Slim's Story

Kael arrived at Randin's office and took a seat in front of his desk, after nodding to the other officer, and waited for Randin to speak. He was amicus to answer the detectives questions so he could secure his freedom. He had slept well in the cell, but was worried about Aross, what was he planning?

Randin laughed at Slim's antics. "Don't listen to a word Kwong says. That bastard drinks gossip like Monday morning coffee." He stood up as Kael entered the room.

"Kael!" he greeted the boy, "come in, please. I'd like you to meet my coworker, Slim. He'll be helping us in dealing Aross and his gang." The detective gestured towards the four-armed alien.

"What's he look like and where we can find him." Slim replied to Kael, grinning. "Just point us in the right direction and..." The alien made a gun gesture and make a sound similar to an explosion. "He'll be in prison for life if it's as bad as my partner said here." Slim grinned and leaned back against the wall.

"Have you got any evidence locked up we can use against him?"

"I did, it was on another planet, Arros had the police after me and they seized the evidence. I'm sure its been destroyed. All I have are these," Kael said as he lifted his shirt revealing the scars all over his bare upper body, close examination would show that it wasn't from abuse, but experimentation.

"As I told Randin, if you try to use this as evidence against the Masius corporation, they will provide all the fake information they need to show I'm insane. I did see that telepath and she has experienced what fragmented memories I have and told me more than I knew about what had happened. I've been piecing together the reasons behind my father's actions and so far I can only make a guess. My guess is that he doesn't want me to tae over the family business, but one of the experimental surgeries was to see if swapping out key organs for genetically engineered and enhanced organs would prolong my life. More than prolong it, but improve it. I don't know if my father is doing this to have it eventually done to him or to make me the sole owner and permanent head of the Masius Corporation. The telepath said she would put more together later and discuss it with me." Kael took a moment to breathe as he didn't want to get upset and waste these two officer's day.

"As for Arros, I don't know where he is, but when he's ready he'll come. He's a force of nature, no matter where I go, where I hide, he's on my tail. I went into an escape pod that tossed me on the surface of a frozen planet. His ship showed up a day later, scanning for me. I am sorry I came here, I don't want to put the lives of you and your fellow officers in danger. I just had nowhere else to run."

"I'll do everything I can, just ask your questions and I'll tell you all I know."

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"Alright! We're going to go see the police! So stop your boo hoos and put on a pretty smile." Arros said to the crowd of terrified hostages.

His ship roared through the sky, heading straight for the Police Headquarters. He was going to get Kael this time, he had had enough of this chase. The ship touched down within a block of the Headquarters in a concealed location. The hostages were unloaded and lined up into the waves they would be sent in.

"Why are you doing this?" A woman cried.

"You better keep your mouth shut if you don't want to end up like your husband." His squad mate said with a smile.

"Alright, let's get the speakers working and make sure we have our escape." Arros said as he loaded a holographic display of the city map.

"We can still beat him," Randin assured Kael, "your memories are a good start. Those can hold up in court as evidence. We can have your wounds examined to discern their nature as well. Get a documented report supporting that they weren't self-inflicted." He leaned back in his chair. "It's Arros himself that I'm worried about at this point. We need to find this sonuva' bitch before he makes his move. Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"He finds you, detective. I've never thought to go looking for him. I don't know how to find him, I have no idea how he finds me. I can give you a description, he's got messy dark brown hair, blue eyes, with cybernetic implants on parts of his face and body."

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Four people enter the Headquarters one at a time, they have a terrified look on their faces. Each spread out across the room closest to the front desk, processing station, and as close to other police officers as trouble. One woman leans in close to the officer at the front desk and says, "Help...u-"

Each of the four people is laced through their chest cavities and their clothing with high powered military grade explosives. Each of them explodes at the same time blowing the front of the Headquarters out into the street, the front desk and near entirety of this area of the Headquarters is engulfed in fire. The shockwave shakes the building as the blast can be heard over a mile away.

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As the dust settles seven more people have entered and stand at the front where the entrance was and the voice of Arros on the loudspeaker calls to Kael and Randin, "Just give yourself up and no one else gets hurt. Mate, you take that kid out in cuffs and I won't blow up any more of your people. Don't call for help either, I've got more of these people riding buses, transports, as packed in with crowds as they can. Don't make me blow up more people mate, just send the kid out and I'll be out of your hair forever."

