David took his time as he jogged towards a part of the city that he had visited before.
He needed to be quiet, and listen for any hostile sounds.
The streets were grimy and littered, as he made his way through the shadows. He knew that there were several brothels in this area, and he intended to visit a few of em.
As he approached the first of his intended targets, he drew from his coat a small knife. He rammed the knife into the lock on the door, destroying the locking pins inside, before silently easing the door open.
He had fully expected the brothel to be open at this time, but evidently business was not good. As he crept through the lobby, he heard a scuffling from below.
David smirked to himself, as he thought of all the women downstairs waiting to be rescued. He quickly located the cellar door, and destroyed the locking pins as easily as the first time.
The cellar was too dark for his night vision to penetrate, so he pulled out a small penlight and flicked it on – instantly destroying his night vision. The light revealed 10 women, all healthy enough looking, lying on thin mattresses along the back wall, most of whom looked up in alarm at the light piercing the gloom in the cellar.
‘Come on ladies, you’re coming with me.’ He hissed down the narrow stairs, pulling out his tranquiliser gun as an afterthought. ‘We’re gonna give you gals a new home, so don’t try anything foolish; you don’t wanna make me mad. And if you value your life, you’ll keep quiet.’
David watched as the girls climbed the stairs in single file. Despite the fact he ordered them to be quiet, there are a small sound of nervousness. He didn’t think it would wake anyone, so he didn’t bother to do anything about it.
‘Out of the door you go, round the corner and head to the compound on the left.’ He whispered menacingly. ‘And you girls ought to know, I rarely miss with this thing.’ He added, shaking the gun in his hand slightly, drawing 10 nervous pairs of eyes momentarily.
David watched with a smirk as the girls followed his commands to the letter.
Finally when there was only one girl left inside the brothel, things started to go bad. As the final girl climbed the step under the door, she stumbled and gasped in out in pain; quite audibly.
David knew they were in trouble when the lights in the brothel turned on. He grabbed the girl by the scruff of her neck, and dragged her to her feet.
‘Get in gear!’ He growled at her. ‘And get to that compound before I stick a dart in your neck!’
The petrified girl stumbled in her haste to complete David’s orders. He followed her, and watched as the other girls were herded into the hidden Bactrian from the corner of a small shop.
David heard a click, and immediately ducked. Moments later, a shotgun round blew a hole in the wall where his head had been only seconds before.
Cursing under his breath, he spun round and spotted an angry looking guy in the top window of the Brothel. He took aim, and shot a dart into the side of his face.
Smirking slightly as the man crumpled in pain, he turned back towards the compound; and heard sirens behind him.
Cursing again, he set off in the opposite direction; away from the compound. He needed to get the cops away from the ship before he could slip away from them, otherwise the others would be trapped on the planet.
Though he had no interior plans, the pictures had shown three levels of windows, and at least this basement. From the decorum of the rooms, he guessed that anyone living here would be the hired help. The first three rooms of the basement were simply for storage, quick peeks through a cracked door confirmed it. As he approached the fourth, snoring could be heard from within. Clif had help outside, so he decided to bypass the basement and leave it to Mrs. Hughes. He unlocked the front door and keyed his radio, "Diana, I'm wantin' ya to cover their basement, I'm movin' on up ta the upper floors. I know, don' sound like much, but I think that you'll find a few targets, so stay on them toes." His feet padded up the stairs as quietly as Clif could manage.
The stairs led to a stark hallway, several toys littered the ground and Clif was careful not to step on any. "Business," he reminded himself, and hurried down to the first door. It was painted a baby blue, with a pink one opposing. He started with the blue door, and it opened noiselessly into a cluttered room. Toys of all sorts were splayed out on the floor with seemingly no organization existing in the room. "Almost smells like my place," Clif laughed quietly. He unrolled a strip of foam tape and approached the sleeping figure. His internal fight against guilt was put on hold has he clenched his teeth and forcibly covered the boy's mouth. The expected struggling ensued, but there's only so much a ten year old can do against a determined Rogue. In no time, the child was bound and taped while his wild eyes tried to make sense of what had happened.
"And now the girl," he softly said. It was a short trip across the hall to the pink room, and Clif was gaining confidence. The nervousness that always accompanied such a dangerous mission was beginning to wear away with each success. The pink door quietly gave way to a much better kept room, but with the same results. And then there were two squirming children, taped to the floor of the blue room. Clif was already ascending to the next and final floor, leaving the bundles of joy for later. "I hope Diana can handle herself..."
