This was it. The final push on the capital. The main resistance force was readied near the city walls, eager to launch into attack as soon as they got the signal. The squad was going after the biggest target of the all. President LIS.
They had received intel that LIS was meeting with all his chief military advisors at the top of Snow Tower. If they could get up there, victory was theirs. Rojo, Escalla, Devyn, and Cyndia all entered the tower through one of the ventilation ducts, and started up an emergency stairway. WS and Lissa were scaling the tower from the outside, a single mistake meaning certain death. Hedgie and the newcomer, 98cats, were trying to figure out a different way in, when they noticed only two guards at the front doors. “Eh, what the hell?” said 98cats, and the two fired off several suppressed rounds, each one hitting their mark. The two ran inside, stunned to find no other sentries around. “Might as well take the quickest way up,” Hedgie said, as she went back and lifted a keycard from one of the corpses outside. They hopped into a nearby elevator, swiped the card, and pressed the top button. Up they go.
DING. Top floor. As the elevator doors opened, Hedgie and 98 cats pressed against the sides of the lift to protect from incoming fire. Nothing. They peeked their heads out to see an empty hallway. Huh, they shrugged. As they went down the hallway, they heard a door opening to their right. They took cover and prepared to blast the guard away. Luckily they looked first, because it was simply their group of four squadmates stumbling out of the emergency stairs. “You guys have any issues?” Escalla asked. 98cats shook her head, “Almost nothing. It’s too easy, I don’t like it.”
The group of six kept on moving, guns pointed at every door and corner, but finding nothing in their sights. Eventually they came to a huge window, where WS and Lissa were about to enter. Lissa took out a cutting tool and traced a large circle on the glass. WOOMP. One good knock sent the glass out and made a nice hole for the two to climb in. “We didn’t see anybody on any floors as we came up,” WS said, “Something’s fishy.” Nervous, but undeterred, the squad kept moving.
Finally, they all saw the large, oak doors of the main conference room. Muffled voices could be heard arguing inside. “Alright, nice and easy,” Rojo whispered as they got into position, “No need to go crazy, just stick them up and we’ll be good.” Everyone nodded, if not in agreement, at least in understanding. “Ok, three…two…one…” Rojo burst the doors open with a solid kick from his steel-toed boots. Everyone went filing into the room, weapons at the ready, all yelling over each other. “HANDSUP DON’TMOVE WEGOTYOUNOWA-HOLE FREEZE”
Once the initial commotion subsided, everyone saw President LIS smiling at the head of conference table. “Oh, my. What brave souls you are in breaking into my house and trying to capture me and my generals!” Some of the squad members glanced at each other nervously, unsure why LIS was taking this so well. “I’m sure you all noticed that it was rather easy to come up here and see me. Do you know why that is?” It was a trap, they realized.
Suddenly, four of their supposed resistance-mates strolled into the room, their guns pointed at the squad’s backs. The generals took this time to excuse themselves, laughing at the deception. “All right, weapons on the ground.” They all recognized the voice of SummerTheLynx. The squad began to lay their guns on the floor. WildZoo and Cracker Jack began pulling pistols out of the squad’s coats. “Well, you all did pretty well these past few days,” Flim Flam Man gloated as he walked past each resistance member, “But I think it’s time that you to realize who you’re dealing with.”
“I applaud you all for a job well attempted,” LIS said, “but I’m afraid this can’t continue any longer. By the power invested in me, by me, I convict you all of treason and sentence you to death. Goodbye, puny rebels.”
Devyn was glad they hadn’t patted her down well enough. For the last minute she had slowly been creeping her hand towards the small of her back. She grasped her hand around the grip of her second pistol at the moment that LIS finished speaking. Faster than you could blink, Devyn whipped the handgun around a squeezed the trigger. BLAM. The shot caught LIS in the upper chest and spun him to the floor. In an instant, gunfire erupted throughout the room. Bullets, curses, punches, and screams filled the entirety of the conference hall. Almost as soon as it had started, it was over.
Everyone was bleeding from one spot or another. Miraculously, all of the resistance members still drew breath. Escalla was on the floor, applying pressure to the wound in her left leg, while 98cats’ right arm hung limply at her side, the result of a stray round or two finding their way into her shoulder, but the other squadmates still stood. FFM was slumped in a corner, trying in vain to hold in the blood spurting from his jugular vein, the knowledge that he only had a few seconds left clear in his eyes. WildZoo was facedown by the door, the result of a knife through the heart. CJ and STL were mostly unharmed, however, their hands held up in surrender.
All of a sudden, Dyachei came bursting into the room. “Are you all okay?! What happened?!” Lissa replied grimly, “A trap.” Dyachei shook her head, “Damn.” She surveyed the carnage. “So you’re all alright then?” There were nods around the room. “I guess that means the resistance wins…” her voice trailed…”Unless I can help it…”
Dyachei, the Deep Spy, with one last chance to prevent the uprising, raised her pistol and fired at the one she knew had to be the incognito commander of the resistance. Wolfspeaker turned around just as the metal rounds ripped into her chest, a look of surprise etched onto her face as she crumpled to the floor, dead. Just as Dyachei was starting to turn to take out another target, Cyndia, the Commander’s Bodyguard, slammed into Dyachei, both of them tumbling to the floor, the pistol flying. They began rolling around, each fighting for their life. After a few seconds, Dyachei rolled on top and began choking Cyndia with every ounce of strength she had. The light began fading from Cyndia’s eyes until BLAM!! Dyachei’s grip eased and her eyes glazed over on account of the quarter sized hold in her forehead. Cyndia threw the lifeless body off of her and began gasping for air.
Rojo, the Resistance Commander, lowered the still smoking pistol in his hand. He walked over to the far end of the conference table, where President LIS lay. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood right now,” Rojo growled, “So I’m gonna let you live. We’ll see what the people want to do with you. Maybe they’ll let you die quickly; I sure as hell wouldn’t.” Rojo knocked LIS out with a pistol whip to the head, then he looked out the window at the capital. He saw resistance troops moving freely through the streets, and he looked forward to a brighter future.
Resistance wins.
gotta say, jojo managing to pick an all rebel team for mission 2 was pretty impressive. 
