Karl der Groß, Iria33, and Tiko
The members of the insurgency were spread out throughout Fairburn, in many different pubs, hotels, wherever they could find that was closest to the armory, just in case anything went wrong and reinforcements were needed. Finn, himself, would be with the raiding group, since, as he believed it, a man must lead by example, and not only that, he believed leading ahead of an army was an honor few would question. In fact, appearances were one of the things he thought, although he despised it, were most important to the people.
And this, Finn felt, would be a great change in the appearances of the group. Instead of merely having done some raids here and there, they would be seen as a group who actually exploded an armory in the capital. It wasn't really that much, but probably would get people to talk, whisper, to see that their group actually has the potential to free Isiria, to lead them to equality, that is, to fulfill its motto. That, he knew, would get far more people to join them, and they would finally get out of the blasted planet and onwards to more direct confrontations.
Most was ready, already, especially the main thing to be used, namely a few assorted explosives leftover from other terrorist actions. The explosives to be used would be c-4s, especially placed in sensitive locations structurally, but nevertheless expected to be used in a high quantity.
The raiding group was basically composed of Finn himself, Shara, and Alia, a hired assassin to help in the stealthy matters, and a few of the men he knew were excellent marksmen and fighters, overall, all would have apparatuses with a mic to aid in communication between them. It certainly wasn't a big group, but it simply couldn't be said as being small. And, despite being supposedly a stealthy raid, not much was prepared other than bribing and studying guard movements from the outside. No one had, after all, much skill with stealthiness, only Alia. But, at least they got an idea of how the insides of the place were through the bribery.
It was around the shift change hour and Finn awaited Alia's signal.
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A pair of dark brown eyes watched the area below. She had gotten much closer then the rest of the group and was watching for a specific time to give the signal. This base was going to be one of many hit by this group, and she was sure of that. She had been with them for over a few weeks, and still had not had more then a short conversation with anyone other then it's supposed leader. He was a Cryon after all, and the two shared a unique history. He was born poor, she was born a slave of sorts. She did want her independence, but it was not something that would come easy to a person who had been told how, what, when, and where all her life. Why, only came around when she was being punished, or her 'Master' wanted to babble on about something when he was drunk.
Finn had spoken of freedoms, and independence, and it had sparked a flame within many. Alia, was too pessimistic to see past the blinders, and oppression she had been threw. She was paid to help, so as mechanic as she seemed to be, Alia was good at a few things the rest of their little Merry Band did not have. Stealth. She could move in places, threw areas, and into harms way, and no one would know the better. She moved in, and had made it up to the gate with no issues, and only stopped to wait for that perfect moment to move again. Much like a spider waiting for it's pray, Alia moved on and into the grounds of the base.
Making a short stop to help with the distraction for the team. It would draw enough attention, that the men would have little trouble getting into the compound. Fires did that. She mixed the compounds, and used a electronic chip to start the mixture and the fire shortly after that. Her mind went to the other female in the group, and she did not know here well enough to make up her mind on the woman. Shara seemed to be on board with the way Finn thought, and felt. She was rather open about that as well. Alia pushed her mind back to the task at hand, and finished the distraction.
Alia made it sure that she made it into the building without being seen. She knew however, this would not last long. She pulled a set of throwing knives, and waited for the two guards to pass, and was able to blend into the shadows at full height, and throw the two blades. Each hitting their targets. They fell, in such a way she planned that they landed into shadows. This lazy place was going to get a rude awaking, but not until she was done giving the signal. Leaving the knives in place not wasting any time on them, Alia reached the guard house, and climbed up the back side of the wooden planks without making a sound. Even though they had a decent system here, the architecture was old school, and easy to gain entry. Hell these people were smug enough to think that no one would dare to enter without them knowing. They never met her, it would seem.
