Hey! Sorry this took so long to get out, school has really taken its toll on me. This is where I'll update the story with new chapters, so stay tuned for the new parts 
Wolf Newton - @Wolfy
Clarissa Ada Young - @HelloColdWorld
Ash Quen - @Winter_Wonder
Daniella Lockett - @Pinxxie
Raya Rose Sunshine - @SilentHowl
Skeria Wright - @jack dad
Meya Jascee - @Grizzly
Wolf Newton - @Wolfy
Clarissa Ada Young - @HelloColdWorld
Ash Quen - @Winter_Wonder
Daniella Lockett - @Pinxxie
Raya Rose Sunshine - @SilentHowl
Skeria Wright - @jack dad
Meya Jascee - @Grizzly
"Pass the ball, Leroy!" the child called. His name was Jake, and he was playing soccer with his best friend Leroy in his backyard. Jake had a nice house, with a massive TV and bed. He had a PS4 with all the latest videogames, and if he went up to the attic window, he could see the Presidential Residence.
"Wait Jake, watch this!" Leroy kicked the ball high into the air, impossibly high, and it came pummelling down onto a car's roof on the street.
This was a red Ford Fiesta, with no custom vinyls or anything. As far as cars go, this seemed pretty normal. The backseat window rolled down, and the head of a woman emerged. She looked really young, maybe in her twenties, with deathly white, short hair that didn't touch her shoulders. One of her shoulders had a very pretty rose tattoo. She wore a blue dress and a very obvious nose ring. Her face showed no emotion.
Jake approached the car. "Um, I'm sorry miss, my friend kicked that ball onto your car. Not on purpose! It was a complete accident." The woman looked like she didn't know what to do, then her face suddenly broke into a large grin.
"Don't worry boys," she spoke. "I used to play football when I was younger too. I was kicking the ball into the street all the time, and I got thrashed for it. Lucky for you, I think that's illegal now, so you're okay." She gave a brief smile and rolled up the window. The car peeled away.
The woman groaned in her seat. "Kids. So annoying."
The driver of the Fiesta didn't turn around, but replied, "Remember, Clary, you were a kid once."
"But surely I wasn't that annoying. I never played soccer in my life. My parents thought I was perfect."
The driver scoffed. "How would your parents see you now, Clary, on your way to make our mark on this country?"
"Shut up Fox, and keep driving." The driver called Fox took a left-hand turn into a one way road. Nobody took a second glance at the Fiesta. You wouldn't think that the occupants were on their way to blow up the Presidential Residence.
"Wolf!" Clary snapped. The woman in the passenger seat yelped, which isn't something you'd hear often, because Wolf Newton was a warrior at heart, and never let anything faze her. She turned in her seat to face Clary. Wolf had blonde hair tied in a ponytail, and different coloured eyes, one stormy grey and the other ocean blue. Fox always thought it represented her personality perfectly. Wolf was usually in a stormy mood, but when she wasn't she was a fun and calm person, like the ocean on a good day. Wolf was so focused that she even gave Clary the chills.
"Is the device ready?" Clary asked.
Wolf nodded. "All linked up and ready to go. Where exactly do you want to plant this thing?"
Clary flashed a mischievous smile, evil and feisty. "We're placing it at the north west corner of the building itself. The whole thing will collapse once that corner gives way."
Wolf seemed serious. "What if the President isn't there?"
"I'm not bothered about that, Wolfy darling. I don't want to be a murderer. I want everyone to know that the President doesn't deserve to exist, and that the country shouldn't be run by a complete yahoo. But, if he is there, that can be our little... bonus." She put simply.
"Hey, how long do you think the police would take to get there?" Fox joked.
Clary laughed mirthlessly. "I don't know," she giggled. "but they'll see the blast."
"Wait Jake, watch this!" Leroy kicked the ball high into the air, impossibly high, and it came pummelling down onto a car's roof on the street.
This was a red Ford Fiesta, with no custom vinyls or anything. As far as cars go, this seemed pretty normal. The backseat window rolled down, and the head of a woman emerged. She looked really young, maybe in her twenties, with deathly white, short hair that didn't touch her shoulders. One of her shoulders had a very pretty rose tattoo. She wore a blue dress and a very obvious nose ring. Her face showed no emotion.
Jake approached the car. "Um, I'm sorry miss, my friend kicked that ball onto your car. Not on purpose! It was a complete accident." The woman looked like she didn't know what to do, then her face suddenly broke into a large grin.
"Don't worry boys," she spoke. "I used to play football when I was younger too. I was kicking the ball into the street all the time, and I got thrashed for it. Lucky for you, I think that's illegal now, so you're okay." She gave a brief smile and rolled up the window. The car peeled away.
The woman groaned in her seat. "Kids. So annoying."
The driver of the Fiesta didn't turn around, but replied, "Remember, Clary, you were a kid once."
"But surely I wasn't that annoying. I never played soccer in my life. My parents thought I was perfect."
The driver scoffed. "How would your parents see you now, Clary, on your way to make our mark on this country?"
"Shut up Fox, and keep driving." The driver called Fox took a left-hand turn into a one way road. Nobody took a second glance at the Fiesta. You wouldn't think that the occupants were on their way to blow up the Presidential Residence.
"Wolf!" Clary snapped. The woman in the passenger seat yelped, which isn't something you'd hear often, because Wolf Newton was a warrior at heart, and never let anything faze her. She turned in her seat to face Clary. Wolf had blonde hair tied in a ponytail, and different coloured eyes, one stormy grey and the other ocean blue. Fox always thought it represented her personality perfectly. Wolf was usually in a stormy mood, but when she wasn't she was a fun and calm person, like the ocean on a good day. Wolf was so focused that she even gave Clary the chills.
"Is the device ready?" Clary asked.
