Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-5999656-20190305045036

A resounding kaboom echoed throughout the entire facility, sending waves of dust rippling from the ceiling as Alyxia and Sorrel threaded their way through the crowd. A second later, the entire room was filled with shrieks as another score of explosions accompanied the first. Dozens of armored officers burst through the doors, sending the few posted guardsmen crumpling to the floor with a spray of blood. At the sight, both agents quickened their paces until they were tearing their way through the crowds.

The first attendees to surrender were the ones who couldn't fight. They fell to their knees in their ornately dressed glory with their arms raised to the glistening heavens as the soldiers rushed past them, voice alterers crackling out orders which they dumbly obeyed. These were the ones who would rather take their chances in the courts. No doubt their hefty personal wealth would come in far more handy then.

People were running every which way, buffeting each other in their blind need to escape, like a menagerie of trapped animals. In the chaos, Alyxia was finding it difficult to locate her target, even as her head whipped back and forth. Even now, she glimpsed small pockets of people gathered together at their shops, taking shelter behind their stands, no doubt preparing their armed insurrection against the rapidly approaching SAINTs. She cocked her gaze upwards, where the Black Swan stood in all her glory with a masked attendant behind her. Nested high above the disarray, it was a compelling image. It was like they were just onlookers, immune to the insignificant commotion beneath them. Classic rich people.

Except, of course, that they were just as much a target as everyone else in the room.

Alyxia changed directions, accelerating into a dead sprint. With a great push, she vaulted herself straight into the air with one arm outstretched. She seized the base of the balcony with one hand, and then with the other, and with a great heave, pulled herself up onto the opposite side of the railing just a few inches from Brunhilde's face.

"Hey. Things have gone south, Miss Swan. As a fellow member of the Dragons, I believe I'm compelled to work with you to escape the situation," Alyxia remarked dryly.

Another explosion sounded out behind her, and the shouting of the officers drew closer.

"Got any ideas?"

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Aster turned at the echoing sound of distant detonations. He frowned. What was going on? He was under the impression this entire thing was going to be an undercover sting, not a military raid.

"Ah, hell." He turned and jogged away from the main stage as confused murmuring broke out around him. He beelined for a single man standing behind a small set with numerous handguns displayed beneath the glass casing.

"Gates, what's going on?" Aster asked the other undercover officer. One look at the man confirmed his suspicions. Both of them were perplexed as to what had just occurred.

"Is this what the higher-ups were planning? The bust of the decade?"

"Must be," came the response, after a long, troubled pause.

Aster turned around, and gave a low whistle. He turned back to the other man.

"Back me up. Guess it's go time."

A good officer was versatile, adapting to any situation as it shifted. Aster tugged on the long chain dangling from his belt. The move sent two attached concealed pistols jerking into the air, and the young Huntsman caught them both deftly, flicking their safeties off in a single, coordinated move.

"Alright, everyone. Hands in the air!"

Hopefully, this would be the action needed to catalyze the rest of the undercover plants into attack and subdue mode. When Aster shouted his words, heads turned, those of allies and enemies both.

It was go time, indeed.