The maps that he had studied suggested that the top floor was significantly smaller than those it sat upon. Perhaps three rooms at best, given the wall structure. The stairs emptied out into the central room, with an open study attached and a single door opposite to it. Military emblems, pictures, and figures were arrayed throughout the room, a display of the resident's service to Liberty. "A Navy boy it'd seem," and he stopped to examine a few of the framed pictures. It was obvious from some of the decorations that the man was an officer, which would explain his wealth. Most officers in Liberty were rich with graft same as the police.
With a smirk, Clif padded towards the singular door in the soft glow from the skylights. The engraved copper handle of the ornate door slid smoothly and he pushed it open. The movement was instantly accompanied by a harsh squeal from the hinges, and he heard sounds inside. Abandoning stealth, Clif sprinted into the room and snatched up a vase from one of the dressers. The Military Man had already pushed himself upright before Clif could close the distance. He raised the pottery above his head and brought it down with all the force he could muster. The vessel rang out as it shattered against skull, and the body crumpled.
Instantly, the wife was screaming. She bolted from the bed and towards the door in a desperate attempt to escape. Clif pushed off of the bed and brought his dart gun to bear, letting two rounds fly. They both struck the door with a thud and quivered there, mocking his poor aim. But she was already tearing towards the stairs with Clif in pursuit. He heaved himself through the air and down the stairwell, crashing into the terrified woman. The two tumbled down the whole of the flight of steps before coming to rest at the bottom. So much for a quiet job. He pushed himself up and observed the woman trying to claw her way to the childrens' rooms. One leg was sickeningly twisted over, and it was obvious that she couldn't walk. As her escape was unlikely, he took some time to look himself over. A nasty gash in his arm was all he had to show for the fall. Again, he brought the dart gun to bear, and this time, he didn't miss.
Still no sound from below, nothing to indicate Diana had made her move. He grunted at the pain in his arm while reaching for his radio yet again. "Diana? Diana, I need you to get your sweet ass moving. Din' bring ya on this job for your looks." He bandaged his arm with some torn fabric from the woman's nightgown and waited for a reply on the comm.
A uniformed figure appeared around the corner. Slipping deeper into the shadows, David silently praised these police on their determination to catch him. He had let them follow him for the past 15 minutes, drawing them far away from the landing zone. The only problem was, they had called in a blockade to cut him off. The police had erected spotlights around his position, removing all of the shadows in a wide arc; leaving only a few shadows in the middle of the arc to hide in. Eventually they would send a search party in to find him, and he had nowhere to go.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, he thought to himself. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his communicator. He would have to get the ground team to create a little diversion.
[font=fixedsys] ‘Ground team, this is David. Come in.’ He whispered into the communicator.
‘This is ground team, we read you David.’ A female voice replied through the small device, which he recognised as Alisha Rodriguez.
‘Did you get all 10 of the girls I sent Alisha?’ He asked, quietly.
‘We got em all David, you did a good job. One of them had a few grazes, but we dealt with it.’
‘Good, cause now I need your assistance. I got myself into a bit of a jam.’
‘What do ya need us to do?’
‘I need you to create a little diversion somewhere, to get these cops off my back.’
‘Diversion? You got it. We’ll need a few minutes to set it up, wait out.’
Switching off the communicator, David once again looked around. The police were preparing to move, he could tell. He hoped he would be able to hide until the diversion was launched, otherwise he would have a nice trip to a cell somewhere. He looked around, checking once again for an escape route; and spotted something that he had missed before. It was a sewer access hatch, barely visible underneath a large dustbin.
Moving as silently as he could, David moved slowly towards the bin. It was half empty, thankfully, meaning that it would make less noise when moved. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the police were finally moving into the darkness towards him. He had no choice but to hide in the sewer.
The dustbin made a high pitched squealing sound, and even though it was barely audible, it went straight through David. He glanced over his shoulder again, and thanked the stars that the police didn’t hear the horrible sound; but they were getting very close. He hurriedly pulled out a small knife from his pocket, with a small, but strong, blade capable of cutting through even bone. He inserted the knife into the small crack running round the edge of the cover, and pushed back – lifting the cover silently. The sides of the cover were caked in years of filth, and the smell that erupted from the sewer as the lid was removed was repulsing. Still, David had no choice. He lowered himself into the hole, and clung to the slimy ladder fixed to the wall. When all but his head remained above ground, he locked his knees around the ladder, and gently picked the cover back into place. A sudden light almost made him drop it, but before it could come closer he gently manoeuvred the cover back into place.