Wolf nodded. "All linked up and ready to go. Where exactly do you want to plant this thing?"
Clary flashed a mischievous smile, evil and feisty. "We're placing it at the north west corner of the building itself. The whole thing will collapse once that corner gives way."
Wolf seemed serious. "What if the President isn't there?"
"I'm not bothered about that, Wolfy darling. I don't want to be a murderer. I want everyone to know that the President doesn't deserve to exist, and that the country shouldn't be run by a complete yahoo. But, if he is there, that can be our little... bonus." She put simply.
"Hey, how long do you think the police would take to get there?" Fox joked.
Clary laughed mirthlessly. "I don't know," she giggled. "but they'll see the blast."
"Two at the main door." Fox said through his microphone. He looked around the site through his sniper rifle's sights. The barrel was longer than a normal gun because there was a suppressor attached. This would make any gunshots sound like a door knock, instead of a police siren. Fox hoped that he wouldn't have to use the suppressor, but he figured he'd be better safe than sorry. "I recommend ducking behind the hedges and crawling your way to the site." He frowned. "For a President, he sure has a lot of cover for a rebel to hide behind."
Next to him, Clary laughed. "His fault for being a nature freak. How you doing, Wolf?" she said.
The speaker crackled with static. "I'm good. I spot one guy patrolling the outside area. He's got an AK-47. He's right next to the site. What do I do?"
"Do you have a coin?"
Wolf dug into her pocket. "Five cents. I don't think he'll let me go for this."
"Throw the coin onto the concrete."
She did. When it hit the hard concrete, it made a loud clink, alerting the patrol guard. He hurried over to the steps to find out who had made the noise.
"Move! While he's not looking!" Fox hissed. "Dive under the bush."
Clary had the sniper in her hands now, and was surveying the area around Wolf. "Okay, sweetie, plant the device exactly where you are, under the bush. Our other teams have explosives already in the building near the device. They'll go off when your bomb does. Nobody will see the bomb unless they're looking for it. The activation code is nine-eight-five-three. Once you arm the thing, get out of there the same way you came in. Don't get spotted."
Wolf took the bomb out of her pack. It wasn't fancy, just a few plastic explosives, about a million wires and a wireless connection module. She tapped the code onto the keypad, and it made a distinctive beep. She left it in the bush, and started to make her way out, controller in hand.
Fox had his beloved rifle back in his hands, and was administrating her escape. "One at the door. You'll have to sneak around." Fox was so focused on Wolf that he almost didn't hear Clary yell "Sniper on the roof!" and the loud gunshot that followed right after.
Two things happened: one good and one bad. The good thing was, the bullet hadn't touched Wolf anywhere fatal. The bad thing, it slammed full force into her foot. She yelled in pain, and both hands moved to her wound. As Fox watched through the sights, he saw Wolf drop the control.
He saw the trigger switch hit the ground first.
The control made a loud click.
"WOLF!" Fox yelled, but it didn't stop the hell that followed after.
The bomb 5 feet away from Wolf exploded, knocking her from her feet and launching her forward into a solid wall. She grunted painfully as her nose made contact with the wall. Wolf heard a loud crack, and felt rivers of blood running down her face.
But that was nothing compared to what happened after. The whole sky lit up in orange as the mansion dematerialised. Wolf screamed, and a second later was covered in rubble and concrete.
Fox panicked. "We need to get down there. We can't leave her to die after what she did." Clary didn't argue.
"How are we supposed to get there without anyone seeing us?"
"They'll be busy protecting the President. I think we're good."
Clary hesitated, and spoke again. "I'll go down there. If you see anyone coming towards me, shoot their face."
"Yes, ma'am. Be quick." Fox's voice quivered.
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"Hey Ash, pass me another coffee, will you?"
A mug full of steaming coffee slid across the grey desk into Daniella's waiting hands. She took it to her mouth and sipped.
"This is your third cup, Dani, you're not gonna get any sleep tonight." Ash grinned.
"I won't need sleep tonight. I won't be having nightmares about seeing the President's Palace blow into the sky." She giggled and sipped again.
A new person walked into the room. Like Clary, she had short hair, but it was black and actually made it to her shoulders. She had a nose ring, and she didn't wear any shoes. Her tattoo on her heel said "Stand Tall" and was visible for all to see.
Daniella took another sip of her coffee. "Hey Skeria." She smiled warmly at the girl.
"Hey. Have we got any updates on the 'blowing up the President' mission?"
Ash laughed. "That's what they're calling it?"
"That's what we're calling it. Any updates?" she repeated.
"Not yet," Daniella said "but the guys should be here soon."
"You sure?" the new girl called Skeria asked. "Because they left an hour ago, and they still haven't called in to say that they're coming home. And Clary said the operation should take 45 minutes tops."
Ash frowned. "I hope nothing's happened to them. They're the only good people we have. If we lose them, the authorities will get us. I mean, we're just rookies. We aren't fully trained yet."
Daniella coughed. "Speaking of rookies," she said, "isn't there a new person joining us today?"
"Yeah, Meya's bringing them here as we speak." Ash informed.
"What's their name?"
"Just a sec." Skeria flipped through a book on a desk in the corner of the room. "Ah, found it." She pointed at the bottom of the page. "Her name's Raya. Raya Sunshine."
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Gunfire blazed all around Clary as she struggled through the battle to get to Wolf. When she finally found them, they weren't looking so good. They had blood running all over their face and onto the ground, and Clary was pretty sure their nose was bent out of position.
Wolf was just about conscious. "Clary, I-uh," they couldn't form words, their mouth made any noise that came out slur.
Clary put a finger to her lips. "Shh. Don't talk. I just need you to stay awake. Let me pull you out of there." Clary gripped both of Wolf's arms and yanked them out of the ground. She was very strong for a young female adult. Wolf tried to stand, but winced. "Ah! Crap!"
