Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190302144144

Jett's men were trained to be ready for preemptive attacks. Even as they waited for the bombs to be set up and explode, her soldiers took defensive positions, watching all exits closely in the unlikely chance someone tried to escape or disarm the bombs before they went off. They were ready... but only problem was an attack caming from the wrong direction!

Her men had auras up already in anticipation of the impending battle, and their STRIDE padded armour absorbed most of the shock damage from the grenade. It was the ice shrapnel that did most damage, blinding and cutting at their auras. One soldier was slashed in the eyes, blinded and panicking, he broke cover, screaming and running.... right towards the C4 charge.

Boom~!

"Fuck!" Jett hissed, already they had their first casualty. She immediately tried to radio Alpha to scout and find their attacker, but their radios were still broken. Instead, she ordered two more SAINTS to go down the beach after them.

The attack was already beginning, the doors already breached and literally no way to call it off even if she wanted, no turning back... "Protocol 227! Move in! Go! Go!" she yelled, putting aside all thoughts of retreating now. She needed to focus on the fight, the only way they were getting out was to cut their way through the enemy.

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Without warning, all three fire escapes and both back doors exploded off their hinges, flying through the crowd inside and slicing people left and right, followed mere moments later by flash grenades blinding and disabling many of the occupants, especially those closest to the door

Heavily armed police and the SAINT burst in, blockading each door and firing at the guards, aiming at limbs to disable them, or using non lethal rubber bullets and Electric stun dust. At one door, a blonde girl heaved a massive sword and wires, chopping and binding anyone that got too close.

Pressured and panicked, many of the crowd began to try and make for the only escape, the main doors leading out of the auction house and to the rest of the facility, but this too was blocked off when the Inspector raised a long metal tube over his shoulder, firing off a stone Dust rocket across the room. It slammed into the door, sprouting a solid wall of stone spikes. The only way anyone was leaving now was unless they had explosives and a ton of time to use them.

Groaning softly, the old man put down the tube and rolled his shoulders, sore from the recoil. It used to be so much easier when he was a young man... Clearing his throat, he raised a megaphone and spoke loudly but calmly.

"Attention! This is the Mistral Police! You are all under arrest for suspicion of criminal activities. Surrender your weapons and lay down on the floor with your arms behind your heads. Failure to comply will be met with deadly force."