The second Bobo was down, there was a gunshot and the man behind him dropped with a wound through the skull. The threat made him sigh; it was always complicated when there was a third party on the field, especially when you did not expect them to be there. “I just saved your life, I think that’s good reason number one, but I’ve got a few more if you still need convincing. I’m Agent Galahad, it appears we’re after the same target. You want him dead, I want him dead. I don’t see any reason why we need to fight over it, I’d rather work together. You can call me your guardian angel. Wouldn’t you prefer to have the sniper on your side?”
Eggsy could see the entire room from his perch, including the woman Bobo arrived with. “Your partner’s alright, but she’s about to have some company. She’s behind the large crate to your right, you should get over there. I’ll buy you as much time as I can.” Two men came from around the corner, but the others ran for cover as Eggsy put them down one after the other in rapid succession.
Through his scope, he could get a good view of the faces, including the one that they were both searching for. “He’s with the group, right at the back. There’s about five of them guarding him, is that going to be a problem for you?”
“galahad like the knight huh?” bobo is quick to kneel down, checking the fresh body for weapons and ammo that he could use. it wasn’t often that their comms were hacked into and a knight with a sniper rifle offered to help. it sure as hell wasn’t in the handbook and neither was the way bobo was handling this mission. “it’d definitely make my life easier if i didn’t have to kill you too.”
checking the magazine, he’s reloading his pistol and straightening upright. a calming breath. count the number of threats, take aim, shoot. it was simple in his head but with an unfamiliar sniper in the mix he was reluctant to rush headlong into the fight. “copy,” he’s murmuring, shrugging out of his jacket and using it as a distraction for the coming fire.
olivia was capable of handling herself and seemed more annoyed and infuriated by the cover fire that came through the window. joining her, he’s motioning for the next crates closer to the back. “who is this kid that’s clogging our airwaves?” olivia hisses at him and he sighs, shaking his head. it’d be an argument for later.
“galahad, if you have a clean shot take it,” he’s murmuring low, watching olivia vanish into the shadows as she moved closer. the gun is forgone in favor of a knife as he leaps up, running over the crates and swinging himself up into the rafters. it’s enough to startle their target and have his men creeping closer, weapons drawn warily. there was a reason olivia and him worked so well, they knew each other and recognized without words when the signal to move was given.
she lunges from the side, slicing into a femoral artery and driving her blade into another man’s abdomen before using his body to shield herself from the next few shots. bobo drops down then, blade sinking into the shooter’s shoulder before it’s flung deftly to land between the last guard’s eyes.
“galahad, any time would be good!”
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