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Meridiths Odd Encounter Sr Harriet 240415
One night on Guardian Lane, Meridith, a woman of considerable strength and emerging telekinetic abilities, finds herself in a dangerous altercation with several Syndicate operatives. The conflict escalates quickly as both sides engage in a dance of violence and strategy. Meridith, fueled by a primal resolve and heightened senses, manages to fight off the operatives with a mixture of physical combat and telekinetic force. In a decisive move, she disarms and incapacitates their vehicle, rendering it useless and trapping the operatives.
As the standoff outside her home draws to a close, a negotiation ensues. Meridith, standing her ground with rapier in hand, demands answers and learns that the Syndicate's interest lies in her unique bloodline, intending to run tests on her. Choosing mercy over further violence, she allows the operatives to leave but not without issuing a stern warning against further intrusion. The situation deescalates further when backup arrives, but not before an ambulance, mistakenly called to the scene, departs after realizing the report was a hoax. Alone, Meridith contemplates the evening's events, the threats neutralized but the fear for her and her unborn child's safety lingering. The Syndicate's visit leaves a lasting impact, yet Meridith's resolve remains unbroken, a testament to her strength and determination to protect her home and future.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRHarriet):SRHarriet)
[Sun Apr 14 2024]
On Guardian lane
The hard-packed dirt road is wide enough for two cars to passs but just barely. Along each side, the foliage has been left to grow as it will with no attempt to tame it or trim it for appearance. Overhead, the tree branches grow thicker than previous, causing more of the shade during the day and an even deeper darkness at night.
It is night, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Battle intensifying, the driver is adjusting his own tactics as Meridith seems to be fairly unpredictable. The initial surprise of the woman's tenacity and strength has worn off, and now he recognises the necessity of continuing strategies to combat her anger and strength. When she attempts to grab his throat, he reacts with an attempt to parry her hands with a goal to restrain her through joint locks with his own supernatural strength. Meanwhile, the tactical gear-clad guy who had been flanking Meridith sees an opening as she's focused so intensely on the driver. With deliberate caution, he is closing the distance between himself and the woman. His buddy takes notice of this fact, and then suddenly stops trying to prevent Meridith from choking him, letting those hands go straight for his neck. Over at the van, the first dude is now relaxing as much as he can, slumped near the radio with his breathing heavy as he can hear the fight in the distance.
Meridith grabs the man and twists, perhaps the sound, or smell of an opponent behind her catches her attention, she panics and attempts to throw the man, as a burst of telekinetic force instead empowers her body, she attempts to spring, straight towards her door.
Harnessing both physical strength and burgeoning telekinetic force, Meridith is an impressive woman. As she twists at the man's neck, he gags a little, choking some, but with the woman notices that the tactical clad man is coming up behind her, the driver is caught by further surprise when she's using him as a pivot to launch herself forward. The force of her action not only throws him off balance, but does manage to help Meridith with that unexpected speed. Stumbling backwards, the driver holds at his own throat and breathes deeply, trying to shake off the impact. With the tactical-clad man's stealthy approach foiled, he finds his target suddenly out of reach. His eyes track after Meridith's trajectory as she makes a break for her door, and then a split second later he's running after her, determined. Inside the van, the other man in black is closing his eyes, simply waiting for this all to be over and to be physically assisted.
Meridith throws her door open crashing inside as she snags her blade her blow, and tries to get a bracer on, then tries to wheel about for the door, not eager to fight in a trapped location.
Funny how a place of refuge can feel like a potential trap, but Meridith is a quick thinker, and it seems she is preparing for the next phase of this relentless confrontation. With her blade grabbed and a bracer secured, it appears she is ready to continue. The two men wait right outside the door. Their breathing is controlled, and bodies tensed for action, and barging in doesn't seem like the greatest plan since they do not know the layout of the home, nor what traps may be inside. The tractical-clad man opts to attempt communications first, calling out, "Meridith," without sounding overly hostile, trying to inject some sense of negotiation. "You're outnumbered, and we don't want to escalate this any more than you do." Night air heavy with tension, the quiet is only punctuated by the distant sounds of the forest. No sirens can be heard yet.
