[It's a good play. The steely clench of nerves seize in his chest again, but it keeps his mind heightened and focused on what he's going to have to do. A lot rests on this. Their lives, as well as the life of an important Morningstar operative, along with whatever information UNA intends to obtain from her. A situation he never thought he'd come to find himself volunteering to carry out. Not that there's time to wonder if this is where he's supposed to be, if this is something he can do, and why these people - Fitz, Markus, Peggy, all blindingly capable - would trust him to handle it on word alone. Maybe they're out of their minds, too, just as he feels.
Maybe he's thinking about someone else completely.
Cain takes in a deep breath at that gesture. He points two fingers down, a sweeping motion to signal direction.] drop me from the top
[Like Fitz did before to split the soldiers' formation, this time purposeful for what he wants to try. The window of time is narrow, and he'll have to utilize his own power almost at once.
As soon as that hole opens in the ground, shearing through a picture of the world from a strange and upended angle, he clicks his gun off stun and leaps in. Cain's boots land on the single soldier's shoulders, bearing him down flat with all the weight of his body. In the same moment he triggers the flash of power, blue glow masked beneath layered clothing, and takes out a sizable chunk in the armor of a chestplate while landing across the lower half of the soldier's body.
It's only a matter of aiming his gun into the gap and pulling the trigger. (Chest, back, head. Any would do.) The sound is a sick dull thud, and he realizes the bullet hasn't exited the other side due to the density of the armor, like shooting a watermelon in a steel bowl. Blood begins to leak from the entry point, though, and Cain sees that - bright red in the reflection from the window, very much human.
The Oh, fuck is audible to everyone in the room, including the soldiers who whirl on him all at once, drawn by death in the ranks.]
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Maybe he's thinking about someone else completely.
Cain takes in a deep breath at that gesture. He points two fingers down, a sweeping motion to signal direction.] drop me from the top
[Like Fitz did before to split the soldiers' formation, this time purposeful for what he wants to try. The window of time is narrow, and he'll have to utilize his own power almost at once.
As soon as that hole opens in the ground, shearing through a picture of the world from a strange and upended angle, he clicks his gun off stun and leaps in. Cain's boots land on the single soldier's shoulders, bearing him down flat with all the weight of his body. In the same moment he triggers the flash of power, blue glow masked beneath layered clothing, and takes out a sizable chunk in the armor of a chestplate while landing across the lower half of the soldier's body.
It's only a matter of aiming his gun into the gap and pulling the trigger. (Chest, back, head. Any would do.) The sound is a sick dull thud, and he realizes the bullet hasn't exited the other side due to the density of the armor, like shooting a watermelon in a steel bowl. Blood begins to leak from the entry point, though, and Cain sees that - bright red in the reflection from the window, very much human.
The Oh, fuck is audible to everyone in the room, including the soldiers who whirl on him all at once, drawn by death in the ranks.]