Clary didn't faze. "Your gunshot wound?" she asked softly. Wolf nodded. "Okay, put your right arm around the back of my neck. I'll have to carry you out of here."
Before any of them could move, a man in a green uniform whipped around the corner holding a menacing assault rifle. "Hey! Don't move!" he yelled. "Do you know how much trouble you're gonna be in?"
Fox tried acting the fool. "I don't suppose they'd let us off with a warning?" he asked.
The soldier wasn't fazed. His walkie-talkie buzzed, and he brought it to his ear. He talked for about a minute. Clary and Fox didn't dare move. He wore a grim smile when he placed his walkie back in his belt.
"New orders," he explained. "I'm going to kill you. Orders of the Prez himself."
Fox was scared out of his wits, but he didn't show it. He stood like a statue, not allowing emotion to change his face. Then he felt relieved. Because at the end of the courtyard, a black Range Rover had flicked its lights on, just enough so the soldier didn't notice, but enough for him to see who was behind the wheel.
"Any last words?" the soldier asked politely.
"Look up," Fox told him.
He did.
And in those few seconds, the Rover's engine roared to life, and barrelled full speed towards the soldier. He didn't even have time to turn around. The car rammed him in the back and he fell to the floor with a nasty crunch.
"Ouch," Fox said. Then he looked up and grinned at the driver, who was coming out of the car. "I didn't know you could drive, Skeria."
She shrugged and grinned back. "Seriously? I drove cars when I was a kid."
"Oh yeah? Were they plastic and able to sing songs?"
"Possibly." Skeria looked Wolf up and down. "What happened to her?"
"Them." Wolf panted. "I'm not a female, remember?"
"No offence, but I find it easier to call you a female." Skeria turned to Clary. "Shall we get moving?"
"We shall." Clary smiled and stepped into the passenger seat of the car.
Next to him, Clary laughed. "His fault for being a nature freak. How you doing, Wolf?" she said.
The speaker crackled with static. "I'm good. I spot one guy patrolling the outside area. He's got an AK-47. He's right next to the site. What do I do?"
"Do you have a coin?"
Wolf dug into her pocket. "Five cents. I don't think he'll let me go for this."
"Throw the coin onto the concrete."
She did. When it hit the hard concrete, it made a loud clink, alerting the patrol guard. He hurried over to the steps to find out who had made the noise.
"Move! While he's not looking!" Fox hissed. "Dive under the bush."
Clary had the sniper in her hands now, and was surveying the area around Wolf. "Okay, sweetie, plant the device exactly where you are, under the bush. Our other teams have explosives already in the building near the device. They'll go off when your bomb does. Nobody will see the bomb unless they're looking for it. The activation code is nine-eight-five-three. Once you arm the thing, get out of there the same way you came in. Don't get spotted."
Wolf took the bomb out of her pack. It wasn't fancy, just a few plastic explosives, about a million wires and a wireless connection module. She tapped the code onto the keypad, and it made a distinctive beep. She left it in the bush, and started to make her way out, controller in hand.
Fox had his beloved rifle back in his hands, and was administrating her escape. "One at the door. You'll have to sneak around." Fox was so focused on Wolf that he almost didn't hear Clary yell "Sniper on the roof!" and the loud gunshot that followed right after.
Two things happened: one good and one bad. The good thing was, the bullet hadn't touched Wolf anywhere fatal. The bad thing, it slammed full force into her foot. She yelled in pain, and both hands moved to her wound. As Fox watched through the sights, he saw Wolf drop the control.
He saw the trigger switch hit the ground first.
The control made a loud click.
"WOLF!" Fox yelled, but it didn't stop the hell that followed after.
The bomb 5 feet away from Wolf exploded, knocking her from her feet and launching her forward into a solid wall. She grunted painfully as her nose made contact with the wall. Wolf heard a loud crack, and felt rivers of blood running down her face.
But that was nothing compared to what happened after. The whole sky lit up in orange as the mansion dematerialised. Wolf screamed, and a second later was covered in rubble and concrete.
Fox panicked. "We need to get down there. We can't leave her to die after what she did." Clary didn't argue.
"How are we supposed to get there without anyone seeing us?"
"They'll be busy protecting the President. I think we're good."
Clary hesitated, and spoke again. "I'll go down there. If you see anyone coming towards me, shoot their face."
"Yes, ma'am. Be quick." Fox's voice quivered.
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"Hey Ash, pass me another coffee, will you?"
A mug full of steaming coffee slid across the grey desk into Daniella's waiting hands. She took it to her mouth and sipped.
"This is your third cup, Dani, you're not gonna get any sleep tonight." Ash grinned.
"I won't need sleep tonight. I won't be having nightmares about seeing the President's Palace blow into the sky." She giggled and sipped again.
A new person walked into the room. Like Clary, she had short hair, but it was black and actually made it to her shoulders. She had a nose ring, and she didn't wear any shoes. Her tattoo on her heel said "Stand Tall" and was visible for all to see.
Daniella took another sip of her coffee. "Hey Skeria." She smiled warmly at the girl.
"Hey. Have we got any updates on the 'blowing up the President' mission?"
Ash laughed. "That's what they're calling it?"
"That's what we're calling it. Any updates?" she repeated.
"Not yet," Daniella said "but the guys should be here soon."
"You sure?" the new girl called Skeria asked. "Because they left an hour ago, and they still haven't called in to say that they're coming home. And Clary said the operation should take 45 minutes tops."
Ash frowned. "I hope nothing's happened to them. They're the only good people we have. If we lose them, the authorities will get us. I mean, we're just rookies. We aren't fully trained yet."
Daniella coughed. "Speaking of rookies," she said, "isn't there a new person joining us today?"
