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    Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:48 pm

    Date: September 10th, 0006
    Time: 04:45 AM



    Her Judge wrote:”Here. On there isss an addresssss and time. If you are ssseriousss in disssciplining your sssoul to sssurvive the journey, meet me at the location and be punctual. I do not tolerate tardinesssss."

    The intersection of Voltage Drop Avenue and Resistor Street, at 05:00 Hours. Fifteen minutes early should do it. Livewire wanted to make sure she was in the right place.

    She felt decidedly lighter. Back home, in the Inn, there was now a small pile of all the things which had occupied Livewire’s subspace compartment. Tools, knick-knacks, personal items that she felt uncomfortable being without, all were left behind. Only the clothes on her back and the necklaces around her neck were left to her. A sweater, Sonia’s Necklace, Nessa’s Necklace. One third of a tooth and a cape modeled after her Judge’s own.  And hidden, against the small of her back and under her sweater, a length of chain wrapped around and tucking a set of steel jaws against her.

    Just in case.

    Livewire could tell that the air was just starting to warm. It would be a few hours before the sun came up, but already the atmosphere was feeling its effects. Not that it mattered much, not here in the city. Outside of it that might have been something to look forward to, but here there were more pressing matters at hand than the sunrise. She looked down at the chunk of missing sidewalk as she passed it, metal feet clicking against the concrete as Livewire picked her way across the city walkways. She would arrive fourteen minutes early, at this rate. She hoped that was enough time.

    The glow of her optics shone out in the dark of the city, making her rather easy to spot. It was a bit hard to utilize that vibrant yellow to identify her, not with that cape covering her form.  

    Ah, there it was.  Livewire approached the streetsign and looked about.


    She was ready to begin.
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:21 pm

    Good, she was early - already loads better than the other one.

    Even in the pre-dawn hours it wasn't overly difficult to spot the Dark Judge. Though the unsettling silhouette of his body twisted and undulated as if it were cut of a shadowy cloth, he stood out in the open for the femme to easily spot. And if she struggled to physically notice, then the glaring temperature drop ought to suffice well enough. The leather-clad fiend noticed Livewire's striking yellow frame and rigidly made his way over, gait jarring. "Livewire," said he, a faithful practitioner of death. Ethereal eyes studied her over once, though their efficiency belonged not to this plane. "I sssee you have taken it upon yourssself to bring a weapon." Technically against what he had instructed but four hours ago, yet the ghoul had not taken into account personal safety. He therefore pardoned the femme's disobedience in exchange for smart-thinking and caution.

    "When you are ready to begin," Judge Fear hissed, "we ssshall partake in a purge. I will give you one lasssst opportunity to back out, but once we begin there isss no going ceasssing. Isss thisss underssstood?"
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:50 pm

    Oh yes, Livewire was quite punctual. Especially when it was Fear who was awaiting her.

    The child approached the misaligned shadow, not hesitating as his silhouette shifted as though with the wind. They met, Livewire stopping a bit in front of him. More just to keep from running into him, as the child did not at all detest being near him. What others felt as a horrid chill, a suffocating darkness, Livewire only saw as signs that her Judge was there. It did, of course, help that Livewire’s systems were not so dependent on temperature, nor was her mind so easily susceptible to his presence.

    She was aware that might change, when she was a spirit. This did not deter her.

    She nodded at his observation. He didn’t question further, so she didn’t explain herself. Livewire figured that the reason she might want to bring a weapon would be obvious, and she had been hoping on the way over that this logic would excuse her indiscretion.

    Her expression was steeled. She looked at Fear, considered his statement. There was going to be a purge, there would be death. When was the last time she had seen it?

    ”I’m ready to begin.”
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:14 am

    Ah, he knew that look. He knew it quite well, though said nothing of the femme's unshakable resolve. They shall see, they shall see... But later, not now. Now was the time to hunt. A rotten hand gestured for her to follow as the undead fiend began shambling away. No need for words, no need for further instruction - simply follow him through these lonely, pothole-ridden streets and soak in the ambiance of wanton neglect. The surreal calm before the storm...