Meridith is a different kind of woman, blade composed. "Then leave, because, I promise you. You're going to start liking it less and less as you continue," she offers as she pulls her door open. "Bruises don't qualify for the casualty list," she explains. Her rapier is held up, a daring challenge, as if she were about to duel the man. "If you'd like to, step forward, or remain and I'll come to you."
Both Syndicate operatives stand just outside of Meridith's front door, preparing themselves for more confrontation, well aware that this woman cannot kill them. This assurance emboldens them, yet they remain cautious, understanding that Meridith's capabilities are not to be underestimated despite not being able to end their lives. The first operative, the tactical-clad man, holds a handgun and it is a sleek and modern, semi-automatic pistol equipped with a silencer. His grip on the pistol is firm and professional. With the weapon held low in a ready position, his finger is off the trigger, but he looks absolutely ready to discharge the weapon at a moment's notice. His companion, the driver, wields a combat knife with its seven inch blade made from a high-carbon steel having a serrated edge on one side, and a razor-sharp one on the other. This driver's stance is wide and low, and he has the knife held out to the side, ready to deflect or attack as the situation demands.
Meridith counts them then there is a low quiet moment where each side sits with the realization that either will allow the other to backdown but not they themselves. So, she lets out this slow easy exhale and allows the calm to replace the anxiety, the tension, the fear and uncertainty. There are many things that Meridith is afraid of, that she feels she does not do well. The many failures in her life hold a certain kind of doubt on her otherwise confident or outgoing nature. But in a fight it is the one place doubts vanish. Everything in the world just feels right in a way that it doesn't anywhere else.
The first strike is predictable, handgun. The man with the knife is thrown back with a blast of force, giving her space as she springs towards the man with the gun, her blade crashing down towards him with great might
Choreographed violence breaks out as the standoff reaches its tipping point, and Meridith embraces it easily. That predictable first move has the man with the handgun being the primary focus, and the other guy with his knife in hand holds a defensive posture, ready to support his partner, but in a split second, he's getting pushed back, and as the rapier is coming into contact with the gun, a shot cracks through the night as he pulls the trigger, but it misses the woman. The gunman reacts instinctively, attempting to pivot away from the blade, and metal clashes with metal as she strikes the handgun. Her movements knock it from his hands and render it useless as it clangs to the ground. Gunfire startles the dude in the van, but there is littler he can do to assist in his current condition.
Meridith is nimble, two opponents is fine, if you deal with them one at a time. She springs past the man and his gun, slashing out to either cut him and force him away as she begins to run toward the van.
Expertly disarming the gunman, Meridith has that blade flashing and conquering. The gunman is still recoiling from the force of her strike and the loss of his weapon. He grasps at his arm, feeling the sting of a shallow cut. Staggering back, he's moving back towards the van. Meanwhile, the driver is still recovering from the telekinetic shove that threw him back. His knife lies forgotten on the ground where he dropped it in the chaos. A flash of concern graces his facial features as he realises he is her next target and currently unarmed. Both men are retreating.
Meridith flies towards him at full speed, trying to close the distance to the van, blade flashing to try to cut into the wheel.
Dashing to the van, Meridith moves with undiminished speed, and her objective appears to be disabling the vehicle. The sharp sound of rending rubber pierces the night as her rapier cuts deep into the tyre, effectively deflating it with a loud hiss. It's rapid deflation causes the van to lurch slightly, its frame settling with a groan onto the sagging wheel. Former gunman and knife wielder watch this occur from a short distance away, and the gravity of the situation is sinking in. There is no immediate way to retreat now that their primary mode of transportation is now compromised. One man glances at the other, but no ideas are shared. Instead, they both look equally bewildered by the rapid turn of events. Inside the now unevenly stationed van is the first Syndicate man. He's still grappling with his injuries, but hearing the sounds the deflating tyre. Suddenly, any residual hope of driving away from this debacle vanishes. Their mission has gone awry, their equipment lost or rendered useless, and their tactical options are dwindling.
