Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190701065948

Two more blasts rocked through the facility, far more powerful than anything that had come before. Grunting, the girl jammed her blade into the floor to anchor herself, hanging on for dear life as the room bucked violently, sending cages, crates and Apathies flying like rag dolls.

They were downed for a brief moment afterwards, already shambling back to their feet or crawling after her. But it gave Jett a precious few seconds to put some distance between them. She ran blind, desperate to just get away from the creatures, no longer knowing where she was even headed... and ran straight into the woman in white.

Panicked, she nearly attacked before stopping herself at the sight of elegant white clothes and brown hair... not a Grimm after all, human, but who?

A sharp pain at her ankle reminded her... it didnt matter. If she was down here too, the woman's life was in danger. There was no time for lengthy explanations, she quickly stomped the rat biting her foot, helped the woman to her feet and simply warned. "Grimm that way, we have to run"

Several more of the rat grimm had fallen along with the woman into the area from a hole on the roof. Most died in the fall, but a few got back up and attacked. Jett was forced to fight her way past them to keep moving. Their attacks were weak in small numbers, and the Grimm easily dispatched, more of a nuisance than an actual threat. But killing took time, and every second wasted meant the Apathy crept ever closer... --

That was unexpected...

On the shore and waters nearby, the two groups of SAINTs and police has been silent till now, ordered to stand by as reserves before communications were abruptly cut. Through the night, they had watched as disaster struck again and again... Losing contact with the group, the facility's electronics going haywire, sudden appearances of an unknonw third part with Bullheads and choppers...

The giant fish Grimm had been the last straw. Things were officially out of hand. Mission be damned, though they were tasked to follow Jett in the field, in emergencies like these the SAINTs answered to a higher authority... her little sister, the real ANGEL of the pair.

Messages were relayed between the two teams via drones. Communications were still down from an unknown interference, they had to be recorded, flown back and forth between the shore and boat team, and replayed. One of the three eyed, bird like drones was sent back to HELL, the SAINTs base to alert Emily and summon reinforcements, but they would need time...

Then it was up to the boat team. Abandoning stealth, searchlights flared and engines roared as the two rafts closed the distance with the runaway facility. Once in range the mounted guns on the back opened up a salvo of rapid fire on the giant fish Grimm.

Of course, they couldnt hope to actually kill or even wound the behemoth. The guns were light, made for taking down small boats or humans swimming for shore instead of such monsters. But the boats were fast and agile, allowing them to dart in and out quickly, pepperring it with hit and run attacks, and hopefully drawing its attention away from the facility until the cavalry arrived.

He failed, and now everyone would die for it. Despite the best efforts of the police and the inspector, the plan had failed at every step. It was reckless to begin with, and grew only worse the deeper they got into this crusade. The inspector could have retreated at any time, but kept going... why? Pride? Stupidity? Stubbornness?

One of his lieutenants cried and begged for help, covered in rats, mere steps away in the black swarm, and yet he couldnt do a thing for him. In the end, the man, a promising young lad he watched rise from a lowly steet cop to his second in command pulled a sidearm into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

The inspector could only wince, and mutter a silent "Sorry" for the man under his breath.

He was old, tired, due for retirement in a month. Deep down, he only wanted one last victory under his name, to end his career with one last brilliant plan, a final moment of glory... instead, it seemed his end would come screaming in the tiny jaws of vermin. Their little circle of protection shrank slowly, consumed by the black tide of chittering teeth...

....and yet...

Movement at his back, one of the captured criminals rushing forward. Shouts of warning, but the few remaining cops were too busy to do anything. Instead of attacking though, he snatched the pistol from the dead lieutenant's hand and fired shot after shot at the surging Grimm.

More and more of them stood up, grabbing weapons, rocks and tools. Faunus clawed and gored at furry bodies, or even bare handedly hurled themselves into the fray. The inspector caught a glimpse of a knife one of them must have managed to sneak past his attention and used to cut their bonds. Another slip up on his part... but this could be useful.

Against all odds, the criminals were actually doing it! So many bodies hurled forward in sheer desperation that even the rats couldnt keep up. Dozens fell, but dozens more pushed forward, using the dead as shields, they were slowly cuting thier way towards a nearby door.

Seizing this, he yelled for his men to break formation, join the group. Adding their own police grade heavy weapons to the mix. He had been thinking all wrong this whole time... his plans could not control everything, then he should simply embrace the chaos...