"Yeah, Meya's bringing them here as we speak." Ash informed.
"What's their name?"
"Just a sec." Skeria flipped through a book on a desk in the corner of the room. "Ah, found it." She pointed at the bottom of the page. "Her name's Raya. Raya Sunshine."
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Gunfire blazed all around Clary as she struggled through the battle to get to Wolf. When she finally found them, they weren't looking so good. They had blood running all over their face and onto the ground, and Clary was pretty sure their nose was bent out of position.
Wolf was just about conscious. "Clary, I-uh," they couldn't form words, their mouth made any noise that came out slur.
Clary put a finger to her lips. "Shh. Don't talk. I just need you to stay awake. Let me pull you out of there." Clary gripped both of Wolf's arms and yanked them out of the ground. She was very strong for a young female adult. Wolf tried to stand, but winced. "Ah! Crap!"
Clary didn't faze. "Your gunshot wound?" she asked softly. Wolf nodded. "Okay, put your right arm around the back of my neck. I'll have to carry you out of here."
Before any of them could move, a man in a green uniform whipped around the corner holding a menacing assault rifle. "Hey! Don't move!" he yelled. "Do you know how much trouble you're gonna be in?"
Fox tried acting the fool. "I don't suppose they'd let us off with a warning?" he asked.
The soldier wasn't fazed. His walkie-talkie buzzed, and he brought it to his ear. He talked for about a minute. Clary and Fox didn't dare move. He wore a grim smile when he placed his walkie back in his belt.
"New orders," he explained. "I'm going to kill you. Orders of the Prez himself."
Fox was scared out of his wits, but he didn't show it. He stood like a statue, not allowing emotion to change his face. Then he felt relieved. Because at the end of the courtyard, a black Range Rover had flicked its lights on, just enough so the soldier didn't notice, but enough for him to see who was behind the wheel.
"Any last words?" the soldier asked politely.
"Look up," Fox told him.
He did.
And in those few seconds, the Rover's engine roared to life, and barrelled full speed towards the soldier. He didn't even have time to turn around. The car rammed him in the back and he fell to the floor with a nasty crunch.
"Ouch," Fox said. Then he looked up and grinned at the driver, who was coming out of the car. "I didn't know you could drive, Skeria."
She shrugged and grinned back. "Seriously? I drove cars when I was a kid."
"Oh yeah? Were they plastic and able to sing songs?"
"Possibly." Skeria looked Wolf up and down. "What happened to her?"
"Them." Wolf panted. "I'm not a female, remember?"
"No offence, but I find it easier to call you a female." Skeria turned to Clary. "Shall we get moving?"
"We shall." Clary smiled and stepped into the passenger seat of the car.
The black Jeep Cherokee pulled up by the ticket barrier, and the driver rolled down her window to look at the screen. She selected "dropping off", and the barrier lifted up. The Cherokee drove through. It wasn't dropping off passengers, but it was definitely picking one up.
The Cherokee took a turn, and the driver saw a wide gate, with a colossal sign that read "Arrivals." That was where people coming in would exit the airport, waiting for a taxi. That wasn't where the Cherokee was going, though. Instead, it turned left into a narrow alleyway, where someone was waiting.
The person who was waiting had incredibly long, smooth brown hair, so long that it reached her waist. Her eyes were cyan-blue, and in her hair she wore a red flower.
The driver of the Cherokee stepped out and faced her. "Raya?" There was no tone of emotion in her voice, just question. The other girl nodded. She didn't say a word.
"Last time I contacted you, I gave you a number to memorize. Do you remember?"
The girl called Raya nodded. "Two-three-seven-four."
"Okay. Get in the car." The driver said. She suddenly took an interest in Raya's handbag. "What's in there?" she gestured towards the bag.
"Oh, this?" Raya looked like she'd only just noticed it. "Nothing yet. I figured I might need something to put stuff in, if I got anything." She looked rather sheepish.
The driver gave a nod of approval. "Rule 67," she said. "always be prepared. You're already starting to show promise, Raya." The driver flashed a smile, which isn't something a stranger would often see. "Let's go. I don't usually let people ride up front, but..." The driver looked Raya up and down. "I think for you, I'll make an exception."
"What's your name?" Raya asked.
She hesitated, then mumbled. "Meya. Come, let's go now." Both girls clambered into the front seats, and Meya switched the engine on. The Jeep Cherokee left via the main exit. Meya pulled out a phone from the glove compartment and dialled a number. Raya didn't dare listen. She'd had a long flight and she was tired. She dumped her empty bag on the floor and dozed off.
The Cherokee took a turn, and the driver saw a wide gate, with a colossal sign that read "Arrivals." That was where people coming in would exit the airport, waiting for a taxi. That wasn't where the Cherokee was going, though. Instead, it turned left into a narrow alleyway, where someone was waiting.
The person who was waiting had incredibly long, smooth brown hair, so long that it reached her waist. Her eyes were cyan-blue, and in her hair she wore a red flower.
The driver of the Cherokee stepped out and faced her. "Raya?" There was no tone of emotion in her voice, just question. The other girl nodded. She didn't say a word.
"Last time I contacted you, I gave you a number to memorize. Do you remember?"
The girl called Raya nodded. "Two-three-seven-four."
"Okay. Get in the car." The driver said. She suddenly took an interest in Raya's handbag. "What's in there?" she gestured towards the bag.
"Oh, this?" Raya looked like she'd only just noticed it. "Nothing yet. I figured I might need something to put stuff in, if I got anything." She looked rather sheepish.
The driver gave a nod of approval. "Rule 67," she said. "always be prepared. You're already starting to show promise, Raya." The driver flashed a smile, which isn't something a stranger would often see. "Let's go. I don't usually let people ride up front, but..." The driver looked Raya up and down. "I think for you, I'll make an exception."