Meridith twirls her blade around, allowing a flourish of movement as she beckons to the two. "So, let's talk? Renegotiate?" she asks them slowly, she spares a glance in the window toward the third member of the party. "I'm pretty exhausted with this, not physically, mind you. If you want to dance, I'll do it. But...I think I'll take one of you as punishment. Sanctuary protects...against death." She smiles sweetly. "But I'd like to put an end to this. Why are you after me? What do you want? Recruitment? Don't blow smoke."
As the operatives watch Meridith, tension and uncertainty grow within all three of them as the woman is so confident in handling the situation before her. The twirling of her repair only seems to underscore her control over the unfolding scenario. Visibly unsure, the two disarmed men outside of the van exchange fleeting looks that express their shared hesitation to escalate the conflict further. Despite their protection against death, the implications of her threats of potential injury or further incapacitation are clear and present. The driver is more visibly shaken of the two, and he lowers his blue eyes for a moment before responding, "We... we were only told that you were a priority target because of your blood, and they wanted to do tests on..." A gesture is made to Meridith's middle. "Anyway, we can call it off and pull back. No more chasing. But recruitment is above us, lady. We're just the field guys," he adds. Inside the van, the first Syndicate man is overhearing the conversation, and he sighs deeply. Now he has not only his physical injuries to cause pain, but the night's failures also weigh heavily upon him and it hurts.
Meridith goes cold and stops, and her eyes lock on the man who gestures towards her middle.
Meridith exhales slowly as every muscle in her body seems to fight her for a moment. Her eyes flit to the other three and it seems perhaps obvious she is considering finding a way to murder each and every one of them. "...Leave. Consider it a kindness."
Meridith says "...And repay me for it by knowing that if I ever see your people sniffing around me...for that reason? Top of the list."
Caught between Meridith's palpable threat and their incapacitated vehicle, the three men find themselves in quite a precarious position. The driver's admission about the reasons behind their mission has visibly shifted the dynamics. Her command for them to leave hangs heavily in the air, because it is a generous offer amid the swirling threats... but... Their poor van's tyre. His mind racing for solutions, the driver finally speaks up and his voice in tinged with desperation, "We... we need another way to leave. Our van isn't going anywhere like this." His glance at the deflated wheel is anxious. From inside the vehicle, the one guy is stating, "Back up is on their way, it'll be fine."
Meridith glowers. "Get the fuck out of here," she bellows suddenly a sudden and terrible anger pushing her vocal cords to their limit. She points lodgewards. "If I see any more camo'd dipshits I'm going to start swinging!"
The Syndicate operatives, already on edge and aware of their precarious situation, flinch visibly at Meridith's sudden outburst. Her words are so fierce and filled with a promise of retaliation that they echo ominously in the stillness of the night that surrounds the men. They are unwanted guests on hostile ground, and Meridith has made it clear she will tolerate no further infringement on her territory. The driver takes in a deep breath. "Let's move, now," he urges with his voice low, probably uncomfortable with the idea of the support team finding him disarmed, but the guy inside of the van groans and whines out, "I can't." Then he explains further, "I can't move," because, truly, he can't move all that well. He had an impressive tumble. Then the evening's events crescendo as the sound of sirens slices through the air, growing louder and more urgent with each passing second. Red and blue lights flicker distantly, piercing the darkness that has settled over Haven. With the emergency vehicle maneuvering down the narrow, winding road, its lights are intermittently illuminating the trees and path ahead. Its medical team inside is prepared for rapid deployment. All three men tense considerably.
Meridith raises her brows. "Be nice to them," she says tensely, and stomps off back to her home.
Growing louder, that wail of the ambulance cuts through the area with its urgent call. Inside the emergency vehicle, the team is aware that they are heading into a potentially volatile situation, given the brief dispatch information relayed through their radios about possible injuries and an altercation. The two Syndicate operatives who aren't inside the van are now acutely aware of the ambulance's incoming arrival, so they understand they must act quickly to retrieve their weapons and maintain some semblance of control over the situation, as they cannot allow the paramedics to take their injured team member. "Grab your weapon, fast," the drive instructs his companion. They split up momentarily, trying to hurriedly arm themselves with the previously lost weapons as Meridith moves off.
Meridith doesn't quite take off yet. Now it's trouble. Now she waits, and watches. Paramedics don't deserve to get ambushed by syndicate nonsense. Still, they should be smart enough to handle this without her intervention...right? Right?