Dispatching of the two guards in this building, Alia pushed one from the chair, and started to mess with the system, after pulling a micro chip from somewhere that did not seem to exist on her cat suit that hugged her body like it had been painted on. It left little to the imagination, though no actual flesh was exposed. It had a small micro zipper at the base of her neck in the back, and the little micro fibers would attach themselves to her spinal cord. After it was set in place, the suite did not feel like much, other then a thicker layer of skin. But it gave her protection, camouflage, and a number of other handy things. The price however was rather thick to wear it. It was rather painful when it attached, and was removed.
Alia was able to hack into the system. The red light that showed the power to the gate went off, and she leaned back. The smell of blood, and dieing hit her nose, and she spun in her chair. One of the guards was still alive. She did not miss often, and she stood. Alia walked over to the man, and looked into the man's dieing eyes, and her expressionless, and hollow eyes stared down at him. She then pressed her nearly bare foot onto the knife, and it cut threw his wind pipe ending his life. She then pulled the knives from both guards, and stood.
After that, Alia made her way to the rally point, and on her way cleaned the two bodies on the ground. She then used the distraction on the other side of the base she had set up earlier and pressed something on her forearm, and the fire started in the other side of the compound rather quickly. Soon the flames could be seen as she walked into the building.
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Finn and his men were waiting for Alia's signal. Seeing the fire, he said "that's our cue, men, let's go." He said, before he ran towards the insides of the compound with his men. Already a few people looked at the compound, trying to understand the commotion that was occurring. Not few closed their windows, their doors and homes, out of fear. A few, however, even shouted out of approval.
Entering the building, they rendezvoused with Alia, Finn himself briefly patted her back and praised her, murmuring something about good work, perhaps. They continued on, in quick steps. They first met with a few soldiers in a corridor near a corner, one man got hit in his left arm, making it hard for him to aim with his rifle, but they hided behind the corner and the foes were swiftly taken care of by those who were not injured.
At the end of the corridor, they divided in two groups, one going left and the other right, "Alaric, Jan, Felicia and Carl, you go with Shara. The rest, come with me. You know what to do, Shara." Not really waiting for an answer he departed to the left, with his other men behind him. They all could hear the steps of the guards coming. They hided behind columns, corners, wherever they could find to hide from enemy fire. The enemies weren't small in number, but they were not prepared for the raid. They wasted too much ammunition, weren't wearing proper vests, and were swiftly taken care, shot after shot by Finn's men. Nevertheless, another man got hit in the process, in his upper leg. One already was using pistols found in one of the guards' bodies, but now they had to drag one through the building, spilling his blood throughout the whole place. Already, they blew the stealth up. Nevertheless, they were capable of reaching the room with the weapons.
Finn himself kicked the doors open, while his men were amassed behind him, their rifles readied. Two men were inside, and turned in surprise, one was swiftly killed, but the other was able to score a shot in yet another man, this time in the heart, before being shot in the head. The men went around, to see if any more guards were around. None to be found. Finn said, "a second of silence, in praise of this man." Kneeling before the dying man, he kissed him in the forehead and said "may you rest in peace, my friend." The man said nothing, and when he died, Finn closed his eyes. They started opening black bags they had with them. Rather compact they were, if not filled. They and took the weapons from the cabinets, together with the ammunition, and the few grenades there, finally closing the bags. "I think this is all," Finn said, "Syd, go plant the explosives in the critical places." Syd went around, putting the c-4s in various places. He wasn't a man of sparing explosives. He loved to see explosions. He simply loved, don't ask. "Shara, how is the mission going?" Finn asked through his mic.
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'We're through,' Shara's answer came over Finn's headset. 'Our charges our set.'
There was a brief sound of gunfire over Finn's comm device before it crackled with Shara's voice once more. Her words where distant this time, rather than spoken directly into the device.
'Where the fuck did you learn to shoot?'
A second later her voice came through Finn's headset more loudly once more.
'We're pulling out now. We have two wounded. They're hitting us hard over here. You better be ready to blow those charges as soon as we're clear of the building, because they're going to start disarming these as soon as we're out.'
As if to emphasize her point, two guards appeared at the end of the hall leading to the weapons locker. One opened fire on Finn's men before taking cover around the corner while the other spoke into a headset of his own.
