The Storm

[wastelandwheelman]

The sky over St. Lucent was dark and roiling with the threat of a storm. A bad one at that, so many of the Angels were on evac and disaster preparation duty this evening.

An ominous black hover car sat parked in front of an alley way as the heavy rain battered against the windshield. The gray-blue hywolf Issaic sat behind the wheel of the Chimera GT-X, a spoil of a recent skirmish. One icy blue eye glanced over at the Odyssian in the passenger seat. The one man he despised almost more than the Council, Abrax Aaron. The feline seemed calm, running the plan over and over in his twisted little mind, Issaic assumed. There was no telling with the current Odyssian leader.

His eyes then glanced at the Odyssian in the back seat. Xander Aaron. A raccoon/ferret, a bit younger than Abrax and himself, but damn quick and agile. A bit boyish, but able to hold his own. More than once, Xander has proven this. Issaic actually might consider Xander to be a more able leader than Abrax, but he would never let that on…

He hands Abrax a handgun, two clips, and a cheap pre-paid phone. It wouldn’t be used for long, anyway. “You be careful, Abrax. You need help, call that number, and someone will come.” He watched the feline disappear into the dark void of the alley, to where supposedly the Foundry leader was waiting. The black hover car growled to life and glided down the street towards the Hour Glass Guild’s main headquarters.

Tonight, the Angel’s headquarters would be poorly staffed, leaving them open for an attack. Issaic had a small arsenal in the trunk of the Chimera. More than enough guns and explosives to totally level the building, but they had to make it look like the handiwork of the Foundry, and Issaic doubted they had any stockpiles of explosives to do that.

The Chimera GT-X pulled into an alley across from the Angel’s Training Facility. Issaic shut down the vehicle and opening the trunk. “How much do you know about basic improvised explosive devices?” Xander followed and picked up one of the backpacks of explosives. “…Enough,” the ferret-coon said confidently. In fact, Xander didn’t know diddly about bombs. Oh well, no time like the present to learn.

Issaic sat on the hood of the hover car, twirling a powerful magnum on his finger, and Xander crouched nearby, inspecting one of the bombs. All that was left to do now was wait for the rest of the Odyssians to show up, and the call from the Council for the green light to raid the building…

(Given permission to play Xander for Sinatra)

[sinatra]

A three man operation, he had been told. The ferretcoon sighed, crossing his arms over his chest in the car. He had his contacts off, and his eyes glowed in the dim light of the car. He had been pulled along in this job, being paired with B-080. Xander looked at the driver of the hovercar, Issaic Baker. Xander had read his report, being demoted to B rank due to medical issues. He breathed through his nose in a large exhale and looked through the side of the car. Large buildings passed quickly, and he caught glimpses of furres walking down the sidewalks. Looking forward, he noticed the hovercar slowing down, and soon coming to a hault. This, apparently, is where Abrax was going to get off. He looked to the leader of the Odyssians, and didn't even bother to acknowledge his leaving.

Running over the plans in his head again, he gave the slightest of frowns. He was to lay explosives in all the weak points of the Angel's Facility. He felt in the pocket of his cargo pants and took a digital device out. Pressing a button, it showed a 3D hologram of the facility, and the weak points were marked in red dots. They traveled with no conversation still, and after a few minutes of studying the map, they slowed again and pulled into an alleyway. The two hybrids got out and moved towards the open trunk. "How much do you know about basic improvised explosive devices?" Izzy asked. The ferretcoon picked up a backpack of explosives and shouldered it. "...Enough," he muttered, sounding sure of himself. The Aaron left the subordinate to his own duties. Before he left though, he turned back to Izzy. "Keep this on you, and don't lose it," he said, tossing two small black devices to the Odyssian. "One goes on your throat, the other in your ear. They're low frequency and you only need to breath out the words so we can hear each other. Don't lose them, they're expensive." He turned now, and walked towards the nearest manhole cover. He picked it up easily, and pushed it aside to jump down. Once he was on the ladder, he pulled the lid back over him and jumped to the bottom.

The dark mucky lanes were pitch black, but it was no problem for Xander with his nightvision. He walked straight ahead for a few hundred meters, and turned left. This went on for about ten minutes, having remembered the way off by heart. Stopping randomly, he hefted the backpack onto his black clothed body and looked up. He knew where he was. Under the men's washroom. The drain grate was big enough for a furre to get through, but with no ladder. Going to do this the hard way. he thought to himself, feeling his sticky gloves paw against the walls. Hoisting himself up, he shimmied his way to the grate, where he gently pushed it up and out and pulled himself through. "Pathetic," he muttered, putting the grate back down. In the basement was where he currently was, and he knew the circuit boxes were down here as well.

Xander casually walked towards them, and smiled. They they were, all in a row waiting to be broken into. Reaching to the backpack, he pulled out a fusioncutter and turned it on. With his eyes, he didn't need to cover them from the blinding light. He uncut the four locks to the boxes and put the cutter back. The herm put his two communication devices on and activated them. "You better be ready," he said, reached his paws over the master controls. "The power goes off in three... two... one... And, now." At the exact moment, he flicked the switches causing the whole building to go into a blackout. Shutting the doors closed, he welded them all shut. "I'm going to set the fuses..."