Post by liquidsword34 on Jun 5, 2012 21:51:22 GMT -5
Edward Nigma's presidential building, East Tinasha, the Democratic Republic of Congo
Operation Bat-Wing Day 2, 11:30 PM
Claude sipped his coffee as he reclined in his office chair, resting his thick leather work boots on the plastic CCTV console. In front of Claude around three dozen bright screens showed images from inside the presidential building, ranging from people getting their breakfast at the canteen to a duo of security guards playing checkers with a mix of the proper pieces, coins, buttons and various other items. The security room was blanketed in darkness, the only light in the dingy box emitting from the monitors mounted on the console. Cables were strewn across the floor and a radio just next to Claude's chair blared out "Let's Dance" by David Bowie, albeit distorted due to the low quality and age of the radio. Claude wiped bread crumbs off of his blue guards uniform and then out of his thick mustache before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Claude? Claude? Half hourly check in, Claude."
Claude took his walkie-talkie out of his pocket and lazily raised it to his mouth.
"Still clear, no issues" Claude half-heatedly replied into the walkie-talkie before putting it back into his pocket and scanning the screens.
"What the..."
Claude stood up to get a closer look at one of the monitors, where he thought he saw some sort of streak of black light passing across a corridor. Claude looked from screen to screen, his eyes just catching some sort of movement in an area but never enough to work out what it was or even if it was really there. The shape seemed to move swiftly, appearing at the top of stair cases and being at the bottom in seconds, showing up in one room and then another faster than the human brain could register. Claude rubbed his eyes slowly. He'd been on duty for twelve hours, he told himself. Your just seeing things, he told himself. Nothing can move that fast, he told himself.
Claude sat down, just as the vent grate above him flew out of place, hitting Claude on his temple and sending him tumbling out of his chair. Rolling onto his back, Claude found himself looking up at a short figure, its body wrapped in dark gray leather. The "creatures" eyes were huge and a dark red, glaring down at Claude beneath a pair of pointy ears. The creatures claws were around an inch long, shiny and sharp as stainless steel knives. The creatures face was small, with a short fringe protruding from its hood of sorts. The monsters shoes made not a sound as it approached Claude, one foot in front of the other, as if it were stalking its prey.
---
"Selina's in, she's turned off the security system and tied up the guard. Everybody ready to go in a few minutes?"
Tommy, Lady Shiva and Bane nodded at Prometheus, who was cleaning his longsword. The four were sat in the back of a dusty and dilapidated van, each making their own preparations for the upcoming attack.
"The resistance have planted a bomb around the back of the building, far away enough it wont hurt anybody but it'll have Nigma's men scared and confused. Everybody goes in the front guns blazing, the resistance will secure the lobby. Once we're inside Selina will lock the building down. Nobody in or out and she'll control the elevators, so we should have free reign. Nigma's office is on the twelfth floor but the elevators only go to the eleventh, so we'll have a fight on our hands."
"Good to know." Tommy Monaghan muttered as he loaded his giant custom made six shooter, sliding in the freakishly large bullets one by one.
"So, the aforementioned bomb" Lady Shiva started.
"Yes?" Prometheus finishing cleaning his sword.
"When does it..."
Lady Shiva was interrupted by a loud explosion, followed by the sounds of car alarms and shouting from outside the van.
"EVERYBODY OUT!" Bane roared, flinging open the vans double doors. Dozens of masked men sprinted out of alley ways, cars and buildings like a flash flood, each one holding a weapon and charging towards the presidential building. By the time they reached the lobby, the four found that the area had been secured. The buildings guards and employees who happened to be passing through were face down on the marble floor, most with a gun to the back of their head.
"Everybody inside?" Bane asked a rebel who was frantically closing the double doors.
"Yes sir"
"Good". Bane pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket and put it up to his mouth. "Selina, put the building on lock down. Shut off power everywhere but the ground floor and elevators. I expect Nigma will have a personal generator on the top two floors but the doors in the rest of the building are activated using electronic locks, so we shouldn't have too many issues. I assume you can make your way up to meet us from your current position?"
"I'm on the sixth. Should be a piece of cake." Selina replied down the walkie-talkie as she pressed the emergency lock down button on the console in front of her, stepping over the subdued guard, Claude.
Bane put his walkie-talkie back in his pocket as gigantic metal shutters fell down across the glass windows of the presidential building. The front doors loudly bolted shut.