Injured dude in the van has thought of something. He's taken over the radio again as the incoming team has just announced they are thirty seconds away from their location, warning the rescue team that an ambulance is approaching from the other direction. Another black van speeds by, and then just around the turn up the road, they park, drag one man out as if he's suffered and injury, and prop him up against an unpopped tyre. Back up near Meridith's house, the weapon searching two are having a bit of trouble recovering the knife. The handgun was found easily enough, but that blade is somewhere in the grace.
The blade is somewhere in the grass, but... the grass is gracious towards the paramedics, perhaps.
Meridith flicks her hand to take it for herself, perhaps if she's lucky enough to have found it.
Easily enough, Meridith finds that knife. It's really not a bad knife at all, and the grip feels fantastic. Down the road, the ambulance crew, who has been trained to handle a variety of situations including potential hoaxes, is not convinced by the man who is feigning distress. After a brief exchange and an eventual admission that this was all taken out of hand and some crazy woman who called 911, the paramedics conduct a cursory check just to be sure, and then tend to agree that their presence is the result of a false alarm. All is well. Aside from the emergency crew being annoyed over what is now a waste of their time. The ambulance and crew head back off, and the backup team comes to load up the three who are up at Meridith's house. No words are spoken to the woman. They pull their buddy out of one van and load him up into the other matching one.
Meridith trembles, setting the knife down. She holds her stomach and closes her eyes and begins to weep. In relief, and fear of whatever lies ahead for her, and the poor pitiful life she carries inside of her
This scene out at Meridith's home ends with the careful urgency of getting the injured man loaded up despite his pain and difficulty in moving. The interior of the van is dimly lit by the soft glow of an overhead light. A call is made to get the other van a spare tyre brought in, and it will be gone within the hour. With everyone aboard, the driver of the second van checks the rearview mirror, giving a glance through the passenger side window over at Meridith, and looking sure of himself that had he been the one sent here, he would have been successful in obtaining her. They drive off soon after, preparing to face the repercussions of their mission's unexpected complications. As the last echoes of the van's engine fade into the night as it heads back into town, Meridith stands alone. She demonstrated her prowess in combat and her strategic acumen, effectively neutralising the threats against her tonight. The message she sent is unequivocal -- she is not a target to be trifled with, and her home is not a place for the Syndicate's machinations.
As the standoff outside her home draws to a close, a negotiation ensues. Meridith, standing her ground with rapier in hand, demands answers and learns that the Syndicate's interest lies in her unique bloodline, intending to run tests on her. Choosing mercy over further violence, she allows the operatives to leave but not without issuing a stern warning against further intrusion. The situation deescalates further when backup arrives, but not before an ambulance, mistakenly called to the scene, departs after realizing the report was a hoax. Alone, Meridith contemplates the evening's events, the threats neutralized but the fear for her and her unborn child's safety lingering. The Syndicate's visit leaves a lasting impact, yet Meridith's resolve remains unbroken, a testament to her strength and determination to protect her home and future.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRHarriet):SRHarriet)
[Sun Apr 14 2024]
On Guardian lane
The hard-packed dirt road is wide enough for two cars to passs but just barely. Along each side, the foliage has been left to grow as it will with no attempt to tame it or trim it for appearance. Overhead, the tree branches grow thicker than previous, causing more of the shade during the day and an even deeper darkness at night.
It is night, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Battle intensifying, the driver is adjusting his own tactics as Meridith seems to be fairly unpredictable. The initial surprise of the woman's tenacity and strength has worn off, and now he recognises the necessity of continuing strategies to combat her anger and strength. When she attempts to grab his throat, he reacts with an attempt to parry her hands with a goal to restrain her through joint locks with his own supernatural strength. Meanwhile, the tactical gear-clad guy who had been flanking Meridith sees an opening as she's focused so intensely on the driver. With deliberate caution, he is closing the distance between himself and the woman. His buddy takes notice of this fact, and then suddenly stops trying to prevent Meridith from choking him, letting those hands go straight for his neck. Over at the van, the first dude is now relaxing as much as he can, slumped near the radio with his breathing heavy as he can hear the fight in the distance.