The Lobby

The front of Wing City Police Department had seen a great deal of punishment over the years, from Taiyou invasions to maniacal serial killers with big guns. Surprisingly enough, this wasn't the first time it had seen kamikaze bombers. As a result, when the smoke cleared, the front of the building remained almost entirely intact. The furnishings were gone, as were several officers and civilians, but the structure itself stood strong.

The response from the police was immediate. Guns were raised and officers flooded into the lobby. Clambering up from behind the front desk, singed but no worse for wear from the explosions, the titanium form of Danielle Kalter, receptionist and SOD agent, vaulted out into the open, pulling a gun from her hip.

From the interior of the police station, a pair of surprisingly young women with lustrous red hair emerged. Tanya and Marissa, twins, held no visible weapons but stood as confident as the other officers around them.

Danielle's eyes flicked towards them briefly, but otherwise they remained silent.

'What are your orders, sir?' the voice of Marissa cut into Randin's mind, despite the distance. 'Give the word and we can take them down from the inside of their minds.'

****

Further inside the police station

Alison looked up from her desk with a start as an explosion suddenly rocked the building. Her chair clattered to the floor as she jumped to her feet, rushing out of her office into the main work floor of the desk-based police force. In that room was a set of screens showing the scene at the front of the building, though some of the cameras had gone dead. The voice over the loudspeaker was unknown to her, but she picked up on two key points - more explosives, and public transport.

Grabbing a communications device, she quickly patched herself through to a very specific channel. "Aiedail, this is Alison. I need an immediate jam on communications from the area around the police station, and I need you on scene five minutes ago. There's a terrorist attack, no time for questions. Do it, now."

With that said, she broke off from contact and started to make her way towards the lobby.

****

Far above Wing City

Aiedail noted the communications from Alison going dead as she finished speaking, and set about the task appointed to her. The blue-haired android shot through the air like a rocket as she made her way towards the station.

"Vio'lah!" Slim shouted, jumping to his feet and sending out his lower limbs for support as the building shook. The alien pulled two pistols from his shoulder holsters. It was a remarkable thing about Scythian biology, they actually had limbs that could accurately and skillfully wield two things at once. Extra-Extra ambidextrous.

Slim slid though the door of Randin's office and covered both portions of the hallway, holding out his limbs in various defensive postures, using his lower limbs to rip down a nearby shelf for cover, it always helped to be paranoid. The alien backed up and rapped on the door twice without looking.

"Job never get old."

Randin was on his feet with his magnum unholstered the moment the first shockwave shook the precinct. He walked around his desk, flipping open his Caddy and checking the HQ security cameras. The lobby. A bombing. Randin was about to patch into the front desk with Kalter when he heard Arros' voice boomed over the megaphone. His teeth grit with fury. So this was how he was gonna play it, huh?

"Good thinking Slim," Randin nodded to the Scythian, "keep our flank covered. We're all going down to the lobby." He nodded to Kael. "Stay between us kid. If it comes to shooting, you hit the deck as fast as you can."

As the trio moved towards the lobby, Randin reviewed the video-footage of the bombing on his phone. It wasn't hard to discern what kind of attack this was judging by the terrified faces of the victims. This was murder, not suicide. Arros was using innocent meatshields to perpetuate his assault. The detective growled, zooming in on the petrified expression of the next seven civilians as they piled into the lobby. The coward.

He felt Marissa's voice inside his mind.

"Negative Marissa," Randin shook his head, speaking aloud and thinking his response simultaneously, "I have reason to believe that this bastard's mind is shielded against psionic attacks. He knows when he's under fire. Even if you could tear his psyche to shreds in five seconds, it only takes one to pull a trigger." He winced at his phone screen, looking at the shaking, terrified squabble of men and women in the lobby, wires strapped over their chests. "...as for the people, we need to keep them on their feet. If this guy sees them drop, he'll light em' up. As of right now, we hold our position and put on the forward shields. I'm coming down, stay where you are." Randin quickly flipped his frequency over to Alison Keating's comm line. "Chief, you getting this?" he spoke quickly but calmly, "listen, guy behind all this goes by the name of Arros. He wants us to hand over a kid we got in the precinct that's currently under my custody and protection. I have every reason to believe that he has dozens of other civilians rigged to blow around the city, and that he will absolutely light the fuse if we don't give him what he wants." The detective rounded a corner and whistled to a nearby detective who was just opening a gun-locker in his office. He nodded to Randin and threw him a shotgun. Kaye caught it with one hand and swung it over his back in a single, fluid movement.