"Tommy, Bane, Shiva, in the elevator." Prometheus called as the elevator doors slid open. The interior of the elevator car was covered with mirrors on each side and wide enough for all four of the attackers to fit inside easily.
"So will Selina move the lift or..."
Tommy's question was answered by the elevator lurching into life, rising upwards. Despite the interior looking expensive and well maintained, the elevator itself moved slowly, creating a grinding sound like a power drill as it traveled. The group stood in silence watching the dial above the door move along, showing the elevators progress up the building, until a loud crashing sound filled the car. Tommy flung his gun up to aim at the ceiling, but Lady Shiva quickly grabbed the revolver by its barrel before he could let off a shot.
"Who do you think that is Tommy?"
Before Tommy could reply, the elevator hatch popped open, revealing Catwoman's face peering through.
"Told you, piece of cake" she quipped to Bane while sliding through the hatch. Selina dropped down, landing next to Tommy, who hastily holstered his gun and gave Selina a nervous smile. "Mr Monaghan?"
"Yeah yeah sorry 'bout almost shooting yah. It happens, get used to it."
Selina laughed as the elevator came to a sudden stop and the double doors slid open.
"Well, this is a surprise" Prometheus flatly declared, swinging his sword down from his shoulder and exiting the lift. The elevator doors had opened to an office area, packed densely with dull gray cubicles and various other rooms off to the side. The five stood surrounded by at least twenty soldiers, each wearing an identical uniform of dark blue Kevlar overalls, a reinforced body amour vest and large full face and head helmets with tinted visors. The soldiers held a mix of assault rifles and shotguns, all now trained on Prometheus, fingers on triggers.
In the center of these soldiers stood Massacre. Despite the high volume of assault weapons, Massacres tool of choice remained his razor sharp sword and clothes of choice remained a white vest and combat pants, his mask damaged and burnt from his recent fight with Bat-Wing. With the lack of light the scars on Massacres arms were less visible than normal, but the burns and cuts from the previous days fight were clear to see.
"Did your associate die from his wounds?" Massacre taunted while scrapping his sword across the floor in front of himself.
"Not even close" Prometheus replied, reaching into a pouch on his belt. "Now if we can skip the formalities..."
Prometheus threw a tiny object down in front of Massacre, creating a loud crack and a cloud of smoke which wrapped around the entire room and those in it.
"Let's get down to business"
Operation Bat-Wing Day 2, 11:30 PM
Claude sipped his coffee as he reclined in his office chair, resting his thick leather work boots on the plastic CCTV console. In front of Claude around three dozen bright screens showed images from inside the presidential building, ranging from people getting their breakfast at the canteen to a duo of security guards playing checkers with a mix of the proper pieces, coins, buttons and various other items. The security room was blanketed in darkness, the only light in the dingy box emitting from the monitors mounted on the console. Cables were strewn across the floor and a radio just next to Claude's chair blared out "Let's Dance" by David Bowie, albeit distorted due to the low quality and age of the radio. Claude wiped bread crumbs off of his blue guards uniform and then out of his thick mustache before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Claude? Claude? Half hourly check in, Claude."
Claude took his walkie-talkie out of his pocket and lazily raised it to his mouth.
"Still clear, no issues" Claude half-heatedly replied into the walkie-talkie before putting it back into his pocket and scanning the screens.
"What the..."
Claude stood up to get a closer look at one of the monitors, where he thought he saw some sort of streak of black light passing across a corridor. Claude looked from screen to screen, his eyes just catching some sort of movement in an area but never enough to work out what it was or even if it was really there. The shape seemed to move swiftly, appearing at the top of stair cases and being at the bottom in seconds, showing up in one room and then another faster than the human brain could register. Claude rubbed his eyes slowly. He'd been on duty for twelve hours, he told himself. Your just seeing things, he told himself. Nothing can move that fast, he told himself.
Claude sat down, just as the vent grate above him flew out of place, hitting Claude on his temple and sending him tumbling out of his chair. Rolling onto his back, Claude found himself looking up at a short figure, its body wrapped in dark gray leather. The "creatures" eyes were huge and a dark red, glaring down at Claude beneath a pair of pointy ears. The creatures claws were around an inch long, shiny and sharp as stainless steel knives. The creatures face was small, with a short fringe protruding from its hood of sorts. The monsters shoes made not a sound as it approached Claude, one foot in front of the other, as if it were stalking its prey.
---
"Selina's in, she's turned off the security system and tied up the guard. Everybody ready to go in a few minutes?"