Trying not to breathe in the putrid stench, David listened and waited. He could hear men above him, searching every dark corner, every shadow and then checking again. These men were thorough, and would find him very soon. He took his penlight out from his pocket, and positioned it in his hand in a way that shielded the light from above. He did not want to risk a few stray beams of light giving away his position. The small tunnel leading down into the sewer was just that, so tiny it was impossible to move his elbows more than a few inches. The walls and the ladder were slippery with slime and filth, so thick it turned everything green, and David was soon caked in it. Shining his light down, he felt his heart drop. Below him was fast moving sewage, which looked very deep. With another lurch, he saw that the last dozen rungs of the ladder were missing. Either he waited for the police to find him, Alisha’s diversion, or he dropped 20 foot into raw sewage.
David decided to wait. He had no idea if he would be able to find an exit if he ever entered the sewage, and he stood a chance if the police found him. If there was only a few, he felt confident he would be able to take them down. For the time being, he had to wait for Alisha and the rest of the ground team to make their move.
After what seemed like hours, he heard a noise that made him stop breathing. Someone was standing on the sewer cover. He could hear rustling above him; it seemed as if the police were searching the dustbin. Just as he came to this conclusion, the brim of the cover was lit up. It appeared the police had found his hiding place, and were about to search it. David readied himself to fight, pulling out his knife and positioning himself to vault out of the small opening.
He waited, but the police never came. Instead, he heard a loud explosion somewhere far away. Alisha had come through for him, even if it had taken a long time.
[font=fixedsys] ‘You and you!’ Someone shouted above him. ‘Stay here and find that kidnapper! The rest of you, come with me!’
Smiling slightly, he listened as several pairs of heavy footsteps ran away from his position. No doubt to find out what damage Alisha as caused. Once more, the light filled the edge of the sewer cover. Light suddenly filled David’s world, as he vaulted out of the hole with incredible speed. As he flew upwards, he bought his knife to bear; straight into the stomach of a startled police man. Before his victim had even hit the ground, David pulled out his tranquiliser gun and searched for the second policeman. He spotted him with his head in a dustbin a few metres away. The idiot didn’t even know his partner was dying, or that David was taking aim at his neck. A dart later, David was finally alone. Looking over in the distance, he spotted orange flames dancing into the night sky. Thick black smoke was adding to the already smog filled environment, making the night even darker.
Looking down at himself, David saw that the slime that covered him was absorbing the light of the distant fire; making him luminous. He quickly emptied his pockets, and crept over to the drugged officer. After checking to make sure he was alone, he stripped off his own clothes and stuffed them into the dustbin the cop had had his head in. He then stripped the cop and donned his uniform, grimacing slightly as he looked like a standard Policeman. After filling his pockets, he heaved the unconscious half naked cop into the bin. He then dragged the dead cop over to the bin as well, and after drawing out his knife and cleaning it on the uniform of the corpse, he heaved it on top of partner; a nice gift for when he wakes up.
Unfortunately, Alisha had placed her little diversion in between him and the landing zone; which meant he had to find another way off this planet. He thought back to when they first arrived on the planet, and remembered a landing area not too far from his position. Before he set off, he fired up his communicator again.
[font=fixedsys] ‘Alisha, this is David. Come in.’ He said into the device.
‘I’m here David,’ She replied. ‘Did our little diversion work for ya?’
‘Sure did, you saved my life, but it’s getting too hot for me to return. Tell the ship to leave without me, I’ll find my own way off this rock.’ David answered.
‘I’ll pass on the message, good luck David.’ Came the reply, before the communicator went dead.
David slipped the communicator back into his pocket as he faded into the shadows, and headed towards the landing zone. He figured that he could not be far from the site, as he had already travelled quite a distance in the right direction. Thus, he was not surprised when barely 5 minutes later, he spotted the guards at the pad. The defences around the area were quite pitiful. A couple of guards were at the entrance, and spotlights lit up most of the area. The spotlights were not that effective however, as the thick smog surrounding the city filtered out most of the light. Apart from that, there was nothing to stop him taking a ship of his choice.