"I have a plan, chief," Randin continued, "but we're gonna need to move fast, and I'm gonna need some special permission here on your part. I need specialists down in the lobby with those experimental cryo-guns that are still in testing. I need Aiedail running a backtrack on the radio-wave Arros is using to rig those bombs with." He cleared his throat. "...lastly, I need you to trust that I have Wing City's best interest at heart if I get on this megaphone and start saying some really immoral and nasty shit."

They were in the lobby now. Police officers formed a protective barrier in the lobby. The shields were up, the defenses set. It was a good ol' fashioned showdown at this point. Randin was handed a powerful megaphone from a nearby officer. The detective briefly let down his Caddy and looked to Kael.

"I need you to trust me too, kid," he nodded, "can you do that for me?"

"I trust you detective. Whatever you decide to do, I will go along with. I don't want you to get killed, but if you can stop Arros then do it."



"Mate you better just give him up! I'll tear this city apart otherwise." The speakers came to life again.



Kael kept close to the two officers, hoping this would end with Arros being dead. He knew the fighting would get worse and prepared himself to face it. He had to earn his freedom.

"I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing, Kaye." Alison replied as she strode through the corridor, "Later I want to know how this ended up blowing down our doors before I even caught ear of it. I'm not a fan of being out of the loop. I'm sending Cheyanni after their leader as a contingency, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now, she'll hold her fire. Make it count."

That said, she set about giving the necessary orders. It wasn't long before the specialists joined the small crowd of officers in the lobby - there wasn't anything to immediately set them apart from the other officers beyond the fact that their weapons looked slightly different.

Aiedail received her new orders as she was hovering over the police station, and took it in stride. Utilising the sophisticated technology of her orbiting ship and her own robotic form, she aimed to lock onto the signal being sent through to the men in the front of the police station and track it back to its point of origin: Arros. From there, she worked to isolate the separate signals connecting him to the bombs around the city, revealing their locations.

Should Aiedail be able to locate Arros, she relayed the information to a particular operative currently lurking at the back of the police station. Cheyanni Viasquera, SOD Chameleon, set out at a breakneck pace towards the position, staying out of sight where possible and using her stealth abilities to avoid detection as she neared the target.

Finally, Alison emerged into the lobby, shooting Randin a nod as she took up a position behind the psionic twins.

Arros had set up the broadcast point in the sewers where a large force of the Crimson Family had settled. He had used their comm station to bait any assassins his way. He needed the police and the Crimson Family to start fighting so he could maneuver through the battle and grab Kael.

"Arros, you owe us for this." The Crimson Sergeant said.

"I don't owe you shit mate. You and your boys wanna destroy the city then do it. I just need my target."

"You know they will send their best after you."

"Yeah and it will take them here. You got the weapons and the manpower."

"That we do. That's why we're taking things into our own hands."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got an army in this city, we'll hit that station with everything we've got."

"You dumb fuck, it's a fortress meant for holding back any attack."

"We're not going from the surface. Look at his map, we're going to set our big bombs at drains in the bathrooms and make our own entrance."

"That's real good mate, but I'm not taking part in your raid. I've read up on this place. It's seen it all, so you crash your wave against the cliffs, I'm just gunna get the boy and leave."

If anyone had entered the sewers at this point they would find it oddly quiet. The Crimson Family had set an ambush and once aiedail reached a distance twenty terrorists would fire on her with explosive rounds and EMP weapons.



Meanwhile in the men's bathroom a man wearing heavy armor and a personal shield technology finished putting together the heavy weapon that was snuck into the bathroom piece by piece since the Crimson Family arrived in Wing City. He couldn't block direct psionic attacks but his implants made it so any psionics couldn't focus on him unless they saw him. He loaded the weapon with a loud pattern of metal clicks.

He leaves the bathroom as he starts to sing the Crimson Family anthem, but it is drowned out by the roar of his weapon spraying the room on the flank of the police officers. His double barrel magazine is overflowing with ammunition stringing behind him and rattles as it slowly moved towards the end. This man knows he won't survive long enough to use all of his ammunition, but this would hit them hard.

Randin nodded to Keating as she took her position in the lobby. The detective touched Slim's shoulder. "Check the bathrooms," he nodded to the two restrooms still left untouched after the recent explosion, "this is the only time I'm cool with you walking into the lady's room without knocking."

He hefted his megaphone (wired to the WCPD loudpseakers) and began exchanging dialogue with Arros.