"What's your name?" Raya asked.
She hesitated, then mumbled. "Meya. Come, let's go now." Both girls clambered into the front seats, and Meya switched the engine on. The Jeep Cherokee left via the main exit. Meya pulled out a phone from the glove compartment and dialled a number. Raya didn't dare listen. She'd had a long flight and she was tired. She dumped her empty bag on the floor and dozed off.
"Welcome to the team, Raya." Clary stuck her hand out to Raya, and she shook it. Raya found herself a bit surprised at the appearance of the rebel leader. She'd expected a crazy, drunk and wild person, but after shaking hands with her, Raya found she was actually quite nice. "We're glad to have you here," Clary continued. "Fox, would you show Raya around the compound?" Fox nodded and motioned at Raya to follow him, which she did.
After they left the room, Ash spoke up. "So, what's our next op? We decimated the house, which we've been planning for months. Now that's over, what's next?"
Meanwhile, Fox was telling Raya about the history of the rebel hideout. "It used to be a 1998 military base. Now that the army moved their headquarters to the next city, no one's bothered about this place anymore. Except us."
"Do they still have all the military equipment here?" Raya asked quietly.
"Most of it was moved out when the army moved, unfortunately. However, we did find a small stash of weapons and comms sets. We've got AKs, sniper rifles, even an RPG if you like." Fox shrugged. "Not the most ideal loadout, but it works."
"You said this used to be a military base, right?" she suddenly piped up.
Fox nodded slowly. "Yeah... why?"
"Oh, good," Raya breathed, "so that's normal then?" She pointed out of the window.
Fox lowered his eyes. He walked slowly to the window and looked out. "Not there, silly. Up there." Raya adjusted his head. When Fox averted his eyes, then he realised what he was looking at.
A helicopter. Armed with dual machine guns and missile launchers.
"We need to alert the rest of the team." Fox warned. He grabbed a small device from his belt and held it to his ear. All he heard was a quiet beep.
He slammed the device on the floor in a temper. Raya actually backed away, in fear he might accidentally attack her. "Signal's jammed. They've found us!" He grabbed Raya's arm. "We need to go! Now!" he yelled as he began to drag Raya to the main lobby.
"Fox, stop moving!" she shouted, and he instantly stopped. "The helicopter hasn't seen us yet. Running around will just alert them to our position. We need to crawl under the windows without them seeing us."
Fox nodded. "Those models of helicopter are equipped with heat sensors. If we don't show up in the windows, they'll activate the sensors. Then we'll be sitting ducks." He began to start crawling to the lobby. He stopped and then said, "I see why Clary thought you'd be a good addition to the team."
2 minutes later, they ran into the lobby and were faced with bewildered looks. "The army," Fox explained breathlessly "they found us. They jammed our comms signal. They've got a helicopter equipped with thermosensors and firepower. No doubt they've got foot soldiers armed."
Clary looked bewildered for a second, then she realised she was supposed to lead these people. "Okay, people!" she said in a raised voice. "We're being hunted! Don't panic, perform Emergency Plan Delta! Fox, get Raya to the gunnery deck!" Instantly the whole room buzzed to life, with hustling and shoving to get to their stations. It was Clary's duty to protect her rebellion. She'd promised to bring them home safe, and she didn't break promises.
Clary heard commotion outside, and risked a glance out of the window. Then a flashbang grenade flew through the window, and Clary realised she'd made a bad choice.
Clary couldn't avert her eyes in time. She was instantly blinded, and she collapsed to the floor. The ringing in her ears was piercing her brain and she felt like screaming. When she finally regained vision, she saw that nearly all the windows had been shattered, and bullets were streaming into the room, hitting the wall at the far end. Clary was so relieved to know that her friends had already left the room. Slowly she crawled her way to the emergency exit, that lead to the vehicle depot.
"You ever fired a gun before, Raya?" Fox asked when they emerged onto the balcony. Raya didn't answer the question. Fox continued rambling on. "That helicopter's still hanging about somewhere. We need to bring it down before we engage the footsoldiers. We've got ZPUs on the upper floor, designed as anti-aircraft guns. I'll let you get up on one of them, and see if you can take out the chopper." He ducked as a grenade exploded on the level below them. "Go! I'll take out the ground forces once that chopper goes down. Be quick!" Raya rocketed to the stairs and on to the balcony above. She could see the entire grounds, she saw so many soldiers dressed in camo suits. She was almost content to just sit back and admire their co-ordination. Admire their determination.
But she didn't. She had a job to do.
She sat in the massive ZPU. It had a turret facing up into the sky, specifically to target flying vehicles. These turrets were linked up to a joystick, with a button sitting on top. "This must be how I shoot the thing," Raya said to herself. She gripped the joystick and rested her thumb on the button, but didn't fire. She used the pedals on the floor to rotate the ZPU to face the helicopter. Much to her relief, it wasn't moving, just hovering over the spot. "Sorry, pilot dude." She whispered, and pressed the button.
An extremely loud shot rang out, so powerful that the entire ZPU shook, and Raya nearly fell off. She watched as the glowing missile shot towards the helicopter, and passed cleanly into the rotor. The helicopter sank at an alarming speed to the ground, where it landed with a might crunch.
Raya couldn't help but feel a little guilty. It was her first day here, and already she'd endangered a life. Then again, that's what she was here to do.
Raya looked down to the balcony below her. Fox was standing at the edge holding a large rod. Was that a minigun? Raya thought to herself. She'd never seen one before, and was quite interested to see what it would do.
Unfortuntely, she didn't get to. Because then both of their comms started buzzing with Clary's voice. "Where are you, guys?" she asked frantically.
"We're on the balconies, trying to take out the army. How come you got through to us with the jammer?"