    For a good long while they trekked, weaving in and out from the numerous littered-filled alleyways of the Outer District. Urine, feces, dried blood and what else have you... It was all here and there was plenty of it. Judge Fear's leathery soles graced everything all the same and it became apparent as to why he was commonly seen as dirty. Such filth mattered little to him, however, as he quietly slithered his way about. No signs of life... No muted din of a metropolis, just... silence. That will soon be changing, rest assured. The mismatched duo reemerged upon the mouth of a particularly decrepit pathway, a spindly arm preventing Livewire from stepping further into the day's fledgling sunlight. Again there was an eerie quiet as the Dark Judge slowly pivoted his head around, unblinking gaze observing... assessing... waiting. When nothing came out to greet them, be they a startled transient or a hostile entity, he lowered his arm and pointed a sharpened fingernail at the deserted building that loomed before their shaded cover.

    "There," he rasped. "Tell me, what do you sssee? What ssstirsss within itsss deteriorating belly?" What scum of the earth, dear Livewire, call it home?
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:50 am

    A small form kept at the heels of the larger as both ghoul and Cybertronian made their way through the streets.  She didn’t speak unless he spoke. In the time, she was trying to think of what she was about to face. What would it be like?  Of course Livewire knew that Fear went out on purges. She had seen the end results a few times, when he came back to her and Kev with blood-soaked fingers and bullets torn through his body.

    She didn’t know what to expect, how she would feel, when she saw it happen.

    Livewire’s steps stopped as soon as Fear’s arm restricted her from moving forward. She looked up at him, without speaking, before glancing around where they were.

    Her optics looked at the building. It was boarded up, poor ventilation and likely to have some sort of structural problems. Her optics switched through filters, visual scanners, heat scanners, anything she could use to get information. The building was not empty, it would seem.

    ”There are people inside. Mostly in the lower floors, I think some in a basement. A few in the upper floors. …a larger group of adults, human-sized and built.  But this doesn’t seem like a good place to live, so I guess they’re using it for something else.”

    She looked on a few moments longer before directing her attention to her Judge for his evaluation. She couldn’t tell much, but from where they were and what they came here to do, Livewire figured she was pretty close. Who else would call this place home?  If they were living here, would they stay on the bottom floors where random gunshots were an everyday occurrence?  Surely if it was living units they would be spread throughout the building. Perhaps it was a business area, them operating out of this run-down shelter.  She did not possess Fear's experience nor his abilities. She could only make judgement based upon the environment and what she saw seeping through the walls.
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:43 am

    Very good observation, and the Dark Judge allowed a small noise of commendation to be heard. It would seem that the young Cybertronian's sensors were almost as keen as his own supernatural abilities. Almost, almost... "You are correct. There are twenty-ssseven unique sssoulsss within that building - four in the basssement, packing their next ssshipment; ten on the firssst floor, counting the books and other menial tasssksss; sssix dissstributed evenly between the sssecond and third; five on the fifth, ssserving asss lookoutsss; and two on the tenth. They are the brainsss behind thisss dissstrict'sss operation." As the pieces fell into place, Livewire perhaps gaining a better understanding of just what those twenty-seven unfortunate souls were doing, Judge Fear was already onto the next subject, eager to give the femme yet another test.

    "Ssso, given what we know now, what isss the next courssse of action?" he inquired. Livewire was no trained cadet or anything of the sort by whatever means, but she was smart. Green around the horns, but smart. He wanted to see just how smart...
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Thu Sep 17, 2015 9:10 am

    Livewire couldn’t help the slight swell of pride at that commendation. Small it may be, the child was desperate for it.  Four below in the basement, 10 on the first doing office work, six wandering, five watching, and two overseeing. The ones on the first, second, and third floors would be the ones they were likely to encounter first. She recalled a video she had watched, once, regarding exits in basements. She didn’t know if the laws here required them.

    Well, they needed to trap them inside at some point, didn’t they?