David quickly found an opportunity to get inside the compound, as the guards spotted the fire in the distance. While both their backs were turned, he slipped past them and into the shadows inside the compound. Just as he though it couldn’t get any easier, he spotted the docking clamps on each of the ships. Cursing silently, he scouted the area; hoping to find a ship that was not secured.
About 15 minutes later, when David was half way round the compound, a Virage came in to land in the middle of the compound. The pilot, a woman with a slight figure, appeared to only need refuelling and some supplies; which she yelled quite loudly while opening her cockpit. A refuelling truck approached, and attached a tube to the side of the curiously shaped ship.
While the ship was refuelling, David crept ever closer, waiting for his chance to seize the ship for his own. His moment came quicker than he would have thought, and the refuelling truck was soon packing up. As it turned away, David broke his cover and sprinted towards the cockpit of the ship. The woman had not yet begun to close it, and she never even had time to scream as he fired a dart at her. He missed her neck, and instead fired the dart into her shoulder; but she was so shocked she didn’t do anything, and was soon out for the count.
Quickly, David hurled her behind the pilot’s chair, and fired up the engines of the ship. As he was lowering the cockpit, he noticed that the alarms in the compound were blaring away; it seemed he had been spotted commandeering the ship. A brutish looking ION cannon above the Guards station turned towards him. He raised the shields, and engaged the engines. The strength of the ION cannon lowered the shields of the Virage instantly, and David wasted no more time. He fired up the weapons systems on the ship and destroyed the cannon before it could recharge. Then he fired up the thrusters, and propelled himself away from the planet at breakneck speeds.
Only when he was safely back in space did he take a few moment to catch his breath, and explore the cockpit of his new ship. He punched in the co-ordinates Montezuma, and activated the autopilot. He then turned to the woman sprawled behind his chair. He searched her, and found an ID on her. Smiling, he binned the civilian ID and pulled out from handcuffs from his pocket. He had another slave for the Pens of Niverton, and a new ship. He dragged the woman to the cargo hold, and securely fixed her to a rail. The cargo hold was empty, but that did not matter. He went back to the cockpit, and fired up the communications systems.
[font=fixedsys] ‘This is David, I made it off the planet with a new ship, and a new slave.’ He said into the microphone. ‘Heading to Montezuma to regroup. Is everyone off the planet yet?’
// Posting as Diana with permission from Rodent since he's busy //
The radio crackled nearby, "Diana? Diana, I need you to get your sweet ass moving. Din' bring ya on this job for your looks." But Diana was already on the move. She had seen the same pictures of the house as Clif, and realized that they'd need transportation to move these people to the Stupid Singularity for evac. Even if Mr. Thurston was too stupid to realize it. "And who am I to correct the big Underboss?" Diana quietly laughed to herself. She had her eye on a van, big enough to move a whole crew, and discreet. She had left the radio and slunk towards the vehicle with her dress swishing as if to emphasize each step.
Hunkering down next to the van, she removed a nail file and hair pick from her personal effects and smiled at the mechanical lock. "How quaint," she purred, and the lock clicked open agreeably. Hot wiring the ride wasn't much more difficult, and the engine turned over without a fuss. Diana shifted the van into reverse and backed the vehicle up towards the mansion. With the lights off, this was no mean feat, and the van's progress halted suddenly with a sickening crunch. "Shi- I'll never hear the end of this, I can hear them all now... 'women can't drive...'" She continued her frustrated mutterings and almost slammed the door before remembering stealth.
The bumper had wrapped its self around one of the columns in front of the house, but the van was otherwise unharmed. The radio in the nearby bushes in which she had left it crackled to life, "DIANA! What the hell was that?"
She stepped out to retrieve it.
"That?" she repeated sweetly, "That is our getaway. It's in position. You're welcome."
"Getawa- Fine. I still need you to clear the basement. Expect a few, just stay sharp."
"I'm always sharp," She snorted back before turning off the radio. Diana sauntered to the front door and gingerly opened it, almost expecting an alarm, but none sounded. "At least he managed that much." The door opened into a considerably expansive entryway. A stairway flanked either side and expensive looking paintings lined the hall leading to what appeared to be the kitchen. She couldn't tell because of the darkness, and wasn't overly concerned, her job was down the left stairwell.
A black silk dress was comfortable and flattering, but it was hell on stairs. She reached down to pull up the hem and descended into the darkness of the basement. It took only seconds for her eyes to become accustomed to the almost pitch black of it. She found herself in another small hallway with several doors crowding either side of it. She paused at each in turn, pressing her ear carefully against it. Only one revealed any form of noise, snoring, and after checking the rest, she returned and slowly eased it open.
