by Thaedael » Tue Jun 12, 2012 8:44 pm
The heavy oak of the table was getting pelted by the low caliber rounds, the silencer reducing the penetrating powers. The leather top of it continued to get shredded as Dax continued to take cover behind it. She looked up with him in terror, his mouth moving but no sounds registering. She shouted up into his face "I can't hear you, my hearing is gone" she said, hoping that he too was not deaf in the circumstances. More and more people continued to filter into the room, the mirror on the opposite wall giving a Dax a view of the men. They were clad in light blue-grey fatigues, leather hard points across their under suit. Over this they wore heavy assault armor, a mix of Kevlar and trauma plating, no identifiable traces of their allegiance or organization. Over this were slings, they were weighed down by at least sixty pounds of equipment, their form moving through the smoke as they approached Dax with assault rifles down. It was an L85A carbine, British origin.