By the time the loud scream of the sirens assaulted her ears, she knew it was too late. The sound of boots clamoring for her made her hands rush in a flurry of code. "Almost got it..." She was pleading with time. Please let this line... "Finished. Shit." Quickly, she ripped the power cord out of the wall, relieved. At least there wouldn't be a trace. Of course, now she had to deal with the bullshit in front of her. Where had Victor run off to, anyway?!

"I'm going to give you just the one warning, boys," she cooed at the five men who had appeared in front of her. As was obvious, they weren't pleased to find her in their organization's server room. She tensed, they tensed, and a cacophonous fight ensued. Viviane was able to take out three of them before the other two managed to snag her by the wrists and throw her to the floor. Her back ached already, those would be bruises tomorrow.

Blood streamed from one's nose where she'd gotten him with her elbow to his nose when he grabbed her. "Who sent you here?" Yeah, subtle. As if she'd tell him anything. "Eat shit," she hissed, her little childlike laugh being suddenly cut short by a knee coming into sharp contact with her gut. Her stomach churned from the pain, breath becoming an effort now. They twisted her wrists a little more, squeezing. It was starting to hurt. Her mind was racing, she'd gotten out of worse than this. But how?

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Finally, her knight in tardy armor alerted her to his presence by tackling the closest League liaison. "Damn and here I was having some fun," she chimed, an eerily cheerful grin replacing the painful distortion to her countenance. They'd definitely done a number on her by this point, taking turns shoving their knees and boots into her gut. Of course her mouth was a steel trap. For all her antics, Vivi knew when to keep her mouth shut.

Victor handled the other man with ease, poor guy was so rattled from seeing his buddy get wrecked would be her guess.

With one knee on the ground, and one hand clutching her bruising stomach, she took a few deep breaths in an attempt to regain her composure. "At least they didn't get my face... That's the money maker," she joked, trying to make light of the situation. That was always her fallback. When in doubt or in pain, just laugh it off. Victor grabbed her wrist then, tugging at her to leave. She winced in pain - the men had been twisting her wrist around so much it was likely sprained - but got off her ass and started rushing after him to keep up.

Everything looked the same, she wasn't sure if she'd legitimately forgotten the way out or if she was still half dazed. "I can't remember where the exit is, did you find a way out of here? We've gotta get scarce." He probably already knew that, but Vi wasn't one to assume. The sirens still screeched over them, announcing their intrusion to anyone within earshot of the building.

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Another group came on the offensive. Victor went straight for them, but Viviane took a moment to assess the situation. Fists were flying, but she heard more footsteps. Behind her came one more man, by himself. No backup? Pity for him.

Straightening up, Viviane did her best to ignore the ache in her gut. The man acted as if he was going to go after Victor while his back was turned, and she was having none of that. From behind the man, his fist was exposed brandishing a pipe. A weapon of opportunity. Raising it, he tried to swing. The girl reached out quickly, grabbing the guys arms and shoving them so the hit would miss. "Getting a guy from behind? That's some spineless shit, good sir," she cackled, eyeing the perpetrator.

Angered, he took another swing this time at Vi. She ducked at the last second, the pipe smacking her in the lower back, but it was too late. She'd tackled the man to the ground and wrestled the pipe from his hand. Using it, she knocked the grunt over the head and was pleased to see him stay down. Not dead, just knocked out.

Turning back, her eyes immediately found Victor. She struggled to her feet, hurrying to him as best she could. Like hell was she leaving his ass behind. She lowered herself to check him out, noting a few new wounds sprouting over his frame. "This can't be good, we've gotta find somewhere to hide..." she mused to no one in particular, her eyes inspecting his face. Nether one could fight much longer, so it would be best to be sneaky. Tucking her shoulder under his arm, she put her other hand behind his waist. Using her weight, she strained and tried to help him stand. They may move better together than separate. "There's a janitors closet around that corner. Let's move, before we have to dance with more of these goons," she offered, letting Victor set the pace.

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The situation was far from ideal, but at least in the supply closet they were safe. The back wall had rows of shelves filled with various cleaning supplies. An empty bucket sat on the floor, with a mop and broom leaning against the wall next to it. The air smelled faintly of bleach, like it had been used recently. Hopefully that meant no one would be trying to come in here for a while.