    Livewire’s optics gazed up at the building in contemplation. She tried to imagine what would happen once screams were heard. The only time she had seized a building had been the church, but all those there had been ordered, structured, ready to give their lives. She didn’t expect that these 27 souls would have the same conviction.

    ”Distract the ones on the fifth floor so that we can seal the exits without bein’ seen?”
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 17, 2015 2:13 pm

    ”Distract the ones on the fifth floor so that we can seal the exits without bein’ seen?”

    Hmm, it was a start. And overall not a terrible suggestion.

    "If we were average persssonsss, utilizing only our witsss and the meager possssesssssionsss on our backsss, I would sssay that you are indeed on to sssomething." But the Dark Judge knew better from the centuries' worth of experience under his frayed belt. "They cannot sssee usss from here; my aura hasss made certain of sssuch. And if we wissshed to sssneak passst the guardsss, that would alssso be of little difficulty. However, it isss foolisssh to enter a drug den without proper reconnaissssssance. Livewire, I want for you to ssscan the building asss bessst you can and download any available blueprintsss - the old data center building on Voltage Drop Avenue and Resssissstor Ssstreet. Tell me the entrancesss and exitsss, asss well asss any relevant information regarding thisss ssstructure and the onesss adjacent to it." Think you could do that, hmm?



    A plan is beginning to form...

    Scanning the building reveals numerous exits and entrances on the first floor; none are heavily-guarded and there are no cameras hidden about. Nonetheless, would it not be arrogant to assume that the criminals within were ignorant of who came in and who came out?

    Scanning the neglected apartment complex next to the building reveals something quite useful... their basements are connected together.

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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:17 pm

    Livewire nodded as Fear explained their advantages in this situation, ones that she hadn’t taken into account. Livewire, even though she had surrounded herself with practitioners of magic over the years, still had very little understanding of it. She didn’t know how an aura could help keep them hidden, but…well, Fear wouldn’t say that unless he was sure of it. Besides, he was the expert here.

    Livewire nodded as he gave instructions, this time looking upon the building with renewed purpose. The light of her optics started to dim as her sensors began to activate. Data started to flood into her mind, telling her all sorts of things about their quarry. As the information flooded into her mind from her optics, so did information flood in from Portal City’s cloud. Her mind made quick work of searches, quickly chasing after links and quickly abandoning them the moment they did not prove fruitful.

    Her mind was in a flurry of collected information, but the entire process lasted maybe ten seconds.

    ”The major exits are located upon the first floor and at the back of the building. The height of the floors is above most regulations. If someone jumped from even the second floor window, they’d likely break their legs. From the style of the building and the apparent age, I’m assuming that the fire protection isn’t good. It’d take maybe an hour for it to go up in flames.”

    She paused, going silent for a minute. Oh, that was interesting.

    She raised her hand and pointed one finger to the structure adjacent to their chosen destination. ”It shares a basement with that building.”
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:21 pm

    The mind of a machine was such a fascinating thing, especially one of a more techno-organic variety. Oh what the Dark Judge would give in order to yet again experience it. In those handful of seconds Livewire might as well have witnessed the birth and death of a star. Her report was just as captivating.  

    ”The major exits are located upon the first floor and at the back of the building. The height of the floors is above most regulations. If someone jumped from even the second floor window, they’d likely break their legs. From the style of the building and the apparent age, I’m assuming that the fire protection isn’t good. It’d take maybe an hour for it to go up in flames.

    It shares a basement with that building.”

    Beautiful.

    Simply beautiful.

    Judge Fear committed the femme's words to memory and withdrew deeper into the alleyway shadows. "Come," he instructed, leading her away from their current vantage point. Their journey now had them backtracking, the ghoul mindful to keep to where it was dark and to avoid his preys' wandering stares. A basic game of weaving in and out from behind crumbling apartment complexes and old businesses, his otherworldly silhouette undulating with the passing of dust and rising steam from the sewers below. It was more difficult to grant the same boon to Livewire and her sunny frame, but his concentration held quite well. They eventually circled their way to the back of the adjacent building of interest, the undead fiend slipping underneath a rusted fire escape. Their reward for going to such lengths was a seemingly unguarded, badly-rotten door. Colourful graffiti was sprayed all over it, undoubtedly tagged by the numerous local gangs that called this cesspool home.