Immediately, her sinuses filled with the stench of unwashed bodies. It took her several seconds in the dark to fully realize what she was looking at. The room appeared to be a storage closet, but housed three large men and two women. Slaves already, they'd never even notice the difference between their crowded closet and Malta's cardamine fields. It was hard to be surprised at finding slaves in such a house with all she had seen of Liberty's corruption. And she knew precisely how to deal with these.
"Alright. Listen up. You've been purchased and I want your worthless asses to follow me. Immediately." She brandished one of the sticks that she had brought with her and did her best to appear authoritative. Each jumped to their feet and gathered their things with a minimum of complaint. Aside from one: a short fat man. He groaned over the orders and began to voice his dissent until Diana's stick snapped loudly against his shin. Blood erupted from the gash and the man doubled over in pain.
"I didn't ask for your opinions. You'd do best to remember that and do as I say." She hauled them up in an orderly line and filed them into the back of the van before locking them in the rear of it. She reached into the blouse of her dress for the radio, but before she could report success...
"Diana? Diana, I need you to get your sweet ass moving. Din' bring ya on this job for your looks."
No response. Just like her, leave him alone in this damn place. At least his arm had stopped bleeding. Clif took the woman lying in the hall by her good leg and slid her to just between the childrens' rooms for easy collection later. Right now, he wanted to have a look at the that trophy room upstairs, mainly the gun collection. He climbed the stairs behind him, tracing a finger through the blood marks on the wall and drawing idly as he ascended.
Clif leaned into the bedroom to check on the man, didn't want anyone waking and sneaking up on him. No, the slumped figure wasn't going anywhere, and Clif hoped that he hadn't killed him. They were useless dead, and he had already damaged one. Nothing to do about it now, and he walked across the room to the cabinets of weaponry. He felt like a junkie in a cardamine shop.
Each firearm was polished to a fine sparkle. Each glimmered, even in the meager light from the windows. There wasn't much room for rifles and carbines, but a sweet collection of pistols and submachine guns. "Blasters, plasma cannons, and photon rifles, oh MY!" he sang to himself, but one pistol gave him pause, "What's this then?" Clif pressed his face against the glass of the display, leaving obscene marks on the carefully cared for cabinet. The pistol was unlike anything he had ever seen. No obvious power supply, and an overly large muzzle meant a slug thrower of some sort, but he couldn't quite tell at the angle. He tried the latch but it wouldn't budge. Shrugging, he gripped the handle of his tranq gun and smashed the glass out with the butt end. He reached through the shards and retrieved the pistol with care.
SMASH
The loud noise sounded like it was outside. Clif dropped the gun into one of his pockets and rushed to the window to see what all the commotion was about. A grey looking vehicle had lodged its self firmly into one of the fluted columns in front of the house. "Who tha..." He reached into another pocket and retrieved the radio.
"DIANA! What the hell was that?"
"That?" she repeated sweetly, "That is our getaway. It's in position. You're welcome."
"Getawa- Fine. I still need you to clear the basement. Expect a few, just stay sharp."
"I'm always sharp," She snorted back before turning off the radio. Clif watched her saunter up to the front door and make her grand entrance.
"Bloody finally," He groaned to himself. Clif stood back and scratched his chin, trying to remember what he was doing before remembering the man. He crossed back to the bedroom. The man's pulse was a slow but steady throb, and Clif nodded approvingly. Taking the man by his arms, he heaved him onto his back and slowly made his way down to where the rest of the unfortunate family lay bound. He wished that he was in better shape, Diana certainly wasn't about to help him carry down these three. Clif decided to check the ground floor for something that he could haul them with. He wasn't looking forward to heaving each over his back and carrying them to Diana's van.
It was the daughter's room that produced a tool sufficient: a plastic table. I carried it to the hallway and dropped it with the legs sticking into the air, reminding him of a dead animal of some kind. He first placed the woman onto the table and then slumped the man on top, ignoring the muffled protests of the children. He then removed his belt and secured it around one of the plastic handles on the table and slid the pile to the head of the stairs. Using the belt as a handle, he lowered the pair to the base and found himself panting from the effort. The front door stood wide and he wondered if Diana was already done with her part.
