Flint Weathersteel, Corrupted Akula’s
Elysium Heights - Office Block
In collaboration with: @EstylwenInteractions: Magna Mafia
Mentions: Military
Elysium Heights.
A district that was once proud. Now it had fallen to lawlessness and bickering among gangs, the largest of which Flint and the Akulas stood in front of. An office building of some sort.
They must have known they were coming.
The moment Flint and the Akulas entered the building, there in the lobby, on display like toys, was a row of hostages, blindfolded and bound. Clutching each tight with a pistol pressed against their head was a gang member, bandanas covering their faces.
Flint stared for a moment, before he shrugged. They could play ‘negotiate’ for now.
Mentally.
”One of you who feels strong enough to negotiate, step forward and talk with them.Meanwhile, one of the gangsters growled at him, grinning.
”Ya really thought ya had the jump on us, huh? You want the district? Ya better worry more about ya own heads. If you don't want the hostages to die, drop yer guns.”One of the Akula’s nodded, eyes fearless whatever the outcome might be. They discarded their rifle and marched into the building without hesitation. Firearms now facing the lone Akula their eyes simply scanned the room left to right to cover every detail. Without taking the time to process the situation the Akula spoke flatly. “Your position is surrounded. Your decision is to withdraw or die. Rest assured we will ensure your safe retreat or imminent death according to your choice. Do not fear.” The Akula paused for a moment. “Either result will be absolute.”
Flint could feel the connection to the Akula’s around him. From each a line in the aether leading back to him. While the Akula inside spoke, Flint could see everything the negotiating Akula did. Every man. Every hostage. Every trap. Pinging the other lines displayed that the remaining Akula’s all had a bead on each of the gunmen holding the hostages. All they needed was Flint’s order and their guns would sound all at once and once only. Nothing else would be required to finish the fight before it started, at least for the lobby. Only Flint’s mercy held back the inevitable.
The gangster scoffed, clearly grinning behind his bandana.
”Yeah, right. And Nocturnia is full of unicorns and ponies. We’re not giving up our hostages, and you're not gonna risk such a bold move. So, like I said, give up and tell the rest of your boys to drop their guns.”There was only one gangster on the far side, a little smaller than the others, who scooted a bit back with his hostage so he was out of their line of sight. Then, subtly, he raised his hands in the air, gun pointed at the ceiling, finger off the trigger. He'd drop it, but it would cause noise. A move better fit for when all the rest got shot, as he assumed.
Flint could only roll his eyes at the defiant gangster’s words, speaking over the mental link.
”Go ahead.”A single volley of fire. A short and shrill chorus of screams. The sound of bodies collapsing to the floor. Akulas advanced in unison immediately to secure the lobby and set up to flood further through the building. The negotiator walked past the one gangster who dropped his weapon and hostage in the chaos. “Leave. Now.”
Hostages fled the building along with the lone gangster. Akulas began their preparations at every entry point that led further into the building. Some were preparing grenades at doors, some throwing ropes up to higher windows from outside, three entering an elevator with two climbing through the access hatch above and one ready to hit the button up. The connection pinged ready to Flint. On his order.
The remaining gangsters holed themselves on the second floor, pacing the hallway and guarding over a certain conference room with the blinds drawn. In this particular room, a lieutenant of the defunct Magna Mafia stood, his men within watching the door and windows.
Flint could see the glowing lights of these pests desperately clinging for, what. It wasn't life. Maybe their pride.
Whatever.
”Let's finish this.”The breach was sudden and brutal. The action of violence manifesting over just a few scant seconds. The elevator beeping got their attention. Akulas scaled for a window breach. The doors were prepped with charges. Then as the elevator opened to no one within it went off all at once. Door’s exploded. Windows smashed. Bullets flew. An Akula heading up the stairs kicked a tripwire priming a grenade only for the one behind to reach down and throw it to the floor above. The Akulas on top of the elevator fell through the hatch to begin clearing from an unexpected angle and those through the windows prevented any retreat.
Silence again. A few survivors held at gun point and dragged to Flint to decide their fate. “Orders?”
Flint looked over the survivors. There was one that held himself resolutely, without the grit and sweat of war.
”Name and title?” Flint asked.
The man gave a grim smile.
”Anton Cartello, Lieutenant of the Magna Mafia Family. The last sect of it.”Flint could feel the gears turning in his head.
”So those weren't just hostages in the lobby. They were…””Specimens to be shipped out, yeah.” Anton said with a shrug.
Flint’s gaze darkened.
”Specimens… huh? You military dogs all sound the same.”He blew air through his nose, clearly irritated. Anton was clearly the leader of this defunct sect, might as well shut it down, and let Flint get his own satisfaction in.
Flint glanced at the Akulas.
”Let the subordinates go. Kill Anton.”The gunshot rang out immediately. The rest being sent to the exits. As the chaos died Akulas took defensive positions in the building ready for whatever would come next. The Akula who acted as negotiator approached Flint, posing queries as if a machine. “Magna? Military?”
Flint glanced over, his gaze hardening, remembering a darker time. Images would flash in the negotiator’s head as Flint shared his thoughts.
”There was a time no gyft user would go out by themself, some non-gyfters as well, back when the Magna Mafia Family was in their prime. Kidnappings were at an all-time high. And after they crumbled, the truth got out, likely from beating some of their members, that those who were kidnapped were sent across the Wall. Bastards sold out their own people for God knows what…”He pursed his lips slightly, feeling the shift of Akulas guarding the building.
”Building clear?”The Akula nodded once. Flint allowed himself to relax a little.
”Then this fight is as good as over. Word will spread that the last Magna sect is destroyed, and the remaining insects will depart on their own.”Akula's invade Elysium Heights
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