    "And what now?" inquired an even Judge Fear. Soft - pitters - and - patters - echoed upon his iron helmet like drops of rain, condensation sprinkling downward from the fire escape's speckled metal above.
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Fri Sep 18, 2015 11:00 am

    Even for Livewire, it was a different experience. She was constantly collecting data from her senses and her surroundings, yes, and that Fear had experienced as they had delved into her mind. It was strange, alien, but to Livewire this was simply how she was supposed to be. Had he been with her during that small surfing of the web, had he been dragged along in her mind as she searched through each and every readily available source, even the Judge might have found it overwhelming.

    The child followed silently after her Judge as he slipped away from their target, moving seamlessly towards their back-door entrance. Her eyes once again scanned the door, this one in a greater state of disrepair than the others. She looked at it, scanning through and to the room beyond, before wordlessly stepping forward. Her fingers drifted along the wooden frame before she looked at Fear.

    "The buildings have fire door separating them. Anyone in the basement over there won't be able to hear what goes on over here. ...the security system is completely shut down, for this one." Without further ado, Livewire punched her fist through a rotten section of the door. The state of the wood made this much quieter than it would have been otherwise. A moment later and she had opened it, not bothering much with the lock. A latch like that was nothing to trouble with. A gust of rotten-smelling air, heavy with mildew and the tell-tale scent of rats, rushed out to meet them with the door's opening.

    She stood in the face of it for a moment, her eyes flickering, before quietly stepping inside. "There are two staircases leading to the basement." A raised hand indicated a door immediately to their right, then pointed forward and through a small pile decaying boxes that was blocking a similar one in the far corner of the room. The windows were all boarded up and chunks of drywall ceiling lay soaking on the floor in their own rot. The child paused as she once again reviewed the floor plans, now bringing up a list for this rotten structure. "That one can't be seen through the door to the other building. If we went down this one, someone standing at the door might see."

    She turned back to look at Fear. She would default to his decision, now that she had provided the information.
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Fri Sep 18, 2015 6:03 pm

    Crunch!

    Well, if there had ever been a doubt regarding Livewire's physical strength... Little pinpricks of activity flitted about the Dark Judge's otherworldly vision, far too insignificant to be human but just noticeable enough to draw his attention. Rats, huh? Wonder if they were part of the Rat Queen's brood... An idle thought that bore no importance to the task at hand, and he silently followed after the femme's example. As expected, the building's inners were in heavy disarray, indicative of less foot traffic and inactive. Good, the element of surprise was still theirs. But a stealth mission made for a rather boring purge... That will change in due time.

    There were two staircases, pointed out the femme. One to the right and one to the left, the former in plain sight and the latter weakly hidden behind a disheveled pile of soggy boxes. It would be wise to take the path least traveled, though it was more in his bloodthirsty nature to simply barge in without a care in the world. Alas, that would only prove neglectful of his charge. Judge Fear glanced between their choices, dust particles softly twinkling in the filtered light from outside.

    "We take the cautiousss route," he decided. If anything happened to the femme, anything as minor as a scrape, Judge Fear would never hear the end of it.

    So he decided to get crafty... And when a Dark Judge gets crafty, only a fool disregarded their sly intentions. A sickly whisper tickled the back of anxious minds, an unseen master pulling at tiny strings. Where once there was two, now there were a dozen... two dozen... three dozen, as the rats on this level came scampering to their new lord. They squeaked timidly and cleaned their little faces, whiskers and wet noses twitching. What easy dominion and hardly fitting sport.

    But they shall have to do, supposed the ghoul. Wherever he shambled they were faithfully close behind. Down the flight of precarious stairs and into the dark and dingy basement, where nary a soul of lesser will dared to tread. He felt right at home. It should not have to be said that Livewire must dim her lights, and he himself stepped lightly to quell the rattling of his chains.