"I jammed the jammer. Get to the vehicle depot, everyone else is in their own jeep. You two need to get your own. Be quick!" she hung up.
Fox and Raya wasted no time. Fox dropped his minigun and they both double-timed to the back door vehicle depot. It was a grey place, with green army jeeps lined up at the exit. Nearly all of them were filled with drivers, and Raya could pick out Clary at the front. "Come on. There's still two at the back." Fox said, and he led her to two more jeeps. Raya could see it had a white star on either side of the doors. "Do you know how to drive Raya?" she shook her head. As much as she wanted to learn, she'd never found a car to try. "No worries," Fox said. "Get in the passager seat. I'll drive both of us."
A minute later, the depot was filled with the sound of 8 jeeps turning on, and they all sped their way out of the depot, with Clary and Fox in front. "Follow the leader!" Fox called to his friends. "We're going to our old headquarters in Chicago. I've got a friend there who can hook us up with a safehouse. Just know, Chicago is a shady place (reader note: no offense to Chicago intended) and crime rates are high, so watch yourself when we get there."
"They're following us!" Clary shouted, and Raya looked behind and saw three modern jeeps following them. These weren't the 1997 model. These were brand new 2018 types. Meaning they packed more strength, speed and agility.
"Raya!" Fox shouted above all the noise. "You know when I told you about that RPG before we were spotted? I think now is a good time to use it!"
"Wait, you mean it's here? In this jeep?" Raya yelled back.
"Yes! It's right next to your feet. We'll need to shoot some explosives at them!"
Raya picked up the rocket launcher. It was a long heavy rod, with a cone shaped rocket head at the end. There was a slider on the side of the weapon. "You need to slide that towards you to fire the rocket!" Fox yelled. He hesitated, and spoke again. "Stop them without killing them."
After they left the room, Ash spoke up. "So, what's our next op? We decimated the house, which we've been planning for months. Now that's over, what's next?"
Meanwhile, Fox was telling Raya about the history of the rebel hideout. "It used to be a 1998 military base. Now that the army moved their headquarters to the next city, no one's bothered about this place anymore. Except us."
"Do they still have all the military equipment here?" Raya asked quietly.
"Most of it was moved out when the army moved, unfortunately. However, we did find a small stash of weapons and comms sets. We've got AKs, sniper rifles, even an RPG if you like." Fox shrugged. "Not the most ideal loadout, but it works."
"You said this used to be a military base, right?" she suddenly piped up.
Fox nodded slowly. "Yeah... why?"
"Oh, good," Raya breathed, "so that's normal then?" She pointed out of the window.
Fox lowered his eyes. He walked slowly to the window and looked out. "Not there, silly. Up there." Raya adjusted his head. When Fox averted his eyes, then he realised what he was looking at.
A helicopter. Armed with dual machine guns and missile launchers.
"We need to alert the rest of the team." Fox warned. He grabbed a small device from his belt and held it to his ear. All he heard was a quiet beep.
He slammed the device on the floor in a temper. Raya actually backed away, in fear he might accidentally attack her. "Signal's jammed. They've found us!" He grabbed Raya's arm. "We need to go! Now!" he yelled as he began to drag Raya to the main lobby.
"Fox, stop moving!" she shouted, and he instantly stopped. "The helicopter hasn't seen us yet. Running around will just alert them to our position. We need to crawl under the windows without them seeing us."
Fox nodded. "Those models of helicopter are equipped with heat sensors. If we don't show up in the windows, they'll activate the sensors. Then we'll be sitting ducks." He began to start crawling to the lobby. He stopped and then said, "I see why Clary thought you'd be a good addition to the team."
2 minutes later, they ran into the lobby and were faced with bewildered looks. "The army," Fox explained breathlessly "they found us. They jammed our comms signal. They've got a helicopter equipped with thermosensors and firepower. No doubt they've got foot soldiers armed."
Clary looked bewildered for a second, then she realised she was supposed to lead these people. "Okay, people!" she said in a raised voice. "We're being hunted! Don't panic, perform Emergency Plan Delta! Fox, get Raya to the gunnery deck!" Instantly the whole room buzzed to life, with hustling and shoving to get to their stations. It was Clary's duty to protect her rebellion. She'd promised to bring them home safe, and she didn't break promises.
Clary heard commotion outside, and risked a glance out of the window. Then a flashbang grenade flew through the window, and Clary realised she'd made a bad choice.
Clary couldn't avert her eyes in time. She was instantly blinded, and she collapsed to the floor. The ringing in her ears was piercing her brain and she felt like screaming. When she finally regained vision, she saw that nearly all the windows had been shattered, and bullets were streaming into the room, hitting the wall at the far end. Clary was so relieved to know that her friends had already left the room. Slowly she crawled her way to the emergency exit, that lead to the vehicle depot.
"You ever fired a gun before, Raya?" Fox asked when they emerged onto the balcony. Raya didn't answer the question. Fox continued rambling on. "That helicopter's still hanging about somewhere. We need to bring it down before we engage the footsoldiers. We've got ZPUs on the upper floor, designed as anti-aircraft guns. I'll let you get up on one of them, and see if you can take out the chopper." He ducked as a grenade exploded on the level below them. "Go! I'll take out the ground forces once that chopper goes down. Be quick!" Raya rocketed to the stairs and on to the balcony above. She could see the entire grounds, she saw so many soldiers dressed in camo suits. She was almost content to just sit back and admire their co-ordination. Admire their determination.
But she didn't. She had a job to do.
She sat in the massive ZPU. It had a turret facing up into the sky, specifically to target flying vehicles. These turrets were linked up to a joystick, with a button sitting on top. "This must be how I shoot the thing," Raya said to herself. She gripped the joystick and rested her thumb on the button, but didn't fire. She used the pedals on the floor to rotate the ZPU to face the helicopter. Much to her relief, it wasn't moving, just hovering over the spot. "Sorry, pilot dude." She whispered, and pressed the button.