Tommy, Lady Shiva and Bane nodded at Prometheus, who was cleaning his longsword. The four were sat in the back of a dusty and dilapidated van, each making their own preparations for the upcoming attack.
"The resistance have planted a bomb around the back of the building, far away enough it wont hurt anybody but it'll have Nigma's men scared and confused. Everybody goes in the front guns blazing, the resistance will secure the lobby. Once we're inside Selina will lock the building down. Nobody in or out and she'll control the elevators, so we should have free reign. Nigma's office is on the twelfth floor but the elevators only go to the eleventh, so we'll have a fight on our hands."
"Good to know." Tommy Monaghan muttered as he loaded his giant custom made six shooter, sliding in the freakishly large bullets one by one.
"So, the aforementioned bomb" Lady Shiva started.
"Yes?" Prometheus finishing cleaning his sword.
"When does it..."
Lady Shiva was interrupted by a loud explosion, followed by the sounds of car alarms and shouting from outside the van.
"EVERYBODY OUT!" Bane roared, flinging open the vans double doors. Dozens of masked men sprinted out of alley ways, cars and buildings like a flash flood, each one holding a weapon and charging towards the presidential building. By the time they reached the lobby, the four found that the area had been secured. The buildings guards and employees who happened to be passing through were face down on the marble floor, most with a gun to the back of their head.
"Everybody inside?" Bane asked a rebel who was frantically closing the double doors.
"Yes sir"
"Good". Bane pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket and put it up to his mouth. "Selina, put the building on lock down. Shut off power everywhere but the ground floor and elevators. I expect Nigma will have a personal generator on the top two floors but the doors in the rest of the building are activated using electronic locks, so we shouldn't have too many issues. I assume you can make your way up to meet us from your current position?"
"I'm on the sixth. Should be a piece of cake." Selina replied down the walkie-talkie as she pressed the emergency lock down button on the console in front of her, stepping over the subdued guard, Claude.
Bane put his walkie-talkie back in his pocket as gigantic metal shutters fell down across the glass windows of the presidential building. The front doors loudly bolted shut.
"Tommy, Bane, Shiva, in the elevator." Prometheus called as the elevator doors slid open. The interior of the elevator car was covered with mirrors on each side and wide enough for all four of the attackers to fit inside easily.
"So will Selina move the lift or..."
Tommy's question was answered by the elevator lurching into life, rising upwards. Despite the interior looking expensive and well maintained, the elevator itself moved slowly, creating a grinding sound like a power drill as it traveled. The group stood in silence watching the dial above the door move along, showing the elevators progress up the building, until a loud crashing sound filled the car. Tommy flung his gun up to aim at the ceiling, but Lady Shiva quickly grabbed the revolver by its barrel before he could let off a shot.
"Who do you think that is Tommy?"
Before Tommy could reply, the elevator hatch popped open, revealing Catwoman's face peering through.
"Told you, piece of cake" she quipped to Bane while sliding through the hatch. Selina dropped down, landing next to Tommy, who hastily holstered his gun and gave Selina a nervous smile. "Mr Monaghan?"
"Yeah yeah sorry 'bout almost shooting yah. It happens, get used to it."
Selina laughed as the elevator came to a sudden stop and the double doors slid open.
"Well, this is a surprise" Prometheus flatly declared, swinging his sword down from his shoulder and exiting the lift. The elevator doors had opened to an office area, packed densely with dull gray cubicles and various other rooms off to the side. The five stood surrounded by at least twenty soldiers, each wearing an identical uniform of dark blue Kevlar overalls, a reinforced body amour vest and large full face and head helmets with tinted visors. The soldiers held a mix of assault rifles and shotguns, all now trained on Prometheus, fingers on triggers.
In the center of these soldiers stood Massacre. Despite the high volume of assault weapons, Massacres tool of choice remained his razor sharp sword and clothes of choice remained a white vest and combat pants, his mask damaged and burnt from his recent fight with Bat-Wing. With the lack of light the scars on Massacres arms were less visible than normal, but the burns and cuts from the previous days fight were clear to see.
"Did your associate die from his wounds?" Massacre taunted while scrapping his sword across the floor in front of himself.
"Not even close" Prometheus replied, reaching into a pouch on his belt. "Now if we can skip the formalities..."
Prometheus threw a tiny object down in front of Massacre, creating a loud crack and a cloud of smoke which wrapped around the entire room and those in it.
"Let's get down to business"