    Up ahead, after slumming through discarded filth and roughly a third of the way through a vacant corridor of pipes and valves, an unguarded door did indeed loom at the far end of the tunnel. There was also a problem, however.

    And that problem was none other than a red, winking light.

    A camera.

    Mm, technology... but the undead fiend still had his wits about him. Unwilling to step forward and forsake their cover of shadow, he knelt upon a bony knee and concentrated. A malaise took hold of the vicinity as frost crept up the nearby metalwork. Eight of the rats at once broke into a scurry, their scrawny bodies effortlessly slipping up and into the piping. Squeak, squeak, squeak! Gingerly did they avoid bursts of steam and treacherous footing along their journey, snouts alive with chatter. Smart creatures, rats... They kept their communications brief and guided one another to the very far end of the passageway. And as for the camera that inconveniently hindered their progress? Yellow teeth made short work of its wiring and the red light went satisfyingly dark.

    That was one nuisance down, but it didn't account for the four glowing auras beyond the door; one of which quickly drew near it. The rats got into position, huddling in a darkened corner on the floor and out of visible sight.

    Chok... Chok... Chok...

    "Yeah, yeah... I'm goin' to check it, alright? Keep your panties on, Frank."

    Soft yellow light trickled into the dismal underpass as a man, toting an automatic rifle and wearing basic body armour, stepped forward. After a few seconds ticked by, he grumbled, "Eh... all clear, just like I told you. There ain't nothin' down here except ghosts and homeless assholes. Can I go back inside now? It's hella creepy." The communication device strapped to his shoulder crackled otherwise.

    "Not until you fix that camera, Delgado. Find out what's the matter with it, then you can come back in and get to sitting on your good for nothin' ass."

    An exasperated sigh echoed. "Sure, whatever. You're the boss," he griped.

    Now!

    With the man's back turned and his focus on the damaged camera, now was the time to act. In quick succession the rats followed themselves one after the other, scampering through the door and into the enemy basement. So far, so good. They split into their separate ways and dispersed throughout the room to achieve the choicest vantage points, their milky stares relaying everything they could. Several of Judge Fear's grotesque fingers twitched.

    "There are four men," he rasped, mindful of his voice. "Two are busssy sssorting through their narcoticsss out on the floor and one isss in the back left-hand corner, dissstracted by a computer. The other isss currently ssstruggling to underssstand why the camera'sss wiring hasss been chewed into ribbonsss." Their targets identified and tallied, it was time to pinpoint what could be beneficial. One of the rats located something of use, a black box roughly shoved underneath the computer desk and filled to the brim with colourful plugs and wires. Ah, bingo. "Sss... a router hasss been ssspotted, SSSSID: H0-1A37 and Network Key: 125CV98T1AF008. Sssee what mayhem you can wreak upon our unsssussspecting friendsss."
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Sat Sep 19, 2015 2:35 pm

    If there could be one thing added to this experience to help quell Livewire’s nerves, rats would be it. Her time with Nessa had left the child even more enamored with the small creatures, so Livewire couldn’t help the smile on her face when dozens of the small, furry bodies gathered around.

    Fear was correct in his assumption when they made their way to the staircase, and then down into the hidden nook in the basement. Livewire had turned off the lights of her optics and made sure to carefully step upon the stairs as they made their way down. Fear only had to worry about the clinking of his chains, mostly, while Livewire had to dampen the sound of everything she touched. Her sensors picked up on the electrical activity, small and unassuming enough but still enough to light up her sensors, before they came upon it. While the other building was mostly dead, the occupants of this one had set up enough security measures that they had to be careful.

    The small yellow frame knelt beside her Judge, hiding in his shadow, as her lightless optics glanced about. Her vision was altered without some of the more visible sensors running, but she could still get a read on the location around her. She kept quiet, other than for the minute humming of her internal systems.  She didn’t move when the armored man appeared. Like a statue, only her awareness followed him. She hoped that the construction of the basement would help to hide the small sounds from her body.

