-Jin swiftly holstered her revolver and picked up Soap in a fireman's carry before making a full sprint towards the door. However Soo-Jin took a split second pause while passing the barkeep and threw him a small handful of script, the same script that she had lied to Soap about forgetting at the ship not even fifteen minutes earlier. She slammed into and out the front door. She had managed to carry Soap four blocks and ducked into an alley to catch her breath. Soo-Jin carefully lowered Soap to the ground, giving a once over making sure that the fox-mod was externally ok.
By the time Soo-Jin had finished running, Soap was starting to come to her senses, giving a low groan as she shook her head to get her head cleared of the fog that filled out. "You are definitely paying the bills on this whole miss with your next paycheck." Soap grunted, as she began to try and get herself off Soo-Jin's shoulders.
The sirens were quickly approaching the bar, and it seemed that the two had managed to, at least for now, escape notice. Though Soap didn't doubt it'd last. "You should have waited for him to attack you before shooting. We're taking your stims for the next two days." Soap declared, once on the ground.
Soo-Jin grunted in response, not really paying attention to Soap’s nagging. She peeked around the corner of the alley looking back towards the bar watching the local police force enter the bar they had just left. She silently stripped off her uniform overcoat and threw it into a nearby dumpster in an attempt to throw off the coming search party. “Ma’am we need to keep moving.”
Obsidian City
After her coming on board, being introduced to the other, it was by unspoken rule that Soap and Soo-jin be kept apart due to the heat just about everyone could feel coming from the pair whenever they were in proximity of each other. Admittedly, the heat primarily came from Soap as opposed to equally.
But right now, the pair of them were sitting in a dive bar together, waiting on word for a job or a contract. And since everyone else was busy at the moment, and Soap had zero desire to drink alone, she begrudgingly brought Soo-jin along. Even if the human didn't drink, at least there'd be someone present to drag her home if needed. As it was, there was already one empty whiskey bottle next to the foxmod's elbow as she sat at the small table near one end of the bar. Not quite a corner, but still a good fighting position if needed.
There hadn't been much said between the two since they stepped off the ship, Like they just happened to be going the same way at the same time. Which suited Soap at the moment.
Soo-Jin sat across from her new companion. Her boots rested atop the table and her hair messily scattered across her face as her green eyes stared blankly at the ceiling above. She had been surprised that Soap had asked her to go out drinking and felt obliged in the hopes to maybe break the ice with her new boss. Not wanting to have her new boss feel alone in her drinking, she held a glass lazily in one hand, albeit upside down. Even though Soo-Jin didn’t drink, she felt awkward not at least having a glass in hand. “So…..” Her voice trailed off somewhat, losing her thought. “You come here often…?”
Soap glanced over, and snorted. "Nope. You?" She replied, simply and matter of factly. Probably one of the few benefits of being a genemod. The much higher tolerance to alcohol, though Soap could think of one or two who'd been in her unit that were most likely lightweights. Not that she'd seen them since they had gone into cryo during the War.
Half paying attention to the reply Soo-Jin attempted to blow some of her hair out of her eyes and gave up with a half laugh, half sigh and began to sit up straight. “You know drinking that stuff will kill you just as fast as being a career sapper.” Soo-Jin brought her eyes level to look Soap in the eye before reaching into her jacket with a wink and pulling out a white and red colored vial that read WARNING: COMBAT USE ONLY. TAKE ONLY ONE PER 72 HOUR PERIOD. She gave a chuckle as she popped the top.
"Just as fast as popping stims for fun can." Soap shot back, rolling her eyes. "At least this stuff is intended to be handled for fun." She said, raising the half full glass of whiskey in her hand. "And it's rude not to partake in the bar's drinks when you go to one." She continued, slugging the drink back. Letting out a content breath, the fox leaned back herself, twin tails swaying behind her.