"They're in the weapons locker, we need backup," the man barked as he readied his own weapon in two hands.
From either side of the doorway he and his partner exchanged a glance and a nod before they knelt down and in unison fired more shots around the corner at Finn's men down the hall.
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They had done well so far even though they lost one, and had a few injured. She had done her side of the work, and now they were going to have company. A slight smirk hit her lips and she turned when she heard the man shout out. Not saying anything, Alia made her way over to the guard's location, and right when he turned around she seemed to of appeared out of no where, and slit his throat. The other raised up his rifle to shoot, but she turned the now dieing man to her, and his partner shot him three times in the chest, his body armor slowed down the projectiles enough that they were no match for her body armor. It would bruise her flesh, but would not do any major damage to her.
The shocked guard shouted, and Alia was able to let the man in her arms fall to the ground now lifeless, and in three quick steps she pulled her own gun, and shot him square in the head. She picked up his weapon and the spar clip and slapped it to her side, where it stuck. She then looked to where Shara was, along with her team. She spoke on the open channel that was made for their team. She only gave them a quick glance a group of ten solider came running in. Alia made it to her cover point, and waited for the first man to walk past her lane of fire. Three shots later two men down, one screaming in pain. She used the injured man as bate for another, and was able to take three more down. She ejected the clip, and inserted the new one in quick succession, and moved.
A grenade fell down her path that she was once in and exploded, sending derbies and shards of metal in different directions none of which hit their mark. She was already moved on from the position, and using the explosion and moment of confusion when they turned the corner to find that they had either been mistaken of which row she was in, or that she was never there. She dropped down behind the two guards, kicking one in the knee, and using his shoulders to spin and kick at the second hitting his neck braking it soundly. She landed and used her knee to shove the one she injured nose to the side, knocking him out. She would of killed him, but she needed to move on. She slid under the row, and came up behind the other two knowing there was still one more out there.
Getting behind these two, Alia was able to stab one in the back of the neck, and his partner turned but was ready for her. He used the butt of his gun and she received a glancing blow to the face cutting her cheek slightly. Blood trickled down, and he went to aim at her, but she stepped forward knocking the gun to the side, he shot a burst volley, it bunt at her palm. She kicked her leg back and up hitting the barrel of the gun, and flipped it in the man's hands. The solider thrust a palm out at her, pushing her off balance slightly, and the gun clattered to the floor.
The two now faced each other, and she went right onto the offensive. She used a knuckle jab to his head as fast as a snake strike, and the man rolled to the side lifting his hand to block it. He tried to do a forward kick and push her back, but she side stepped, and used her foot and crushed the man's knee. He went down, and she made a firm lined hand, and chopped at the man's throat, crushing it and soon to end his life. She turned, and loud sound, followed by pain in her shoulder threw her back. She landed on her back, and rolled to her side, the man smirked and walked up to her, the gun pointed squarely on her chest. She depressed her thumbs and forefingers together, and she vanished from view. The man fired at her spot but too late. She had already moved.
Her dispersing act only lasted for a moment, and she was right behind the man. A slight sound of static could be heard, and he turned. Alia raised her hand and flicked her wrist. Blood splashed across her face as she cut the man's throat. The blood on her suite just seemed to vanish, and slight static lines moved about where she had been shot, but the suite was not damaged. She would have a major bruise there, and if it was any lower, it would of broken ribs. But the suite did it's job again, and she was glad she spend the credits on it. She was breathing hard, then turned on the now dead man, and made her way back to the Weapon's locker room. Alia already felt her shoulder feeling stiff her cheek was still bleeding, and her cheek was starting to bruise up.
Their guard's radio's were going nuts, and Alia spoke. Her cold brown eyes looked down at the squawking radio, and she narrowed her eyes on the Weapon Locker Room. Her breathing sounded slightly winded, but in control she spoke to Finn, and the rest of the group. "The uninvited guests have been neutralized for now, but we have incoming. Are you almost done in there?"