    Thankfully, her wishes were answered.

    The child looked to her Judge as he explained the circumstances of their situation.  She looked up towards where the camera was located before hunkering down. Once again she was silent, but her mind was on fire with activity. The moment he finished listing of the information, Livewire was in. Not even three seconds later, the one man fiddling with a computer would soon discover that the screen stopped responding to him. No matter what button he pushed it would not answer his demands. The program he was in immediately closed out, and... what were those pixels in the corner of the screen?  Something looked like it was moving about, almost like a glitch-

    It was a cat. A small, pixelated black cat strutted out from the bottom corner of the screen and walked along. It looked out from the screen, meowed, and then Livewire saw fit to reveal her ACTUAL work. It hadn’t taken long for her to run through the system, finding files and quickly reading them over. Everything that she saw might have been of importance was quickly revealed on the screen, each document pertaining to this operation. Each one, in order, was brought onto the screen with the horrible little comment bar of “Deleting So and So, Some % Completed”.

    Every device connected to the network froze in a similar fashion, and the very same little black cat would appear on the screen. Just sitting there, watching the viewer, like the devious little monster Livewire intended it to be.

    Hopefully that would cause enough disarray to get the people inside panicking a bit.
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Fear on Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:15 am

    "Hey, yo yo! What the fuck is this bullshit!?" No matter what shortcut Frank hastily typed, no matter what he knew about the complex, nebulous realm of network communications and security information... there was just nothing he could do. And to the young, budding computer expert with little else going for him and his own field of expertise suddenly turned upon its head, Frank's bored stare quickly morphed into one of frantic anxiety. There was only one logical conclusion to all of this: "H-Hey, guys! I think we're bein' hacked!" The other two men glanced up from their packaging, barely able to contain their disinterest.

    "And aren't we always being hacked?" sighed an irritated Cho. He rolled his eyes and slammed his current shipment with rising frustration. "You know what, Frank, I can't keep doing what I do if you just sit on that damn computer chair all day and spout useless shi - "

    "Ease up, Cho. Frank could be on to something." There was a tense lull for a moment as Zeke looked away from his simmering partner to the sweaty computer whiz. "Alright," he began quietly, cheeks clenching, "what's this about being hacked. How can you be so certain; we've received no word from upstairs that we're currently under - "

    "Forget about those stupid fucks upstairs!" Frank shouted. He ran a nervous hand through his hair and cooled it, eyes hopelessly trained on the screen and his compromised system. "L-Look... Whatever happens down here, the rest of the operation ain't gonna know about it. That's why you three are the hired muscle and I'm just the glorified Geek Squad. You protect my sorry ass and I keep everything on our end running smoothly and with no snoopers, got it?"

    Cho could no longer keep from rolling his eyes, looking away as he shook his head. "But that doesn't answer Zeke's question," he mumbled. "How can you be certain, Frank?"

    "Hey, hey, hey!" Everyone sharply turned their heads to spot a flustered Delgado, something in his gloved something; something that looked very much like a - "Some fucking punk down here severed our security camera and blinded our asses. Look!" He threw the useless piece of wiring upon the stash, fidgeting between boiling anger and nervousness.

    "Well shit."

    "See!? It's gotta be the hackers, man! They're onto us!"

    "HEY." Silence. Zeke looked at everyone and held out his arms, urging them to remain calm. "Now just... just hold on a minute, alright? We don't know what's going on and we're isolated from the main group. If we rush into whatever the hell is going on, we're going to get popped, got it?" A round of quiet nods indicated that everyone was on board. "Alright, good. Frank, see if you can salvage whatever you can with the system. Delgado, watch the door. Cho, hail the bigwigs upstairs and let them know that something's fishy down here. Step to it." But if Zeke thought that a levelheaded man running things was going to make things any easier...

    A loud crash and a yelp came from Cho's end, the man stumbling over a few blinking receivers and radios. "Fuck! There's goddamn rats down here!" He kicked one of the rodents with enough force of his boots to send it flying, a - thud! - echoing from the other side of the room. It slid to the floor lifeless, blood pooling from its broken body.