Soo-Jin's brow wrinkled slightly as she contemplated Soap’s words for a brief moment before apparently realizing she didn’t care. She slowly rolled up her left sleeve showing a race track of injection marks. The marks had been connected together with a marker to create a lemniscate at some point in time.Soo-Jin with a practiced motion quickly jabbed herself the the injector and her bright green pupils dilated and hazed over in an instant with her whole body relaxing. This was in contrast to what the stimulant should have done Soo-Jin had just injected herself with 300 milligrams of adrenaline and a cocktail of unknown chemicals. “You know what Cap? Food doesn't sound half bad. We should get some snacks! You want chips? I want chips.” Her words bubbled out of her mouth and without waiting for her companion’s reply she waved down a waitress.
Soap sighed while shaking her head. Seriously, how the actual hell did Soo-Jin not keel over dead from the near constant use of stims that she did. Especially combat stims! Nonetheless, she figured some food wasn't the worst idea. "I'll take the mozzie sticks. Doubt they'll be any good, but never know." She replied, watching as a Onikari waitress walked over, and took the pairs orders. The lady looked more exhausted than anyone else in the bar, but at least it seemed she'd made enough of a point that no one harassed her as she walked back to the bar counter to place the order.
If anything, Soap was just trying to keep things nice and quiet. She really didn't care for Soo-Jin, not for anything she'd done, but just, what she represented in Soap's mind. Especially since she kept wearing that damned Eridandi flight suit with the captain's bars on it still. "So, when you getting some actual clothes?" She asked, pouring herself another cup of whiskey from the bottle that lay between the pair.
“...Why bother?” Soo-Jin asked whimsically “I have like fifteen of these damn things, That's like clothes for a week! I think…?” as she made this statement she was attempting to count on her fingers how many days were in a week. Her face became serious for a brief moment, her eyes had fallen onto the unit patch on the breast of her uniform overcoat. Her next words came out in a low whisper “Besides, it's a good reminder of the past…” She then looked up with a face of confusion, somewhat forgetting where she was as the stims were now at full swing.
"A past most of us don't want to think about or, more importantly, forget entirely. Especially when it's a reminder that you and your kind didn't have to get thrown into the meat grinder because your types were too 'valuable' to risk in combat." Soap replied, venom dripping in every word as she finally aired out the reason she didn't like Soo-Jin's choice of things. "After all, they could just make more of us, what'd it cost them? A few months of food rations? Ha! That was nothing to them."
Soo-Jin flinched at Soap’s words; they felt like white hot daggers stabbing into her chest. Out of instinct she began to reach into her jacket once again and thumbed an all too familiar vial. She did not like the way this conversation was going. “Yeahhhh… So uh bad news…” Soo-Jin was looking for an out even if it meant still causing anger even if it meant she had to lie. “I forgot my scripts back on the ship…”
Soap snorted. "Because of course you would. You pop stims like an addict after all." Soap sniped, not really bothering the hide her distaste for the situation. "I'll cover our tab. I was the one who wanted to drink after all." She stated like a pissed off sergeant she was. Or at least, used to be.
Soo-Jin very quickly recovered and brightened up with an uncharacteristic smile. She was glad that her distraction had worked. “So does that mean I can order more food?” She bobbed her head up and down in child-like excitement, her glasses almost slipping off the tip of her nose. “Because I hear there’s a real steakhouse about three klicks up the road! I’ve been dying to try it!”
Soap narrowed her eyes. "Dive Bar. Only." She pointedly explained in very simple words for Soo-Jin's sake. "Besides, we're riding thin on our funds as it is. Otherwise I'd have hit a much better bar in the Park District. They even have one of the local dragon people working as a bar tender there." she said, sighing. "Mein Gott, the booze they have there just seems all the better there." She groaned.
Soo-Jin lowered her green eyes in disappointment and let out a sigh. “You know I have a bottle of some of the good stuff back on the ship yeah? Brewed by a very close friend of mine. It’ll get you going in just a few sips.” Soo-Jin finally put the glass she had been holding back down on the table near the edge making sure to place it upside down causing it to look like it might fall with a slight breeze. “I’d be more than happy to share it with you.”
