[Jacob]

*Setting: The warehouse seemed to groan in torment. Shadowcrawlers seemed to infest the place, their bright eyes glowing from every shadowy crevice. Once more the Shadowcrawler superior sat behind his desk, he smoked a lone cigar and blew the smoke out as he spoke. Infront of his desk stood the captured Orkhid. He was still bound and, now, gagged. The 'crawlers shifted uneasily, eager to know why this being was being kept alive.*

Shadowcrawler superior: "Bring the Delver..."

The Orkhids eyes seemed to blink slowly and he looked around, watching the blinking "stars". A cough was emitted from the back of the room and slowly, out of the darkness, sauntered a Delver. The creature was cloaked in red silk with its round black eyes peering from tiny gaps. It stepped through the crowd of 'crawlers, eyeing up the Orkhid from behind. As it neared it rolled the sleeves of the silk up, bearing its green hands. The nails were black and the wrists were decorated with silver armlets. Silently she stepped behind the creature and immediatly began her work...

*Setting: Her left hand rose and fell down gently on the beings left shoulder. Steadying it. Her right then rose and rested on its head. The Orkhid mumbled something, its ramblings muffled by the black rag stuck into its mouth.
*Sssszzzzccchhhh*
Pink electricity was emitted from the Delvers right hand, shooting out from the fingertips and going into the beings head. It jolted, stiffening for a brief moment. Urine stained its pants and ran onto the floor. She stepped away from the ever-growing puddle and continued her process. Only finishing when the creature could hardly stand.*

Delver: "Pass me the weapon..."

Her voice was soft and resembled that of a Welsh accent. She turned her head to the shadows situated on her right, watching as one of the beings stepped out with a missile. The superior wheeled his wheelchair back, allowing the creature to place the missile on the desk.

Shadowcrawler superior: "Work your magic...heh, heh."

The Delver nodded gently and pushed the Orkhid out of the way, ignoring it as it pined out, and letting it hit the cold ground. She then allowed her hand to gently hover the weapon...allowing it to feel its pressence.
*Beeping*
She dialed in a code that was on a small, green screen on the side of the missile. A humming sound then came from the back of it and a slate opened, showing another dialing pad. She proceeded to dial another number in. After she had pushed in the last button the slate sealed and the green screen had turned to red.

Shadowcrawler superior: "Is that good?"

The Delver looked up at him and shook her head slowly, pointing to the screen as a 30 second countdown started.

Delver: "This is the wrong missile. The code i recieved seems to be for a different one..."

She backed away, shaking her arms so the rolled up sleeves would fall back into place again. The superior snarled and rolled his chair back up to the desk. He then tapped at the screen, attempting to perform some miracle.

Shadowcrawler superior: "GET BACK HERE!!"

The Delver turned and ran towards the back of the warehouse, ignoring the calls of the beast.

Shadowcrawler: "Sir...Sir, we must go...!! Its counting down!!"

One of the creatures seemed to emerge from the shadows and grasp the handles of the wheelchair. Pulling him backwards. The other 'crawlers were scrabbling agiley up the walls and pillars, leaping from beam to beam, from rafter to rafter in an attempt to get to safety. As the superior was wheeled towards the exit, situated at the back of the building he reached underneathe his tartan quilt and scanned the area, his eyes piercing the darkness.

Voice: "Vhat iz goin' onn??"

The Russian accent seemed to cut through the rabble of squawks and screeches that was emitted from the other 'crawlers.
*Gunshot*

Shadowcrawler superior: "YOU GOT THE WRONG MISSILES...YOU IDIOT!!"

He shouted these words straight after he shot his nephew in the stomach. He watched as Alandos staggered backwards and rested onto a pillar. The 'crawler who was pushing him ignored this family feud and rushed past, pushing its boss to saftey.
*Gunshot*
The creature slowed. Its weight pushing down on the back of the chair and thus making the superior slowly tip backwards. Alandos had shot the lackey that was pushing his uncle to saftety, he was still resting on the pillar, his left hand grasping his wound and his right grasping the gun. He shot a second time, hitting the Shadowcrawlers mid-back and thus insuring it was dead.

Alandos: "Yoo...Yoo undrestimatedd mee...unkle...heh."

Blood seeped from his mouth and he closed one eye, aiming at his uncles head. Ready to kill...

*Setting: But as he did another figure seemed to leap from the darkness of the rafters. It slowly flipped in mid-air and landed in a crouching position. The creature was a Shadowcrawler, but a female. The back of its head graced with long tendrils that ran down to its mid-back. Its yellow eyes shone brightly as it stared at Alandos. Quickly it raised its arm up and just as quickly a silver-revolver shot out from a mechanical device equipped to its arm. The gun hit mid-palm and she grasped it professionally, taking aim at Alandos as he took aim at the superior.
*Booosh*
Before the rebellious nephew could do so much as blink, the bullet of the revolver had escaped the nozzle and shattered the top quartile of his skull. He sloaped backwards and into the darkness. The creature then let go of the gun and allowed it to shoot back into the device that was so appropiatly attached to her arm. She then turned and ran upto the superior and flung him over her shoulder. His legs were still frail, but there was no time to be gentle. The explosive device was about to go off and as she sped off towards the exits it erupted...*