    "Hmph... what's the matter, Cho? Afraid of a little rat?" Delgado smirked.

    "Yeah. Yeah, as a matter of fact I am." Cho reached for one of the receivers and showed the grinning asshole a clump of chewed wires. "I also found out why you're little camera doesn't work, dumbass. The rats got it because you didn't fucking put enough rat poison!"

    "Hey, how the fuck was I supposed to know that - "

    "And will you two just fucking knock, it, off? There are more pressing issues than a couple of fucking rats and your goddamn camera, Delgado; we're blind and deaf down here. Just let that sink in for a minute."

    The silence was telling, and poor Frank began to hyperventilate in his corner. "W-What are we going to do...? I-I mean, can't we just... I d-don't know, go upstairs and explain the situation?" he asked.

    Delgado only shook his head. "No can do, nerd. Ain't nobody come down here until our shift is over, end of discussion. We hold out, check our things, and wait for the second group to distribute the goods."

    "Fuck that! I ain't staying down here without any sort of - "

    "Frank? Just shut up."

    "Fuck you, man, fuck y - "

    Rattle...

    Rattle...

    Rattle...


    The men shut up in an instant, Zeke staring into the tunnel's unknown gloom. He kept his voice a low, even whisper. "...Delgado, door. Cho, watch his back. Frank, stay there. ...We've got company."

    "On it."

    "Affirmative."

    "O-Oh man... Oh man, oh man..."



    Good, got their attention.

    The life essences dotting his vision became alight with motion, their emotions and thoughts betraying their locations further. Judge Fear ceased twirling his chain and let it grow taut between his hands, the ghoul rising to his monstrous height. "Ssstay here and keep alert for an ambusssh." That was all he told the femme before lunging into an alarming sprint, the fiend deceptively quick for his deteriorating condition. What came next should be no surprise.

    There were screams.

    Horrible, horrible screams... as the meager lighting within the basement room dimmed without warning. No gunfire went out, no loud bangs or flashy explosions; there was no time. Bones cracked and flesh ripped, the sound of blood messily splattering from torn veins and arteries.

    It was over as quickly as it had began, and soon there was nothing... Nothing but silence. The lights returned and everything had become eerily still.
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    Re: Let It Begin

    Post by Livewire on Mon Sep 21, 2015 3:00 pm

    Livewire couldn’t help the little smile tugging on her features as she listened to Frank’s growing panic. The child’s reaction to a similar situation would have been a bit more energetic than Frank’s, but Livewire relied on her system to exist. It was a bit more important to her than the computer probably was to the poor sod.

    The child also couldn’t help but take note of the dissonance between those gathered. They didn’t seem to get along very well at all, everyone seemed irritated with the others. It would work in their favor, Livewire assumed. Only one seemed to really have any handle on the situation. Livewire wondered if they were always this disorganized, or if Fear just had lucky timing.

    Her thoughts quickly stopped being so light. She was in the system, she could see the cameras that watched the merchandise. She saw as one small, furry body was kicked into a wall only to fall down lifelessly. A quiet fell upon her, bleeding her out, as a small boil of fury took her. He killed a rat. He killed a rat. Livewire thought of Nessa’s children, of Suzanne, and of how the man’s throat would feel as it was crushed in her hands.

    She hardly noticed that Fear was distracting them, until the bodies inside turned their attention to the door. Livewire nodded at his command and stayed rooted. It went against what she wanted to do, but she obeyed. Distantly, she was aware that this would be the first time that she would see him kill someone. She had seen the after-effects, yes, had seen him take down dogs made of wood and flesh, and had seen him covered in blood. Actually seeing the deed, however, hadn’t been done quite yet.

    The child stayed crouched behind the corner, staying still as she listened for any sign of approaching bodies. The lights canceled her anticipation, hiding Fear’s work, but Livewire got a pretty good picture of what was going on from the sounds alone.

    Even after the air fell quiet, she didn’t move. Fear told her to stay put and she would do just that until he came for her.

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