RUMBLERUMBLERUMBLE. The group waited with baited breath as the capital trucks rolled across the overpass they were crouched beneath. Once the diesel engine faded into the distance, the squad went into action. Mad Jack and Wolfspeaker started down a dark alleyway, while the other three began ascending a nearby fire escape. The two groups were both headed towards a munitions depot several blocks inside the city walls.
“I still don’t like that we had to go through the sewers to get up in here,” Cyndia lamented. Lissa responded with a glare, “It was a lot faster than waiting for the shift change.” Cyndia shrugged in agreement, glad that she had at least waterproofed her boots recently. The three began moving over the rooftops, careful not to make too much noise. After a few minutes, they arrived at the large, unassuming brick building they knew was their destination. STL quickly tied a rope around one of the many exhaust pipes lining the roof; he dangled himself over the ledge and jimmied a window open. One by one, they hung over the ledge and slipped inside.
The trio slipped down to the main stores and each one planted a bomb on a pillar. They were a little surprised that there weren’t more guards around, but then again, this was the first time the rebels had brought the fight to the capital. They would have to get out fast, so they planned on leaving on the ground. They went to a nearby window and made sure the coast was clear. They saw the two buildings on which MJ and WS were stationed with their sniper rifles, just in case.
Lissa dropped a rope out the opening, which unfurled until it was a foot or two off the ground. She began rappelling down, followed by STL and then Cyndia. Each landed with a soft thud, but as soon as Cyndia began moving away from the rope, the quietness was shattered.
WOOFWOOFWOOFWOOF. “THEY’RE OVER HERE!” Suddenly a spotlight lit up on the corner of a nearby shop and began swiveling towards the three.
“Dammit. RUN!” Lissa cried. They started booking it. The spotlight nearly caught up with STL, but suddenly there was a muffled CRACK, followed by the sound of glass falling to the pavement below. WS drew the bolt of her gun back and loaded another round. She called over to MJ, who had just placed a well-aimed bullet into the chest of one of the capital guards. “We gotta get out of here, blow it!”
MJ reached into his satchel and pulled out the detonator. He raised his eyes to the rigged building. He pushed the button. Click.
Nothing.
MJ pushed the button again and again. Clickclickclick. The building remained standing. “Mother******.” He threw the detonator back in his bag and turned to run. He and WS began tearing off across the skyline, hoping against hope to make it out alive. Cracks rang out both above and below.
Down on the streets, STL had drawn his pistol and taken out a dog that had latched onto Cyndia’s leg. “Thanks,” she spat out breathlessly, as they kept heading towards the main sewer drains. STL nodded, blood from a newly acquired hole in his shoulder seeping through his coat.
The five squadmates ran into each other above the manhole they’d entered from, but they didn’t waste time with pleasantries, and dropped into the darkness below.
The Mission has failed.
There was 1 act of sabotage to the mission.
The squad gave all the details to the rest of the group. They were all visibly disappointed, but knew that there is always a possibility of something going wrong.
“Do you think someone tipped off the guards?” saya asked. MJ responded, “Hard to say, it might’ve just been bad juck. The explosives, however…something got tampered with.”
Rojo knew he had a tough task ahead of him to pick out a team for the next mission. It was going to be a little more difficult than last time, especially with the guards on alert, so he planned on selecting 6 squad members.