Her breath caught in her throat, she was trying to be as quiet as possible. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, she had begun to feel her injuries more. It took everything she had, but she would be damned to not withstand this until the two could get to safety. She wasn't sure who was holding who up, the pair sagging against each other for support. With his height, she only came up to his shoulder. The proximity made her blush, despite the situation. "We've gotta stop meeting like this," she whispered against his chest almost inaudibly.

Steps outside the closet door made her tense and silenced her breathing. She turned her face away from the door, hoping nothing would alert them to her presence. The bleach smell was masking it beyond the door, but one of them was bleeding. Based on the liquid she felt on the fingers clutching Victor's shirt, it was probably his.

Panic struck her. They needed to get out - now. They had to be smart about this. Viviane thought hard. How many more minutes until her distraction would go off?

The last bit of code she'd strung together was supposed to set off the fire alarm and sprinklers. In the confusion, she'd planned to escape. Of course, her brain was a bit foggy and well... She couldn't remember how long she'd set the timer for. She wouldn't ever admit it out loud, but she was worried for Vic. If he was bleeding, this didn't need to carry on any longer. Trying to be gentle in her vice grip on his body, she steeled herself. "Just a few more minutes and I'll get you out of here..." Stupid fire alarm, when would it start going off?!

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The sound of boots drawing closer made her mind go frantic. She couldn't let them take her, and she'd be damned if she let Vic get captured. Her body tensed up against his, her fight or flight instinct dialed all the way to 'fight like hell'. Hopefully the security guard would pass them right by. Of course, with her luck, she doubted it. They'd be an idiot not to check behind lucky door number one. It was the only hiding place in the entire area they could both fit.

Her hand clenched in his shirt, anticipation making a lump grow in the pit of her stomach. She hated this waiting game.

She turned her head slowly, so not to knock into Vic's forehead so close to her face, and tried to see in the sparse light if there was any weapon in here. Unfortunately there wasn't, so she would have to make due with the mop or broom if someone actually discovered them.

Quickly, in a burst of motion, the door flung open. The guard went to open his mouth to signal others, and Vivi sprung out of the closet and toward him. In the same motion, she grabbed the broom handle with one hand and knocked the object - a gun - out of the assailants hands. Using all of her body weight, she slammed his form to the ground and used her knees to pressure his arms into the tile floor. With both hands, she brought the broom handle to lay across his throat and began to push as hard as she could.

He struggled, but couldn't make a sound. The broom stick was cutting off his air supply. He struggled, but the way the smaller woman was sitting squarely on his chest made it almost impossible. Feet flailing, the man's writhing became more frantic. Her face was stone set, cold in absolution. She knew she had to do this, but that didn't make it suck less. Deal with the trauma later, girl, she urged herself, making sure her grip didn't slip.

After a few moments that felt like years, the struggling stopped. The man lay there, face slack on the cold floor. Viviane put her hand to his neck feeling for a pulse. It was there, just faint.

Eyes darted up towards the gun she had kicked away. She stood, slowly and deliberately, and walked to the gun to pick it up. Pulling back the top to reveal the chamber, she noted a bullet sitting there. Pushing the release, she was also pleased to find the magazine was full. Perfect. She would have to only use it if completely necessary, because the noise would alert everyone on the floor of their presence.

Sliding the gun into the back waistline of her shorts, she made her way over to Victor. She was concerned, that much was evident on her face. Her eyes roved over his form, trying to see if he had any injuries that would make walking difficult. "Are you alright? Can you walk?"

Then, like the but of a sick joke, the fire alarm sounded. Sprinklers showered rain down on the pair, and Viviane's face split into a grin. "That's our cue."

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Victor's expression was unreadable as he readied himself to go. Now that she had been so close to him in that closet, Vivi really noticed how oppressive his form was. He was built like a tank, towering over the girl. It was both comforting and ominous at the same time. Thankfully, he was on her team.

Certain he would be able to move on his own, she let her gaze level his for a moment before she reached behind her back to reveal the gun in her grip. She held it expertly. During her time in the crime sector, she'd had to accomplish a few unsavory tasks. Thankfully she hadn't been forced to kill anyone yet, but he didn't need to know that much.

Striding to the mouth of the door, she edged her shoulder around the corner with the gun poised in front of her face, close to her body. Ears picked up no sound. Eyes turned once more to the man behind her. "I don't think I hear anyone, but the sirens are so loud... What should we do?"

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