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A second, perhaps two, after Alia's question, Finn said "Aye! Let's get the fuck out of here!" He said, yelling, as an order to everyone in their team, both through the radio and otherwise, "we don't wanna meet anymore of those bastards!" Were this a lighter occasion, Finn would have picked the body of the dead man, taken it out and buried the man himself. He knew it would just be an unnecessary burden, however, and he just sprinted with his men out of the place.
They were met with quite a few foes in the exit, however, blocking their passage, and they had to be taken care. Finn's men had the protection provided by the corners, however, whilst the enemies were pretty much left unprotected. A few shots threatened to hit them, but only a single one grazed Finn himself in his shoulder, but he nevertheless felt nothing at the time. Swiftly, they freed the way, and ran towards the exit.
Out of the building, they met up with Shara and her team, "Are we all here?" He asked, as he looked at his men, "yes," he answered himself. "Syd, you may have the honor," he said, whilst looking at the building itself. Chuckling, Syd pressed a button on a sort of gauntlet on his hand, that also had a few other buttons in it, and the whole thing blew to the air. Life is a sad little voyage, devoid of what would otherwise make it fun, Finn thought, as he looked at what, if it were fireworks instead of c-4s, could have made people find it marvelous, romantic, even. The big difference, Finn thought, is its presentation.
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It wouldn't be long before the place was crawling with authorities, and Jan was making quick work of field dressing Felicia and Carl's injuries - both fortunately not life threatening. A pair of tourniquets would suffice until they where clear of the area.
Shana meanwhile had another matter to tend to. While Finn and the others where watching the fruits of their labor shake the complex in a fiery explosion, she had grabbed hold of the front of Alaric' jacket and slammed him up against a chainlink fence that rimmed the complex.
She shoved her side-arm up under his chin and her finger danced across the trigger.
"I should put a bullet in you right here and now," she growled.
Alaric had his hands raised up in a show of not going for his weapon as he felt the muzzle of the gun grinding up into his chin.
"Look, it was an accident," he muttered.
"You call this an accident?" she bit out as she indicated her upper arm with a nod of her head.
It was bleeding where a bullet had grazed her, but the injury was minor next to Felicia and Carl's. The difference was that hers had been inflicted by friendly fire.
"Come on, Finn would you call off your dog?" Alaric asked before grimacing as Shana pushed the gun up against his chin more forcefully.
Fortunately for him, unless Finn gave the order Shana wouldn't likely pull the trigger and the man would probably live to see another day.
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Turing to face the events that now seemed to be more dire at the moment. A member of the team had shot another, though they were going to be fine, she was about ready to take his head off. The man clearly thought his actions were not to be thrown into such overdrive, but that alone caused Alia to see the error in his ways. She watched as Shanna was about to pull the trigger, and his words only fueled the woman's anger. She knew this situation was not hers to deal with, so she kept her emotions in check. The man was a food, and needed to either be killed, or kicked from the group, but then he would be a liability. So in truth, the man in her eyes should no longer take another breath.
However... This was not her call, and she watched with some interest as things transpired. It would be interesting to see how things were worked out. She had known Finn for several weeks, and did not tolerate much in the way of mistakes, that is why the best were under his wing.. So to speak.
Alia only now covered the woman's back, and was ready to react if things started to get out of hand. She had all right to blow his brains away, but some might have ties of friendship with this man she now held. It was a very tense few moments, and Alia was on edge, as was the rest of the group.
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Finn looked starkly at the two, alternatively glancing at Shana and Alaric. He remained silent for a moment or two, before saying, "Alaric, you know how I despise stupidity." The tone of his voice and the way he looked at him clearly showed how much he despised the whole situation, "friendly fire? An accident? I think I was either wrong when I thought you were a good marksman or I was wrong in thinking I could trust you as a member of our group," he turned away, before looking over his shoulder a few moments later, only to say "next time anything like this happens, I'll make sure, myself, you'll not breathe anymore to attack our good men." He made a slight pause before continuing, "now.. let's get our hides out of here." He walked away, calling the rest of the group with him, to retreat from the place.