"Are you sure Olyv hasn't already filtched it for money and forgotten to tell the rest of us?" Soap deadpanned in response to Soo-Jin's comment about the bottle of 'good stuff'.
Soo-Jin gave a dismissive wave at Soap’s words. “Olyv knows better than to take that bottle, as for anything else in my cabin it's free game. Nothing I can’t replace or live without” She gave a knowing smile aimed at her poor drinking buddy and in a sly tone replied “You on the other hand might want to check for all your things~”
"I'm sure if she were to try and filch anything of mine, she'd know she'd get thrown out the airlock so fast that the hatches would have time to finish cycling. Without a suit." Soap stated with the firm intent of doing just that if Olyv did in fact try and filch anything out of her cabin.
Soo-Jin gave a loud enough laugh to grab the attention of the few patrons of the bar. “That’s if you could catch her first~. She can be really slippery when she wants to be!” Finally noticing that her glasses were about to fall off of her face Soo-jin attempted to adjust them back into place only to lose her balance and fall out of her chair with a thump. “Oh dude! There’s free gum and used condoms under here!”
Soap groaned and pinched her nose oh so very carefully as though the act of doing so would help alleviate the headache she could feel coming. Thankfully, at just that moment, the waitress returned with a tray loaded down with their food. The Onikari woman looked at Soo-Jin on the floor, rolled her eyes and just walked away. Just another night for her.
Soap on the other hand, picked up one of the deep-fried sticks. "Huh, smells like actual cheese. The fuck." She commented.
Reaching a hand up from off the ground, Soo-Jin managed to fumble a mozzarella stick between her finger and her thumb and in a split second threw it into her mouth. Very quickly realizing her mistake Soo-Jin jumped up in pain and started fanning her open mouth. “Be careful that shit is so fucking hot!” After swallowing she gave a pained thumbs up towards Soap. “That is 100 percent real cheese we’ve got there Cap! I thought that the pre-chewed gum and gross ass floor were all this place had to offer!” She must have offended the bartender because he gave the duo a grimace.
Soap rolled her eyes at Soo-Jin's little stunt, but gave the stick a quick dip in the provided sauce, and couldn't help but grimace herself as she bit into it. "Skip the sauce." She remarked, eyeing the red stuff like it was almost a poison. "The sticks themselves are great, with real cheese. The sauce? Exodus Ship Food Replimat." She said, effectively saying that it lacked flavor, had a texture akin to cardboard, and was nutritionally complete to keep you working at full capacity.
“Oh it aint that bad!” Soo-Jin laughed from the floor. As she stood up she dipped a finger into the sauce, scooping out a rather large bit of the red substance. With a smirk she popped her now sauce covered finger into her mouth and savored the taste with a satisfied grin. “See?” She boasted loudly. “Tastes great!”
"You clearly have a better tolerance for cardboard than I do." Soap replied, shaking her head. Nonetheless, she continued to enjoy her mozzarella sticks while Soo-Jin's chips sat on the table in front of her seat. "Your chip's getting stale." She stated, gesturing with one of the breaded sticks at the items in question.
Soo-Jin looked whimsically at the chips she had ordered. “Oh yeaaaahhhh, those look good…” She slowly began to meticulously stack a pile of chips just tall enough to barely fit into her mouth and without missing a beat she attempted to shove the entire stack into her mouth. However, overestimating herself she ended up gagging and coughing sending bits of chips into the back of another patron’s head.
"OI!" Came the growled displeasure of said patron, as they turned around to find out who was spewing into his head.
Soap groaned and pinched her nose. "Oh for fuck's sake..." She groaned, expecting this to turn south now. Why is it she couldn't visit a dive bar without some kind of scuffle breaking out?