Meridith grabs the man and twists, perhaps the sound, or smell of an opponent behind her catches her attention, she panics and attempts to throw the man, as a burst of telekinetic force instead empowers her body, she attempts to spring, straight towards her door.
Harnessing both physical strength and burgeoning telekinetic force, Meridith is an impressive woman. As she twists at the man's neck, he gags a little, choking some, but with the woman notices that the tactical clad man is coming up behind her, the driver is caught by further surprise when she's using him as a pivot to launch herself forward. The force of her action not only throws him off balance, but does manage to help Meridith with that unexpected speed. Stumbling backwards, the driver holds at his own throat and breathes deeply, trying to shake off the impact. With the tactical-clad man's stealthy approach foiled, he finds his target suddenly out of reach. His eyes track after Meridith's trajectory as she makes a break for her door, and then a split second later he's running after her, determined. Inside the van, the other man in black is closing his eyes, simply waiting for this all to be over and to be physically assisted.
Meridith throws her door open crashing inside as she snags her blade her blow, and tries to get a bracer on, then tries to wheel about for the door, not eager to fight in a trapped location.
Funny how a place of refuge can feel like a potential trap, but Meridith is a quick thinker, and it seems she is preparing for the next phase of this relentless confrontation. With her blade grabbed and a bracer secured, it appears she is ready to continue. The two men wait right outside the door. Their breathing is controlled, and bodies tensed for action, and barging in doesn't seem like the greatest plan since they do not know the layout of the home, nor what traps may be inside. The tractical-clad man opts to attempt communications first, calling out, "Meridith," without sounding overly hostile, trying to inject some sense of negotiation. "You're outnumbered, and we don't want to escalate this any more than you do." Night air heavy with tension, the quiet is only punctuated by the distant sounds of the forest. No sirens can be heard yet.
Meridith is a different kind of woman, blade composed. "Then leave, because, I promise you. You're going to start liking it less and less as you continue," she offers as she pulls her door open. "Bruises don't qualify for the casualty list," she explains. Her rapier is held up, a daring challenge, as if she were about to duel the man. "If you'd like to, step forward, or remain and I'll come to you."
Both Syndicate operatives stand just outside of Meridith's front door, preparing themselves for more confrontation, well aware that this woman cannot kill them. This assurance emboldens them, yet they remain cautious, understanding that Meridith's capabilities are not to be underestimated despite not being able to end their lives. The first operative, the tactical-clad man, holds a handgun and it is a sleek and modern, semi-automatic pistol equipped with a silencer. His grip on the pistol is firm and professional. With the weapon held low in a ready position, his finger is off the trigger, but he looks absolutely ready to discharge the weapon at a moment's notice. His companion, the driver, wields a combat knife with its seven inch blade made from a high-carbon steel having a serrated edge on one side, and a razor-sharp one on the other. This driver's stance is wide and low, and he has the knife held out to the side, ready to deflect or attack as the situation demands.
Meridith counts them then there is a low quiet moment where each side sits with the realization that either will allow the other to backdown but not they themselves. So, she lets out this slow easy exhale and allows the calm to replace the anxiety, the tension, the fear and uncertainty. There are many things that Meridith is afraid of, that she feels she does not do well. The many failures in her life hold a certain kind of doubt on her otherwise confident or outgoing nature. But in a fight it is the one place doubts vanish. Everything in the world just feels right in a way that it doesn't anywhere else.
The first strike is predictable, handgun. The man with the knife is thrown back with a blast of force, giving her space as she springs towards the man with the gun, her blade crashing down towards him with great might
Choreographed violence breaks out as the standoff reaches its tipping point, and Meridith embraces it easily. That predictable first move has the man with the handgun being the primary focus, and the other guy with his knife in hand holds a defensive posture, ready to support his partner, but in a split second, he's getting pushed back, and as the rapier is coming into contact with the gun, a shot cracks through the night as he pulls the trigger, but it misses the woman. The gunman reacts instinctively, attempting to pivot away from the blade, and metal clashes with metal as she strikes the handgun. Her movements knock it from his hands and render it useless as it clangs to the ground. Gunfire startles the dude in the van, but there is littler he can do to assist in his current condition.