Before he had a chance to continue his internal dialogue, ice and pain erupted from his right shoulder. He felt metal scrape across his shoulder blade and he screamed. He heard it scrape across the bone and spreading fire as it passed. He dropped away from his assailant and grabbed for his newly acquired pistol, praying to whatever gods would listen that it was loaded.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK
Each shot rocked Clif's wrist back and lit the room from the muzzle flash. It illuminated the attacker, who appeared to be a fat dude wearing some sort of white puffy hat. "A chef," his mind thought dully, and he watched the man's body ripple from two points of impact and slowly fell backwards. Funny the things you latched onto in situations like this. Clif focused on the comical white hat as it fell from the head of the now dead chef and settled to the floor. Everything faded to black as he passed out.
Clif's world rattled and he was jostled awake. His wounds had been wrapped, but still blood leaked from the gash in his shoulder. He was slick with the stuff and struggled to make sense of his surroundings.
"And he's still alive. Thanks to me." Diana's voice.
Clif turned his head in the direction of the voice and asked, "Where... where are we?"
"After your little incident with the chef, I wrapped you up and got us out of there. The children were left behind, but our 'mission' was a success. Now clean yourself up, we're almost there." She tossed a grimy towel in his direction with a small laugh. "I'm amazed that you're still alive after losing all that blood. Guess you had too much anyway," She joked.
Clif groaned in response and drifted back into an almost sleep. Diana, no matter her driving mishaps earlier, managed to bring the vehicle up to Stupid Singularity without incident. The ground crew had been informed of their arrival, and ran up to carry Clif to the Bactrian with the newly acquired slaves in tow.
"Everyone is either back, or already off planet, Diana, we're ready to takeoff when you're ready" She was informed by one of the crew.
Diana boarded the Bactrian and scowled at anyone who asked her to help. She'd be the one to pilot them home, a move that'd have to be done quickly if Clif was to be saved. He needed blood and an equipped doctor that only one of their hideouts could offer. And Clif would just have to hold on until then.
Diana strapped into the driver's seat. The whole ship rumbled, though the engines were still cut. It was, again, the lifter that blasted the two ships through the atmosphere. As the flames caused by friction receded from their view and weightlessness enveloped them, the lifter released it's grasp on Singularity and fell back planetside. The Bactrian roared to life and took the nearest trade lane towards California Minor without anyone noticing. Though the trade lane was a risky move, Diana knew that Clif wouldn't survive a long flight through open space. The lane dumped them into the orbit of Minor, where they were spotted by the local authorities. "Just LPI," she scoffed, but didn't have time for such interruptions. The comms burst with static that resolved into the condescending nasal whine of the ranking Officer.
"Lookie here, it's Bactrian in a hurry. Think we might have some fun with this one, boys."
"Permission to fire, Sir?" Another asked.
"Of course! I want that hunk of junk disassembled into the scraps it's made from."
The exchange gave Diana time to start her cruise engines, but the police were close behind. She radioed ahead for cover and hoped that they'd be in time. Even with her piloting skills, there was no way she'd be able to survive four fighters. And it was still some way before the ice field could give her any cover. Each policeman had few issues keeping up with the Bactrian, but they were unable to bring the shields down. Diana was beginning to think that they'd make it when a disruptor jolted the engines into a reset. Stupid Singularity lurched sickeningly, and Clif slid onto the floor from his chair. No one had thought to strap him in, but there was no time for that now. The cops were on them in an instant, and Diana fought to keep free of their fire. Lasers and photon beams flashed across the bridge window, but the shields held steady. Not long and they'd be in the...
"What is that?" A mortar blast ripped past the Bactrian and tore into the nearest fighter while pulse blasts ate the shields of another two. The Mother had arrived. And Mother was angry. The Scylla brought its primary cannons to bear on the remaining LPI.
"I Blame My Mother here. We heard that Clif was in trouble, thought you might be able to use some help. Proceed to Alcatraz and we'll cover your back." The Destroyer's turrets pumped energy into the hulls of the police, who were forced to give up their chase and evade the deadly fire.
"Home free, you sweet ugly goddess. I'll buy you a beer at the bar." Diana whooped happily.
The bay doors slid home behind Stupid Singularity on Alcatraz, and a med team awaited. Such a funny sight, a team of Rogue physicians. She barked orders for her team to carry the collapsed Underboss to the stretcher.
Once they were off the ship, she again departed into the cold field of ice. She still had several hundred slaves to deliver to the Pens of Niverton.
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