“Oi!?” Soo-Jin mocked with a friendly smile. “What’s it to ya? Mind yer own fuckin’ bussines! I'm trying to kill myself with some chips and you got yourself caught in the crossfire! My bad!” With this the man stood up and lumbered over to stand looking down at the small in comparison human. The moose-mod stood two heads taller than Soo-Jin, his face scarred from an unknown number of battles. “Wait a minute…” The man growled. “Yer Jin ain’t cha? Boss has been lookin fer ya. Big bounty on…” before the man could finish his sentence four loud cracks deafened the entire bar. As the man fell to the ground, Soo-Jin's silent and cold stare looked across the rest of the bar as she reloaded her Cherub revolver with APHE rounds.
"You just emptied your entire cylinder... into his chest. At point blank range." Soap deadpanned, looking at the moment. The whole bar had fallen silent, the barkeep reaching under his counter while the waitresses either shuffled to the back room or readied themselves to fight.
The 3 other moose-mods that had been at the table of the now deceased moose-mod began to stand up, reaching into their clothes. Soap drew her own M15 Cerberus, the tri-barrel variant to Soo-Jin's M14 Cherub. "Soo-Jin, this whole mess is coming out of your paycheck for your next job." She stated flatly.
Everyone's eyes quickly snapped to the bar as the barkeep racked the slide on his... Oh fuck, that was a Dursani Type 45 40mm assault gun. "Anyone else want to cause a ruckus in my bar? Or you gonna be polite and take it outside?!" The barkeep growled.
Soo-Jin had her Cherub leveled at the other three moose-mods, her expression still cold. She reached over to Soap and grabbed her by the collar. Soo-Jin whispered to Soap “Cover your ears, close your eyes, grab onto the back of my shirt and get ready to run..” Then without warning Soo-Jin slipped her hand into her pocket pulling out a “9 banger” Flashbang. Deftly using her thumb she pulled the pin and lazily tossed it towards the bar and moose-mods.
Soap looked at Soo-Jin just before the 9-banger went off, and Soap cried out in pain as the device went off, hands clutching at the sides of her head, not even noticing that she'd smacked herself upside the head with her revolver, falling to her knees.
The moose-mods weren't much better, hands apparently having gripped and begun to draw out their weapons of choice, which were P3 Judges, all of which fell out of their hands and clattered to the floor. They collapsed holding their heads as well, though one had smacked his head on the table edge one his way down.
The Onikari barkeep and waitresses quickly covered themselves from the remaining 'pops' of the flashbang. In the distance, the sound of MP sirens could be heard rapidly approaching.
Without missing a beat Soo-Jin swiftly holstered her revolver and picked up Soap in a fireman's carry before making a full sprint towards the door. However Soo-Jin took a split second pause while passing the barkeep and threw him a small handful of script, the same script that she had lied to Soap about forgetting at the ship not even fifteen minutes earlier. She slammed into and out the front door. She had managed to carry Soap four blocks and ducked into an alley to catch her breath. Soo-Jin carefully lowered Soap to the ground, giving a once over making sure that the fox-mod was externally ok.
By the time Soo-Jin had finished running, Soap was starting to come to her senses, giving a low groan as she shook her head to get her head cleared of the fog that filled out. "You are definitely paying the bills on this whole miss with your next paycheck." Soap grunted, as she began to try and get herself off Soo-Jin's shoulders.
The sirens were quickly approaching the bar, and it seemed that the two had managed to, at least for now, escape notice. Though Soap didn't doubt it'd last. "You should have waited for him to attack you before shooting. We're taking your stims for the next two days." Soap declared, once on the ground.
Soo-Jin grunted in response, not really paying attention to Soap’s nagging. She peeked around the corner of the alley looking back towards the bar watching the local police force enter the bar they had just left. She silently stripped off her uniform overcoat and threw it into a nearby dumpster in an attempt to throw off the coming search party. “Ma’am we need to keep moving.”