Meridith is nimble, two opponents is fine, if you deal with them one at a time. She springs past the man and his gun, slashing out to either cut him and force him away as she begins to run toward the van.
Expertly disarming the gunman, Meridith has that blade flashing and conquering. The gunman is still recoiling from the force of her strike and the loss of his weapon. He grasps at his arm, feeling the sting of a shallow cut. Staggering back, he's moving back towards the van. Meanwhile, the driver is still recovering from the telekinetic shove that threw him back. His knife lies forgotten on the ground where he dropped it in the chaos. A flash of concern graces his facial features as he realises he is her next target and currently unarmed. Both men are retreating.
Meridith flies towards him at full speed, trying to close the distance to the van, blade flashing to try to cut into the wheel.
Dashing to the van, Meridith moves with undiminished speed, and her objective appears to be disabling the vehicle. The sharp sound of rending rubber pierces the night as her rapier cuts deep into the tyre, effectively deflating it with a loud hiss. It's rapid deflation causes the van to lurch slightly, its frame settling with a groan onto the sagging wheel. Former gunman and knife wielder watch this occur from a short distance away, and the gravity of the situation is sinking in. There is no immediate way to retreat now that their primary mode of transportation is now compromised. One man glances at the other, but no ideas are shared. Instead, they both look equally bewildered by the rapid turn of events. Inside the now unevenly stationed van is the first Syndicate man. He's still grappling with his injuries, but hearing the sounds the deflating tyre. Suddenly, any residual hope of driving away from this debacle vanishes. Their mission has gone awry, their equipment lost or rendered useless, and their tactical options are dwindling.
Meridith twirls her blade around, allowing a flourish of movement as she beckons to the two. "So, let's talk? Renegotiate?" she asks them slowly, she spares a glance in the window toward the third member of the party. "I'm pretty exhausted with this, not physically, mind you. If you want to dance, I'll do it. But...I think I'll take one of you as punishment. Sanctuary protects...against death." She smiles sweetly. "But I'd like to put an end to this. Why are you after me? What do you want? Recruitment? Don't blow smoke."
As the operatives watch Meridith, tension and uncertainty grow within all three of them as the woman is so confident in handling the situation before her. The twirling of her repair only seems to underscore her control over the unfolding scenario. Visibly unsure, the two disarmed men outside of the van exchange fleeting looks that express their shared hesitation to escalate the conflict further. Despite their protection against death, the implications of her threats of potential injury or further incapacitation are clear and present. The driver is more visibly shaken of the two, and he lowers his blue eyes for a moment before responding, "We... we were only told that you were a priority target because of your blood, and they wanted to do tests on..." A gesture is made to Meridith's middle. "Anyway, we can call it off and pull back. No more chasing. But recruitment is above us, lady. We're just the field guys," he adds. Inside the van, the first Syndicate man is overhearing the conversation, and he sighs deeply. Now he has not only his physical injuries to cause pain, but the night's failures also weigh heavily upon him and it hurts.
Meridith goes cold and stops, and her eyes lock on the man who gestures towards her middle.
Meridith exhales slowly as every muscle in her body seems to fight her for a moment. Her eyes flit to the other three and it seems perhaps obvious she is considering finding a way to murder each and every one of them. "...Leave. Consider it a kindness."
Meridith says "...And repay me for it by knowing that if I ever see your people sniffing around me...for that reason? Top of the list."
Caught between Meridith's palpable threat and their incapacitated vehicle, the three men find themselves in quite a precarious position. The driver's admission about the reasons behind their mission has visibly shifted the dynamics. Her command for them to leave hangs heavily in the air, because it is a generous offer amid the swirling threats... but... Their poor van's tyre. His mind racing for solutions, the driver finally speaks up and his voice in tinged with desperation, "We... we need another way to leave. Our van isn't going anywhere like this." His glance at the deflated wheel is anxious. From inside the vehicle, the one guy is stating, "Back up is on their way, it'll be fine."
Meridith glowers. "Get the fuck out of here," she bellows suddenly a sudden and terrible anger pushing her vocal cords to their limit. She points lodgewards. "If I see any more camo'd dipshits I'm going to start swinging!"