An extremely loud shot rang out, so powerful that the entire ZPU shook, and Raya nearly fell off. She watched as the glowing missile shot towards the helicopter, and passed cleanly into the rotor. The helicopter sank at an alarming speed to the ground, where it landed with a might crunch.
Raya couldn't help but feel a little guilty. It was her first day here, and already she'd endangered a life. Then again, that's what she was here to do.
Raya looked down to the balcony below her. Fox was standing at the edge holding a large rod. Was that a minigun? Raya thought to herself. She'd never seen one before, and was quite interested to see what it would do.
Unfortuntely, she didn't get to. Because then both of their comms started buzzing with Clary's voice. "Where are you, guys?" she asked frantically.
"We're on the balconies, trying to take out the army. How come you got through to us with the jammer?"
"I jammed the jammer. Get to the vehicle depot, everyone else is in their own jeep. You two need to get your own. Be quick!" she hung up.
Fox and Raya wasted no time. Fox dropped his minigun and they both double-timed to the back door vehicle depot. It was a grey place, with green army jeeps lined up at the exit. Nearly all of them were filled with drivers, and Raya could pick out Clary at the front. "Come on. There's still two at the back." Fox said, and he led her to two more jeeps. Raya could see it had a white star on either side of the doors. "Do you know how to drive Raya?" she shook her head. As much as she wanted to learn, she'd never found a car to try. "No worries," Fox said. "Get in the passager seat. I'll drive both of us."
A minute later, the depot was filled with the sound of 8 jeeps turning on, and they all sped their way out of the depot, with Clary and Fox in front. "Follow the leader!" Fox called to his friends. "We're going to our old headquarters in Chicago. I've got a friend there who can hook us up with a safehouse. Just know, Chicago is a shady place (reader note: no offense to Chicago intended) and crime rates are high, so watch yourself when we get there."
"They're following us!" Clary shouted, and Raya looked behind and saw three modern jeeps following them. These weren't the 1997 model. These were brand new 2018 types. Meaning they packed more strength, speed and agility.
"Raya!" Fox shouted above all the noise. "You know when I told you about that RPG before we were spotted? I think now is a good time to use it!"
"Wait, you mean it's here? In this jeep?" Raya yelled back.
"Yes! It's right next to your feet. We'll need to shoot some explosives at them!"
Raya picked up the rocket launcher. It was a long heavy rod, with a cone shaped rocket head at the end. There was a slider on the side of the weapon. "You need to slide that towards you to fire the rocket!" Fox yelled. He hesitated, and spoke again. "Stop them without killing them."
"Nice going back there, Raya." Fox said when they'd got out of the jeep. "Firing at their side was a great idea. You'll make a fine addition to our team." He turned and looked behind him. "Now to find my man."
This area of Chicago was very uniform. Most of the buildings were derelict, but the ones without smashed windows stood tall, not allowing anyone to see through their black windows. Just as everyone else were pulling up and getting out of the car, Fox called to them. "Okay guys, we're close to the safehouse. We just need to do a little bit of walking." He paused, then, "Scrap that. We need to dispose of these army jeeps. Now that they know how we're getting around, leaving these in the open road is basically a white flag telling us where we are. We might as well drive there, but not on the main road, that'll look edgy. We'll cruise the backstreets. Everyone back to their vehicles, and follow me."
5 minutes later, they'd stopped behind the backgarden of an old bungalow. It had a white picket fence surrounding it, but almost half of it had broken off. The windows were smashed, just like the other buildings, but inside they could almost see a wine bottle on a kitchen counter.
Fox stepped out of his jeep. "We won't need these anymore," he pointed towards the jeeps. "Ash, d'you mind torching these? We don't want anyone knowing where we're setting up base."
"On it."
"Thanks. We're heading to the front of the house. Come join us when you're done."
Fox motioned the rest of his comrades to follow him to the front of the house. "What do we do now?" asked Skeria.
"Now," Fox replied. "we knock."
"Really?" Skeria said in a sassy tone. "We're in Chicago, one of the most dangerous places in the States, and you want to knock."
Fox said nothing. In a quick second, he kicked the weak door down to the floor. He stepped inside gingerly, as if he didn't want to disturb the peace. "Oh," Skeria said sheepishly. "knock."
Fox made his way to the kitchen, with everyone else behind him. When they entered, they met a bit of a surprise. An old man, with a grey beard and a bald head was leaning on the kitchen counter with a bottle of champagne in his hand. He seemed incredibly drunk. He looked like he would fall on to the floor at any second.
Fox wasted no time. He slammed his palm on the counter. "Darwin," he called. "Darwin, what are you doing?" He backed off, and then in a louder voice : "Are you sleeping, old man?"
The man called Darwin suddenly jerked to life, and turned his head slowly towards Fox. He looked like he was almost scared of him. "Who, wha -" the old man blubbered. Then he focused his vision, and his eyes grew to the size of pepperoni. "Vinnie?!" the man shouted.
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"I'm sorry," Clary interrupted. She stared at Fox like he was a huge insect. "did he call you Vinnie?"
Suddenly the whole room burst with commotion, with everyone talking at once, everyone talking so loudly that they almost didn't hear Raya yell, "Hey! Shush!" Immediately the noise died down. "This might be a dumb question," Raya continued, "but why is everyone so excited over Fox being called Vinnie? Who is Vinnie?"
Clary walked over to Fox tenatively, like he was a rabid animal. "Vinnie Daxsens," Clary said monotonously, like she was announcing someone's funeral, "is the #1 Most Wanted in Chicago."