"Alright Arros!" his voice boomed, "you've made your point. We'll release the kid! But we're gonna do this nice n' slow! I don't want you leaving with him and then blowing up these people just for fun once you've got him!" He growled. "Y'hear me? I want these bombs disarmed! I don't care if it takes all day! You're not getting Kael until these people are safe!" He snarled. "And if you think lighting them up in the lobby is gonna change our minds, THINK AGAIN! I have Kael sitting right next to me, completely unprotected! You blow these people up, Kael gets blown up too! How do you think your boss would like THAT?!" Though Randin didn't suppose that Arros cared much for poor Masius' life, he DID know that he needed him alive. The detective intended to use that to his advantage as much as he could.

Bringing down his microphone, Randin nodded to Alison. "Let me know as soon as Aiedail gets that tracking lock. We need to strike fast and hard-"

It was at that moment that a Crimson Family commando exited the bathroom in full heavy armor and began spattering the police line with a round of armor-piercing rounds. The lobby's shields were up, but at such a close range... how effectively would they hold?

Randin covered Kael with his own body and prayed to God that Slim was in a position to end this quickly.

The faint growl of detective Hale's Impala LTZ could be heard as he pulled up, stopping in the parking area near the department. Upon stepping out, he took a second to admire his relatively new ride. "Can't help but dig the new toys." he chuckled to himself before heading toward the building's entrance.

As he came closer, the shouts become more and more audible. "--I want these bombs disarmed!"

"Seems like we've got a situation." Hale said to himself while ducking down behind a car. He spotted the group of civilians standing in the doorway, and the explosives attached to their torsos. Well this wasn't good.. He had heard about Wing City but he didn't expect to get physical this soon.

Shortly after Randin's announcement to the apparent leader of the attack, the sound of heavy gunfire rang against his drum. I'll have to wait until the gunshots stop so I can get those bombers out of there.. he could barely hear his own thoughts.

"Alright Randin, send Kael out now. No officers better leave the building. When I have Kael, I'll place the detonator on the ground. Just hit the green button instead of the red one to shut down the bombs." Arros replied.

"For the Crimson Family!" The commando shouted as he threw charges at the defenses to bust through the defenses.

The charges went off under the men and women's bathrooms collapsing the whole floor. Broken pipes sprayed water and almost immediately there were Crimson Family soldiers swarming in with rifles aimed at the door.

"OUR BROTHER IS OUT THERE NOW! FOR THE FAMILY!" A Crimson Sergeant shouted as he kicked open the bathroom door and fired his rocket launcher at the police officers in the lobby. Crimson Family soldiers took cover and fired from the doorway when they could. There were fifteen in the bathroom, twenty that could be seen waiting to enter the bathroom from the sewers. Four rifles could fire at once from the doorway to the police officers and slowly the Crimson Family would spread out to the lobby and once they had taken the lobby they would set their bomb that would level the building.

"Those stupid animal." Arros thought to himself about the Crimson Family. They would impede his progress now and might kill Kael, he had to get in position fast to teleport next to Kael, grab him, and teleport to his ship. he would have seconds.

Slim roared around the corner, stepping past Randin and Kael and pointing his two pistols at the commandos, discharging at close range at two targets at once, while also advancing with reckless abandon. The bullets that weren't absorbed by the lobby shields whizzed past his head, leaving scratches in the metalwork of his jaw.

Slim made a dismissive gesture at Randin behind his back while he hauled himself up onto the lobby's desk. It was time to play the action hero he always saw in Randin's favorite movies, it took him all of his self-control not to shout 'Where is Sarah Connor?' at the top of his lungs.

The best the alien could do with the weapons he had right now was to serve as a distraction. The alien poured shots into the commandos, the slides of his pistols leaving bruises in the corners of his thumbs, hoping to take a few down before they got him out of the way.

Slim hoped that Randin took this chance, their only hope of holding this hostage was a game of cat and mouse until bigger guns than they arrived.

The Police Station

The effect of the rocket launcher being fired was immediate. In such a confined space, the carnage was both inevitable and horrifying. The launcher struck the psychic shields that had thus-far been maintained against the barrage of bullets launched by the first commando to emerge from the bathrooms and broke them. Tanya collapsed like a rag doll as her mind reeled at the strain of her barrier being annihilated, being caught by her sister even as the blast swept through the room. As a result of the point of impact, the explosion hit both the police and the Crimson Family, causing casualties and injuries amongst both groups.