The Syndicate operatives, already on edge and aware of their precarious situation, flinch visibly at Meridith's sudden outburst. Her words are so fierce and filled with a promise of retaliation that they echo ominously in the stillness of the night that surrounds the men. They are unwanted guests on hostile ground, and Meridith has made it clear she will tolerate no further infringement on her territory. The driver takes in a deep breath. "Let's move, now," he urges with his voice low, probably uncomfortable with the idea of the support team finding him disarmed, but the guy inside of the van groans and whines out, "I can't." Then he explains further, "I can't move," because, truly, he can't move all that well. He had an impressive tumble. Then the evening's events crescendo as the sound of sirens slices through the air, growing louder and more urgent with each passing second. Red and blue lights flicker distantly, piercing the darkness that has settled over Haven. With the emergency vehicle maneuvering down the narrow, winding road, its lights are intermittently illuminating the trees and path ahead. Its medical team inside is prepared for rapid deployment. All three men tense considerably.
Meridith raises her brows. "Be nice to them," she says tensely, and stomps off back to her home.
Growing louder, that wail of the ambulance cuts through the area with its urgent call. Inside the emergency vehicle, the team is aware that they are heading into a potentially volatile situation, given the brief dispatch information relayed through their radios about possible injuries and an altercation. The two Syndicate operatives who aren't inside the van are now acutely aware of the ambulance's incoming arrival, so they understand they must act quickly to retrieve their weapons and maintain some semblance of control over the situation, as they cannot allow the paramedics to take their injured team member. "Grab your weapon, fast," the drive instructs his companion. They split up momentarily, trying to hurriedly arm themselves with the previously lost weapons as Meridith moves off.
Meridith doesn't quite take off yet. Now it's trouble. Now she waits, and watches. Paramedics don't deserve to get ambushed by syndicate nonsense. Still, they should be smart enough to handle this without her intervention...right? Right?
Injured dude in the van has thought of something. He's taken over the radio again as the incoming team has just announced they are thirty seconds away from their location, warning the rescue team that an ambulance is approaching from the other direction. Another black van speeds by, and then just around the turn up the road, they park, drag one man out as if he's suffered and injury, and prop him up against an unpopped tyre. Back up near Meridith's house, the weapon searching two are having a bit of trouble recovering the knife. The handgun was found easily enough, but that blade is somewhere in the grace.
The blade is somewhere in the grass, but... the grass is gracious towards the paramedics, perhaps.
Meridith flicks her hand to take it for herself, perhaps if she's lucky enough to have found it.
Easily enough, Meridith finds that knife. It's really not a bad knife at all, and the grip feels fantastic. Down the road, the ambulance crew, who has been trained to handle a variety of situations including potential hoaxes, is not convinced by the man who is feigning distress. After a brief exchange and an eventual admission that this was all taken out of hand and some crazy woman who called 911, the paramedics conduct a cursory check just to be sure, and then tend to agree that their presence is the result of a false alarm. All is well. Aside from the emergency crew being annoyed over what is now a waste of their time. The ambulance and crew head back off, and the backup team comes to load up the three who are up at Meridith's house. No words are spoken to the woman. They pull their buddy out of one van and load him up into the other matching one.
Meridith trembles, setting the knife down. She holds her stomach and closes her eyes and begins to weep. In relief, and fear of whatever lies ahead for her, and the poor pitiful life she carries inside of her
This scene out at Meridith's home ends with the careful urgency of getting the injured man loaded up despite his pain and difficulty in moving. The interior of the van is dimly lit by the soft glow of an overhead light. A call is made to get the other van a spare tyre brought in, and it will be gone within the hour. With everyone aboard, the driver of the second van checks the rearview mirror, giving a glance through the passenger side window over at Meridith, and looking sure of himself that had he been the one sent here, he would have been successful in obtaining her. They drive off soon after, preparing to face the repercussions of their mission's unexpected complications. As the last echoes of the van's engine fade into the night as it heads back into town, Meridith stands alone. She demonstrated her prowess in combat and her strategic acumen, effectively neutralising the threats against her tonight. The message she sent is unequivocal -- she is not a target to be trifled with, and her home is not a place for the Syndicate's machinations.