This area of Chicago was very uniform. Most of the buildings were derelict, but the ones without smashed windows stood tall, not allowing anyone to see through their black windows. Just as everyone else were pulling up and getting out of the car, Fox called to them. "Okay guys, we're close to the safehouse. We just need to do a little bit of walking." He paused, then, "Scrap that. We need to dispose of these army jeeps. Now that they know how we're getting around, leaving these in the open road is basically a white flag telling us where we are. We might as well drive there, but not on the main road, that'll look edgy. We'll cruise the backstreets. Everyone back to their vehicles, and follow me."
5 minutes later, they'd stopped behind the backgarden of an old bungalow. It had a white picket fence surrounding it, but almost half of it had broken off. The windows were smashed, just like the other buildings, but inside they could almost see a wine bottle on a kitchen counter.
Fox stepped out of his jeep. "We won't need these anymore," he pointed towards the jeeps. "Ash, d'you mind torching these? We don't want anyone knowing where we're setting up base."
"On it."
"Thanks. We're heading to the front of the house. Come join us when you're done."
Fox motioned the rest of his comrades to follow him to the front of the house. "What do we do now?" asked Skeria.
"Now," Fox replied. "we knock."
"Really?" Skeria said in a sassy tone. "We're in Chicago, one of the most dangerous places in the States, and you want to knock."
Fox said nothing. In a quick second, he kicked the weak door down to the floor. He stepped inside gingerly, as if he didn't want to disturb the peace. "Oh," Skeria said sheepishly. "knock."
Fox made his way to the kitchen, with everyone else behind him. When they entered, they met a bit of a surprise. An old man, with a grey beard and a bald head was leaning on the kitchen counter with a bottle of champagne in his hand. He seemed incredibly drunk. He looked like he would fall on to the floor at any second.
Fox wasted no time. He slammed his palm on the counter. "Darwin," he called. "Darwin, what are you doing?" He backed off, and then in a louder voice : "Are you sleeping, old man?"
The man called Darwin suddenly jerked to life, and turned his head slowly towards Fox. He looked like he was almost scared of him. "Who, wha -" the old man blubbered. Then he focused his vision, and his eyes grew to the size of pepperoni. "Vinnie?!" the man shouted.
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"I'm sorry," Clary interrupted. She stared at Fox like he was a huge insect. "did he call you Vinnie?"
Suddenly the whole room burst with commotion, with everyone talking at once, everyone talking so loudly that they almost didn't hear Raya yell, "Hey! Shush!" Immediately the noise died down. "This might be a dumb question," Raya continued, "but why is everyone so excited over Fox being called Vinnie? Who is Vinnie?"
Clary walked over to Fox tenatively, like he was a rabid animal. "Vinnie Daxsens," Clary said monotonously, like she was announcing someone's funeral, "is the #1 Most Wanted in Chicago."
On the other side of Chicago, a convoy of 3 black Mitsubishi Evo X cruised the streets in a single formation, not allowing their line to be penetrated. No one on the sidewalk batted an eye at the sight. They knew their home town. They knew Chicago was crawling with gangs and hitmen. They just had to make sure they weren't involved.
The convoy turned into a backstreet and stopped behind a tall building. Unlike most of the other buildings, this looked quite new, with grey paint and black windows, unsmashed. The cars parked right next to the building, still in their line formation, and the driver's door of the middle car opened.
A man stepped out. Like Darwin, he was mostly bald, but had a string of hair around his head. He wore a red tie and a determined face, a man ready to do anything he wanted.
The doors of the other two cars opened. The men that stepped out wore black hoodies and balaclavas. They wore sunglasses, even though the weather was grey and depressing. The lenses were so thick you couldn’t see the eyes behind them. The bald man stepped towards the elevator behind the building, and pressed the “LG” button. Lower Ground. This would take him to the basement.
After the elevator had stopped moving, the bald man was greeted by another masked man, with a hoodie and balaclava. Behind him was a high-tech computer desk, the displays glowing aqua blue. The masked man spoke with a heavy Russian accent, “Alonzo, the preparations for our next op are ready. We are waiting for your go.”
The bald man called Alonzo spoke, with a clean American accent. “Thank you, Grant. I’ll go forward with the op. Tell your men to get moving.” Grant saluted, then walked to the elevator that Alonzo had arrived on, and made his way back up to the ground floor. After he left, Alonzo walked over to the desk, and start swiping windows and typing in credentials. “Okay then, Vinnie Daxsens,” he said to himself. “where are you hiding?”
The convoy turned into a backstreet and stopped behind a tall building. Unlike most of the other buildings, this looked quite new, with grey paint and black windows, unsmashed. The cars parked right next to the building, still in their line formation, and the driver's door of the middle car opened.
A man stepped out. Like Darwin, he was mostly bald, but had a string of hair around his head. He wore a red tie and a determined face, a man ready to do anything he wanted.
The doors of the other two cars opened. The men that stepped out wore black hoodies and balaclavas. They wore sunglasses, even though the weather was grey and depressing. The lenses were so thick you couldn’t see the eyes behind them. The bald man stepped towards the elevator behind the building, and pressed the “LG” button. Lower Ground. This would take him to the basement.
After the elevator had stopped moving, the bald man was greeted by another masked man, with a hoodie and balaclava. Behind him was a high-tech computer desk, the displays glowing aqua blue. The masked man spoke with a heavy Russian accent, “Alonzo, the preparations for our next op are ready. We are waiting for your go.”
The bald man called Alonzo spoke, with a clean American accent. “Thank you, Grant. I’ll go forward with the op. Tell your men to get moving.” Grant saluted, then walked to the elevator that Alonzo had arrived on, and made his way back up to the ground floor. After he left, Alonzo walked over to the desk, and start swiping windows and typing in credentials. “Okay then, Vinnie Daxsens,” he said to himself. “where are you hiding?”
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It means a lot as a non binary. CAN't WAIT FOR MORe