Timed Run: Deus Ex 01

I'm trying a shorter format. We'll see how it works out.

JC Denton stared at the body of the UNATCO grunt in front of him. The man had offered him contraband he had discovered. Ammo, and a scope, the latter far out of his price range. Denton had a vague idea he could've talked the man out of both by threatening to report him to his superior for attempting to sell gear found in the field instead of turning it in. Still, the sudden impulse that had made him raise his crossbow right after the soldier turned his back-

Denton shook his head. No time for recriminations; he had a mission to complete.

The soldier's name was Benes, said his tag, and all he had on him was some 10mm ammo. Not even the darts he had claimed to have, much less a high-powered scope. Benes had probably been planning to take his creds, if he had had them, and then step around the corner to "fetch the scope" and never return. It wasn't like JC could complain about not getting a scope he wasn't supposed to have.

Benes was not a very nice person at all, Denton thought, as he dragged the guard's body into the shadows.

My sister seems personally offended that I didn't consult her on the combat in inPrototype.

Y'know, what with her black belt and experience in several martial disciplines and all.

Timed Run: Deus Ex 02

He had been nearly at the end of the training course when everything started to go wrong.

So he walked into the final room. Unlike its predecessors, it was mixed. Guns, stealth, hacking, a little bit of everything. He had seen the robot at the far end of the room, picked up a few boxes and threw them into the canal crossing the room, then picked up a box full of explosives, which promptly slipped out of his hands and exploded.

Butterfingers.

In addition to that pain, there was the emotional pain of Reyes informing him about a second after he nearly blows himself to Kingdom Come to be careful with the TNT boxes. (Quite the joker, that Jaime. Ha ha.) Then there was the sentry bot noticing him and stomping over to have a look-see. And then a shoot-see. And suddenly, Denton was in more pain than he had ever imagined. Luckily, the robot had apparently been programmed to start firing rubber bullets when he reached a certain pain threshold, so he was only in agonizing pain instead of, y'know, dead. Ironically, he really, really wanted to be dead all of a sudden.

Somehow, he managed to gather up the multitool and pistol someone had oh-so-cleverly stashed behind columns, and lower the bridge across the canal. He had managed to do so despite not being able to feel his arms and legs, but exactly how was a question he would leave to greater, less-concussed minds than his. He opened the exit door and slumped out.

Denton was proud of himself for not crying out in the room, beyond a grunt or two. Then he imagined what his brother would say, and groaned. Paul was never going to shut up about this.