Snippet #2376745

What was with all of the grunts sniffing around?

The transports always looking imposing, but most were very sparsely manned, usually a driver, some maintenance workers, and two or three guards to repel any potential robberies when they passed through the west side. Here, they seemed to be swarmed with kitted up Archangel men, and not just your average rent a cop resentful at the night shift. These people looked pretty damn serious, and edgy along with it.

To a degree, Yellow Fox was suspicious about what she was walking in to, but more acutely, she was concerned about how she was going to do 'crowd control'. It was a lot of bodies to drop in a very short period of time.

It was no good, she was going to have to break out the nasty stuff.

Yellow Fox disliked using the gas to clear a place, much because the acrid chemical symphony taking place inside those canisters Red Spider had handed her clung to her clothing and made her skin creep for days afterward. Who knew what evil things they put in it, but it was sufficiently nasty that people could not endure it for long, and would do their best to escape it, perfect when you were on a train.

Loosening her bag she pulled out a mask with respirator snapping the straps around the back of her head and checking the seal, before hopping onto the top again and carefully removing one of the slowly corroding cannisters from her bag, breaking it and throwing it inside.

Moments later came sounds of coughing and distress, and she saw a disorderly, panicked exodus from number three, a large number of staff coming barrelling out into number two, coughing and wretching. Once she was certain they had done so, Yellow hopped neatly down behind them, looping under the walkway and pulling the connection free. There was a jolt as the train took off into the distance...only without the other carriages, and the troops still on board.

Too easy, she thought. Now the only hard bit was getting finished before the next train decided to arrive. She swung inside the door, mask already sealed, and ventured into the smoky depths, snapping the LEDs set into the top of the mask on to illuminate the progress. It was difficult to see very far in the gloom, but her wanderings eventually drew her to the most prominent feature in the otherwise sparse interior, a large crate. The Archangel logo, along with another she had not recognition of, were stamped onto the side, and the whole thing was chained down to the floor. That had to be it.

Yellow Fox looked around for an opening, eventually discovered an electronic card slot in a voltage proof casing on the underside, a red clearance symbol beside it. How odd. There were four clearance level keys that she was aware of in Archangel. Red being one of the highest. Only department managers and high ranking researchers were allowed to open things of that level... that and of course people such as her who had fake keys. She took her own and slipped it into the lock, a light blinking before the side fell away, revealing this apparent Archangel device she needed to get rid of... except it was not what she had thought she would see. Not at all.

A person, or at least, what very much appeared to be a person, lying within the crate, heavy chains, seeming better suited for anchoring heavy machinery set around them in all directions. She hopped down level to get a better look through the fog. The individual's side had several burns noticeable on the surface of the skin, as if from electrical shock...the savages. What seemed most bizarre to her were the odd protrusions on his back. They seemed to be part of the figure, but as to what they were it was harder to call. A little more inspection led her to conclude that he was quite heavily sedated. Why? A person could barely move locked up in such a way. What on earth had this prisoner done to warrant this treatment?

Her gloved had closed around the figure's jaw, wrenching his head up to get a better look at his features. It was not one of their number... not as far as she knew, anyway. Few Pack members that were caught stayed kicking for long. The brass liked to get rid of them as soon as was possible.

The gas was still quite thick, and she had to make the call, if nothing else because this individual had no mask. The gas was intended to irritate and cause some panic, but to keep breathing it in was not going to do anyone much good.

Grey Wolf had to have made a mistake. Surely this wasn't the cargo that had been intended for destruction. She had dealt with living targets before but... If nothing else, it seemed rather unsporting. This figure had been chained up, shocked, drugged... perhaps it might be considered a kindness to put the poor bastard out of it and spare him whatever Archangel had in store for him...