St. John's Shopping Centre
Once
inside the window cleaner's hanging platform, Julie hits the release for the crank. The platform begins to slowly descend and doesn't catch any of the police's attention until it nearly reaches the ground.
Shouts for the agents to
freeze
and
drop their weapons
come at them and when neither agent complies the police begin shooting. Bullets ricochet off the metal of the platform leaving little options for the two agents.
"Well maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Julie says followed by a frown. She grabs the railing and leaps over it. The drop is only about fifteen feet and she lands then ducks into a roll that brings her up behind a parked car.
Spencer lets out a sigh and follows her lead. He rolls up next to Julie with his back against the car. Bullets from the officers pound madly at the hunk of metal and offer no chance for either of them to escape.
"No what now?" Spencer asks.
"Now?" Julie asks her face neutral. "Now we attempt to do the extreme and try to escape." She holsters one of her pistols and hands the other over to Spencer. "Here, you're probably going to need it."
He takes the gun. "If we get out of this alive I'll be surprised."
"Me too," she says with a wink. "You ready?"
Kogarasu Maru
is already drawn and Julie has a look of unwavering determination set on her face.
Spencer nods and as they are about to stand twelve armed and fully armored officers appear, six on each side of the car. One of them orders the two agents to
hold
and
drop their weapons
.
Spencer and Julie have no other option than to do just that.
——
London and Liverpool have been rocked by terrorist attacks in just the last couple of days,
the reporter was saying as he stood in front of the
Wolff Industries
building.
I'm standing in front of Wolff Industries, just one of the latest attacks in a long line of attacks.
New World Regime had taken credit for the attacks on Lucius Magnus, head of True Energy and the company's building. They have also claimed credit on the attack in Russia and this latest attack her in Liverpool which carried through the streets and ended at St. John's Shopping Centre where two suspects were taken into custody.
We are awaiting details and will report updates as we receive them. Meanwhile, True Group has yet to release a statement and it seems likely one will be issued to news stations soon. This is Edward Grimes, reporting live in Liverpool.
——
Typheryian
clicks off the monitor and stands silently glaring at the blank scene for a good hard minute. He notices the presence of Rythern standing in the far corner, but ignores the younger demon hoping he would be stupid enough to interrupt him. Typheryian wouldn't mind ripping Rythern's life from his useless body.
After a while he spins around to face Rythern.
I have an assignment for you.
"As you wish," he answers dropping to his knee and bowing his head.
Typheryian ignores the gesture.
Our plans are moving at a faster rate and it is time to shed off some unnecessary and potentially dangerous weight.
Rythern doesn't know where this is going, but he doesn't dare interrupt. He can feel the anger fueling the elder
Asura
and knew not to push his luck with the demon. "What shall you have me do?" he asks smoothly.
Kill Natalya Rhinheart.
"As you wish," he answers as he rises.
And Rythern?
Typheryian says as an afterthought. Rythern freezes in place, silent.
Bring me that bitch's head back.
——
Southampton
The
moon sits full, high in the night sky casting a low glow across the docks and the ships wading in the water. The rhythmic sounds of water lapping against the ships and sea walls provide a soothing noise in the background of swing cranes and sounds of heavy machinery.
A large cargo ship with the name
Suns' Horizon
painted on its bow sits precariously as large cranes move metal cargo containers onto it. The entire section of the dock belongs exclusively to
True Merchants Cargo
with a full scale security detail provided by the
Black Dragon
.
Tonight, however, is special. Natalya limits the amount of soldiers normally present, slashing their numbers to well under a quarter. She has wanted to strike at the
Ternion
and she has finally found the perfect place to do it.
Officially, the orders to do so come from her other employer,
Section 8
. She hates to lose any of her men simply because it is so hard to find good, loyal help. But it is better to lose a handful for the greater goal she reasons.
In the shadows sits a group of four, spread out at equal distances from each other. All are poised and coiled to strike. The small DEP Six team slips through the docks quietly and eliminate almost all the
Black Dragon
soldiers. Those soldiers now sit in a similar fashion with either a knife wound through the heart or their throats slashed. The few that remain unmolested are stationed at either end of the
Sun's Horizon
.
The team's commander gives the signal. Each member of the team springs out from the shadows and with quick, successive bursts takes the remaining guards out. The team then diverts their attention to the workers.
In just thirty seconds the dock lay silent. The only sounds come from the lapping of the water on the
Sun's Horizon's
hull and the seawall.
The commander signals for the team to move onto the ship. The only thing left is the remaining crew and captain. With any luck nobody will get wind of the fallen silence. The only thing the team has to worry about is once the crew discovers their communications aren't being received they would run.
——
Thirty
minutes after the initial assault, the crew is hunted down and killed and the ship searched and contained. The DEP Six team has the
Sun's Horizon
moving away from port with all its cargo bound for the preset rendezvous.
The vessel sails for the next few hours unmolested. The DEP Six team grows a little lax in the later part of the trip. They are running on shifts of two awake, two asleep. Currently the commander of the team sits at the bridge monitoring the readouts while the other patrols the deck.
The team thinks the mission a success. That is until the first wave of machine gun fire tears across the deck. The stream of bullets flies from the bow of a smaller vessel, a sloop. They rip through the body of the DEP Six soldier, cutting him in half before the sound of the gun reaches his ears.
Within seconds the commander of the team hits the alarms. Sirens and red, flashing lights pulsate across the cargo hauler. The commander flies from the bridge and begins to return fire upon the smaller vessel below. His efforts are weak and useless, proving ineffective.
From behind him a silhouette steps from the shadows. A hand bursts through the commander's chest with his heart pulled free and still beating in the hand that holds it. He looks down unbelieving. The hand turns and drops the heart letting it fall with a splat to the deck. The hand pulls back through and spins the man around to face his attacker.
He faces a woman with long, black hair and piercing eyes. He recognizes her almost instantly. His brain fights for a name as it is still trying to wrap around the idea his heart is longer part of his body. When he finds the name he unsuccessfully forms the words to say it instead mouthing them.