Limbs were crushed or torn clean off and blood soon was spread across the ground.

'They fired a fucking rocket launcher inside.' Alison could scarcely believe it, as she pulled herself up off the ground, ignoring the open wounds in her arm and side where shrapnel had hit her. To her right, the unshakeable form of Captain Darcy was unloading bullets into the lines of the Family, the metal of his cyborg form visible beneath torn synthetic skin. Danielle, unphased by the explosion was acting as cover for another two officers behind her, her titanium body shrugging off bullets with ease.

Shields were hastily being put in place, varying from arcane to psionic to tech-based as officers ranging from mages to aliens responded to what was suddenly open warfare. Magic and gunfire rippled through the air in response, tearing into the attackers with a force they likely weren't expecting from a city police department. Where weight of fire and the like couldn't pierce armour, psionics stepped in with mental strikes or mages called on arcane spells that paid no heed to physical barriers.

But this was the WCPD, and if there was one thing they were good at, it was coping with excessive force. Practically everything in their city was excessive.

Above the city

Aiedail remained in the air, relaying information between the various points of engagement. "I have the coordinates of the bombs." she sent, "Relaying them to the police network now. I believe there is a failsafe in place to prevent us from disabling them remotely. A signal is transmitted periodically from them to the detonator. I would assume that should this signal not be received, they will detonate."

'Tell Cheyanni to hold where she is, then.' came Alison's reply over the sound of gunfire. 'It's not worth the risk. Contact the NPA and get them to each of the bomb sites, they have the specialists that can disarm them. Then we need you down here, see if you can get behind them in the sewers.'

Aiedail nodded her head and opened a channel with the NPA. "This is Aiedail of the Militia reporting, I need bomb specialists at the following locations. There are explosive devices strapped to civilians receiving signals from a detonator. They must be disarmed before we can attempt interference with the responsible party."

With the request made, Aiedail began to drop from the sky, making a beeline for the section of the sewers leading to the police station.

In the sewers beneath the city

It was not Aiedail that entered the sewers first, however, but rather Cheyanni. The fae-elf girl dropped into the gloomy murk with a wrinkle of her nose, disdaining where the bastards had decided to set up shop. She moved with purpose towards the coordinates Aiedail had transmitted to her, but when she emerged onto the scene of the trap, it wasn't likely that she'd suffer for it. All-but invisible, with her heat signature disguised, the innate magic of her race left her undetectable to all but the most thorough of security systems. And given the recency of the Crimson Family's setup here, it was unlikely their perimeter would be covered with enough sensors to detect her.

Given that she wasn't being shot at, Cheyanni crept past the veritable army of mercenaries and closer to Arros himself, her movement silent and her breath held.

'Cheyanni, orders in. Hold your position until the word is given. I've picked up a regular transmission going from Arros' ship to the detonator he's holding. The most likely reason for this would be a failsafe. Disabling that detonator could lead to the bombs triggering regardless.'

The message from Aiedail came through into her ear, and she grimaced. She could see Arros further down the tunnel, but there was nothing on him resembling a detonator. Even if she was able to take him down, chances were he'd have a failsafe in place for his own death, to go out with a bang. She stayed where she was, silent and unseen, and waited.

Randin felt the heat from the explosion. Bits of shrapnel tore open the back of his duster, cutting into the LAPDA vest beneath. He was lucky. He'd been far off enough from the blast to where the brunt of the explosion had been caught be the shield layers. Turning around, Randin realized with dismay that many of the other officers hadn't had his good fortune.

But the WCPD was on the rebound now. Literally dozens of armed policemen were returning fire, showering the Crimson Family commandos with a hail of incredibly powerful ammunition, from armor-piercing bullets to mind-piercing psionis darts. Slim had drawn their fire, and the rest of the force was backing him up. It seemed as if the renegade soldiers would last only a few seconds, if any.

Of course, there would be more. The hole they'd opened up beneath the bathroom was a problem. So long as it remained accessible, the enemy could be re-enforced.

"Get our cryoguns on the bathrooms!" Randin shouted, "seal that hole, goddammit, freeze it over! Keep the rats in the sewer where they belong!" Bringing the megaphone to his lips, the detective blasted a response to Arros. "What kind of game are you playing, punk? Call off your men! Kael's not gonna get in any better health with your cronies shooting this place up!"

Randin put down the megaphone and commed back to Keating. "If we can't disable the bombs wirelessly, I have another plan. It's incredibly risky, so let's save it as a last resort. I'll keep Arros distracted as long as I can."

