Friends and Nemeses

Monty will make them sweat, allowing them to react rashly under the circumstances. "Don't worry, ladies. They'll come to us." he says with a wink and a grin.

"Crap," Anjali mutters under her breath. "We're in no shape for this.".

She hunkers down under cover, getting her fusion cutter ready; the only thing that might be used as a weapon. She tries to focus her breathing and build up some stamina for the imminent clash.

"Tell me about it. I feel like I might pass out any minute now." Alamy focuses on the opposition. "If only there weren't so many. I can sometimes... slip by folks. Not sure how it works; I kind of cloud their minds, I guess. But not for this many." Alamy drops to her belly, still hidden behind the crates but with a clear view of the goons. She asks Monty, "Don't suppose you can actually call in a squad car or something? Sirens, lights, the whole shebang?"

As you hunker down sixkiller and the individual who ran into the control room reemerge. They along with the others begin to flee further into the factory.

Monty gives the others a look and a grin, then advances towards the control room. He looks down at his pistol. "This room might have some stock weaponry we can use. We also might be able to do more things from this control room like use cameras and communications."

"Well, here goes nothing." Alamy follows Monty's lead, moving as close as she can to the control room.

Hell moves up with the group keeping an eye on the fleeing targets. Monty, shouldn't we go after them?

Anjali follows, keeping the group between her and the fleeing suspects, just in case they attempt any pot shots.

Entering the control room you find various monitors displaying the status of the plant. Taking a moment to look around you find what appears to be a security monitoring system to the side, but it has been disabled.

"Damn!" Alamy spits. "Unless someone can get this thing back up and running—and fast—we should keep going."

Anjali gives it a quick look. "I can probably get it going, but is this what you want us to spend our time doing, Monty? Those jerks are getting away."

Then remembering her lack of weaponry, she looks around some more: "These guys didn't leave some blasters behind, by any chance?"

@Anjali "I was hoping there was something up here like a security locker with stun rifles. Best we maintain pursuit. That Sixxkiller is a crack shot with a rifle, we can't let him get set up anywhere or he'll pin us down with rifle fire. Let's go!" says Monty.

"I'm a pretty good shot too we just need to get within range!
Hell jumps down over the railing of the stairs landing below the others follow down getting a climbs of the fleeing targets as they make their way further into the plant. Long operating machines buzz along producing their product and obscuring the view. The group seems to have split apart and sixkiller heading deeper into the bowels of the plant.

As the group runs forward a few of them close to within close range of Sixkiller you here him yell [color#600000]"You will never catch me![/color]

This damn guy won't give up. Anjali's impatience with this situation is building up, and she thinks how much she'd love something to leap in that guy's path and smack him. Sure enough, a nearby chair suddenly scoots itself right in his way!

Sixkiller attempts valiantly to avoid the chair but being nearly surrounded he is unable to veer sufficiently colliding into and falling to the ground. Within moments the group is standing around him. Hell with his blaster pulled standing a safe distance back and pointed directly at sixkiller.

"Look out for that chair!" quips Monty as he sets his blaster to stun. "I will chair-ish this moment for a LONG time!!"

Six killers weapon flies from his hand as he is engulfed by the stun bolt as he collapses to the floor unconscious.

Alamy runs over to the fugitive's weapon and grabs it. "Now what? Do you arrest him or whatever?"

"Great, hold on." AAA pulls a datapad from her satchel and begins snapping images. "This'll be great for my report."

A blaster blot rips through the group striking Sixkiller in the face. The smell of smoldering flesh drifts up to your nostrils and the sound of a now headless body flopping around fills your ears.

"BLAST!!! Where did THAT come from???!!! This is becoming a recurring theme!" Monty will try to take cover, despite failing his roll. He intends to search the body when given a chance.

"What the—" Alamy scans for the shooter but sees nothing. "Kriff!" She finds a nearby crate and crouches behind it. "Where did that come from?"