"I sent you a list of targets, along with addresses. The first is the administrative building in the business sector, followed by the ships in the harbor. You know what to do."
The text came at a convenient time, while Chloe was busy shoving food into her face at a local diner. Her hunger satisfied and her grief levels managed, she'd be fully charged for what was coming. Without a word to anybody, she silently left the building without paying for her meal. The complaints of her waitress came too late and too quietly, for she had already cranked her headphones and clambered to the roof of the diner. The rooftops here were easy to traverse, and nobody would be following her or looking for her here...
The business sector was hectic. All of the hustle and bustle of fevered workers and beurocrats milling around made sure there was noise to be heard, even through her 'phones. Lots of people around meant that this could get messy, but that was no concern of Chloe's. Even if Maria herself was caught in the destruction, it didn't matter, because she was fulfilling the terms of their agreement. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that this administrative building had to go. Building demolition was, of course, a specialty of Chloe's, as well as a favourite hobby. It was just so flashy and satisfying.
"Now... time to start."
To begin, Chloe had strolled around to the back of the building where there were no people. Any guards would have been posted at the front doors, of course. But the power box was back here. It was dangerous to touch so much electricity with her hands, so she chose this moment to transform, using her new strength to rip a large wooden post out of the ground nearby to use as a makeshift club. First she grabbed both sides of the large metal box, warping the frame and loosening it from the bolts holding it together. Once she was satisfied that it was loose enough, Chloe took up her giant club, taking a mighty swing at the bos. With a direct hit, she smashed the metal frame apart, severing connections and shorting circuits that would lead to the entire building, sending sparks everywhere. Circuits were incredibly sensitive by nature, and a disruption like this would throw the whole building into darkness and chaos, at least, where it wasn't lit by an emergency generator. Pesky things.
The front of the building would still be too dangerous, so she went through the back, tearing through bricks and drywall with a mighty swing of her gauntlets and stepping through the small hole she had created into the darkness and noise inside. Nobody was around her current position, which was good. It meant that she could begin her work without interruption. With no proper idea of where she was, she figured all girders and pillars were created equal. Buildings with good construction were surprisingly resilient, but they couldn't hold themselves up with just bricks alone, and architects trying to keep costs low meant that they wouldn't have that many more supports than were absolutely necessary in the event of a quake or something similar. Once you started ripping support beams, everything became much more spotty. And for Chloe's particular method of combat, thick steel girders might as well have been solid wooden branches. Strong, but they'd come apart when enough force is applied. For Chloe, this meant repeated strikes. Three solid punches warped the beam to a weakened state, five would break it entirely. For her first few, she broke them entirely. Structurally, this corner of the building was now completely useless.
There were armed guards waiting for her as she worked her way through the remainder of the ground floor, but they were scattered, and poorly organized. One or two men or women with guns were little threat - they could keep coming all day, but unless they grouped up, it was no use. One by one she carved a path of destruction around the building, dancing a rodeo of destruction and raining bloody knuckles on all the steel and stone she could find, an incessant clanging noise echoing through the swiftly emptying halls around her. Those who fought her, she destroyed. Those who ran she left alone. It was important to pick your battles.
After a short time, it was close to over. She walked casually back to the original hole through which she had entered, knocking out a few final beams from the outside, after which the building gave a mighty groan. With a crash, she heard the upper floors crash inward from lack of support in the middle of the structure, and the rest of the building would follow soon after. She didn't need to stick around to know that, so it was time to disappear to the harbor. Stealth was somewhat pointless now, so she took the quickest way there, the main roads. Whether or not somebody saw her was irrelevant now. If they were going to send resistance, they would know where she was. Her first job had been a stress-free success. Who knows what awaited her at the harbor?
The text came at a convenient time, while Chloe was busy shoving food into her face at a local diner. Her hunger satisfied and her grief levels managed, she'd be fully charged for what was coming. Without a word to anybody, she silently left the building without paying for her meal. The complaints of her waitress came too late and too quietly, for she had already cranked her headphones and clambered to the roof of the diner. The rooftops here were easy to traverse, and nobody would be following her or looking for her here...
The business sector was hectic. All of the hustle and bustle of fevered workers and beurocrats milling around made sure there was noise to be heard, even through her 'phones. Lots of people around meant that this could get messy, but that was no concern of Chloe's. Even if Maria herself was caught in the destruction, it didn't matter, because she was fulfilling the terms of their agreement. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that this administrative building had to go. Building demolition was, of course, a specialty of Chloe's, as well as a favourite hobby. It was just so flashy and satisfying.
"Now... time to start."
To begin, Chloe had strolled around to the back of the building where there were no people. Any guards would have been posted at the front doors, of course. But the power box was back here. It was dangerous to touch so much electricity with her hands, so she chose this moment to transform, using her new strength to rip a large wooden post out of the ground nearby to use as a makeshift club. First she grabbed both sides of the large metal box, warping the frame and loosening it from the bolts holding it together. Once she was satisfied that it was loose enough, Chloe took up her giant club, taking a mighty swing at the bos. With a direct hit, she smashed the metal frame apart, severing connections and shorting circuits that would lead to the entire building, sending sparks everywhere. Circuits were incredibly sensitive by nature, and a disruption like this would throw the whole building into darkness and chaos, at least, where it wasn't lit by an emergency generator. Pesky things.
The front of the building would still be too dangerous, so she went through the back, tearing through bricks and drywall with a mighty swing of her gauntlets and stepping through the small hole she had created into the darkness and noise inside. Nobody was around her current position, which was good. It meant that she could begin her work without interruption. With no proper idea of where she was, she figured all girders and pillars were created equal. Buildings with good construction were surprisingly resilient, but they couldn't hold themselves up with just bricks alone, and architects trying to keep costs low meant that they wouldn't have that many more supports than were absolutely necessary in the event of a quake or something similar. Once you started ripping support beams, everything became much more spotty. And for Chloe's particular method of combat, thick steel girders might as well have been solid wooden branches. Strong, but they'd come apart when enough force is applied. For Chloe, this meant repeated strikes. Three solid punches warped the beam to a weakened state, five would break it entirely. For her first few, she broke them entirely. Structurally, this corner of the building was now completely useless.
There were armed guards waiting for her as she worked her way through the remainder of the ground floor, but they were scattered, and poorly organized. One or two men or women with guns were little threat - they could keep coming all day, but unless they grouped up, it was no use. One by one she carved a path of destruction around the building, dancing a rodeo of destruction and raining bloody knuckles on all the steel and stone she could find, an incessant clanging noise echoing through the swiftly emptying halls around her. Those who fought her, she destroyed. Those who ran she left alone. It was important to pick your battles.
After a short time, it was close to over. She walked casually back to the original hole through which she had entered, knocking out a few final beams from the outside, after which the building gave a mighty groan. With a crash, she heard the upper floors crash inward from lack of support in the middle of the structure, and the rest of the building would follow soon after. She didn't need to stick around to know that, so it was time to disappear to the harbor. Stealth was somewhat pointless now, so she took the quickest way there, the main roads. Whether or not somebody saw her was irrelevant now. If they were going to send resistance, they would know where she was. Her first job had been a stress-free success. Who knows what awaited her at the harbor?