The detective aimed his magnum towards the jarring crater in the bathroom wall, ready to cover the cryo-specialists as they attempted to freeze over the entrance. He commed into the general WCPD frequency, the same frequency that Hale Santiago doubtlessly was patched into. "I need officers on-duty near the precinct." He growled. "NEAR the precinct, not inside! I need some men out there for the next part of this plan!"

The commando with the heavy weapon took a psionic dart to the chest as a bullet grazed his left cheek, tearing most of the flesh off. He began to drop, but focused his fire on Slim who stood on the counter in the open. The blast from the rocket had taken down his shields, but adrenaline would keep him alive a little longer. The Crimson soldiers maintained their presence in the bathrooms, nearly twenty of them had been slaughtered in the fighting and it only fueled their fury. The Sergeant had survived, but sustained mortal wounds. After reloading The Sergeant called for suppression fire. The terrorists focused fire on every officer that made themselves visible. The Sergeant fell into the doorway with the last of his energy and squeezed the trigger. The rocket launcher let another rocket towards the rocket in the lobby. Crossfire ripped the Sergeant to pieces and he fell backwards.

"Randin, those dogs aren't working with me, I told them attacking your Headquarters was suicide, but that's what their hoping for apparently. Anyways mate, let's finish our business. Get Kael out of that madhouse and I'll disarm the bombs. I'll take him and we'll never bother your planet again. I'm being pretty nice especially with you calling in reinforcements after I said not to, but you got visitors so like I said mate. Get Kael outside and we're out of your hair." Arros said through the speaker system.

Two Crimson soldiers took the place of every one that fell. It was apparent two unyielding forces had clashed and it was only a matter of time before the WCPD would prevail.The Crimson Lieutenant was on the radio with his commander calling for reinforcements, "Sir, we don't have the manpower to set the bomb up. We'll never get out of the bathrooms."

"Of course brother. That isn't your job, your men have the bomb under the bathrooms. When the last of your men have fallen I'll detonate the bomb. You and your men are there to keep WCPD's attention on you while we hit the rest of the city. You were given this mission because we believe in you. Fight to your last and know that your deaths were not in vain, brother. For the Crimson Family!"

The Lieutenant had stopped listening after Arros slit his throat.

"Sorry mate, I can't get that kid back if you turn the building into a crater."

Another Crimson soldier entered the communication tent and froze when he saw Arros. Before he could run Arros sank his knife upwards into his skull from the bottom of his head. The small section of the Crimson Family lost its command squad in minutes.

"Boys, I'm sending you coordinates, teleport the object and then I'll join you." Arros called to his squad.

The large bomb and Arros disapeared within the blink of an eye. His squad mates stood with surprised expressions at the large quarter ton bomb.

"Uh, boss? What are we gonna do with that?"

"Saving ourselves the headache. Get this thing disabled and we'll drop it somewhere Randin and his boys will find."

The two squad mates worked diligently on the weapon and after several minutes, the bomb powered down. The ship, still cloaked, landed on the roof of a building and dropped the bomb off with a military-grade Valuable Target tracker placed on its top. Any scans would show the bomb, but it was more junk than an explosive as Arros' squad removed the computer as well from the device.

"Are we going to blow up the city or not boss?"

"Nah, I'm sick of this planet and I'd rather we just get out of here once we get Kael. We're not here to fight a war, that's those Crimson dogs. Set course for intercept point and we'll get this over with.

As the ship approached its landing point Arros prepared himself, he knew Randin had some sort of plan and it might finally be good enough to kill him. He wasn't going to falter even a step if it came to fighting Randin, that man would need to give his all to kill Arros.

The cackle of gunfire was briefly replaced by a powerful explosion, blowing shrapnel and the occasional severed limb out of the lobby's agape doors. Peering over the hood of the car, Hale spotted the rocket launcher lying amidst the chaos. 'What kind of stupid do you have to be to fire a RPG indoors?

From what he could tell, it seemed like the WCPD had the upper hand in the firefight going on inside. Though this didn't stop him from helping. Hale dashed behind a car parked further up the street while taking one hearty inhale. He then turned to his right flank, firing a volley of compressed sound into the aggressing Crimson soldiers. Quite the mess they made, producing a violent explosion upon contact.

The sound of Randin's voice ringed in his hair as he barked orders across WCPD feed. Soon afterward the cavalry came, on duty officers filing in and taking strategic positions throughout the street.