Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190315121328

On the water, the crew of two boats stared, jaws hanging open in surprise and confusion.

There was a brief argument among the crew, yelling over the engine roar and waves between their boats. Communications were still down and they received no orders from Jett. In the end, they decided to remain in place. The way the auction house was floating, it was headed for deeper water anyway, nobody was swimming away from there, its would be better to guard the shore.

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A few minutes passed, and the fighting gradually died down in the auction hall as the SAINTs and police finally subdued the last of the guards, leaving only the wealthy buyers, many who didnt know how, or lost the will to fight amidst the chaos of smoke, explosions and..... faulty sprinklers?

A sort of holding station had been set up in the room, where all the criminals were gathered at one end under close watch and gunpoint. One by one people were pulled from the crowd, frisked for weapons or communication devices, restrained with zip ties and shoved to the other end of the room, where more guards watched them. Once they secured the prisoners, they could be held uder control with relatively few guards while the main force stormed the rest of the facility.

At least.... that was the plan, until two wrenches were tossed in almost simultaneously. She had been on large Atlesian battleships enough times to recognize the growl of powerful naval engines, but she hadnt expected the enemy to rig them onto a freaking building!

Wasnt Dust supposed to have taken over the control room? Who was piloting the thing? And what were they doing? She thought of going to check it herself, but the sudden cries of one of the forward squads caught her attention, among the sounds of gunshots from a hallway

Without hesitation, she ran forward in that direction, not stopping even when the inspector yelled at her to maintain formation. Three lives were already lost tonight, she did not want more death among her allies!

The SAINTs naturally followed their leader, and a dozen heavy footsteps followed Wynston, Hilda and Maris as the elite unit pursued.

Shaking his head at the reckless girl, the inspector could only grumble under his breath, he had to continue supervising the auction house operations alone, and other matters.... From behind him his officers were yelling, an electric grenade thrown into their mix, momentarily zapping men and knocking several unconscious. The officers turned to face the unknown threat, firing outwards at a girl on the beach, bullets and rockets blasting the sand.

At first, the crowd was surprised when Aster broke cover and announced he was a police, afraid that they were already here. They soon realized the main team had yet to reach the room though, and seeing only two officers, the thugs sneered and moved in to attack, only to suddenly stop when a warning shot was fired at their back, another undercover cop, breaking out to aid them.

Across the room, another cry of "Youre all under arrest! Hands up!" rang out, then another... and another.... the crowd was filled with them, finally taking action.

Confused and wary of each other, the few criminals did not dare attack or gather too close, too many unknown faces. A few surrendered, a few tried to run, but many more moved in to attack, grabbing weapons from hidden pockets or off shelves, swarming the outnumbered officers.