As the Columbian resistance-- what was left of it, at least-- began to move, they scanned the surrounding area. The jungle they had resided in for the last few years had never really been their "home". It had always been hostile, never truly theirs. It belonged to the ones that made those monstrous factories pumping smog into the atmosphere. They were just glorified, noble squatters. They always knew the potential of being found out. That was why they were not surprised when they heard a sound, no more than a hundred feet away.
To be precise, three sounds fused together. The first was a scream; a genuine, human scream of an agony they couldn't comprehend. The second was a roar, a bestial noise projected as if delivered through a tube straight out the diaphragm. The third, and the one that they feared the most, was a chipping noise. Trilling, clicking sounds at speeds faster than their ears could keep up with. They knew the sound all to well; it belonged to a Thrall, the human slaves of the aliens. And they were closing in on the camp.
The Commander broke out into a cold sweat, and he dashed to the weapons lockers, grabbing himself a rifle and ordering the others to get their weapons immediately. "Hurry and load up! We've got to get them NOW, before they find the camp!"
Michael grabs the last two bags and tosses them in the car. He hops in the back and takes the rear gunner's spot.
London City - Upper District - Subway Station
Four men dressed in black is gathered around a small fire.
BNP Officer: "So. . . " The man takes out a cigarette, his hands shaking.
Across from him sits another man who is visibly angered, in his hands is a small bottle of whiskey, and a rather irritated one fooling around with a cellphone.
SNP Officer: "This is all your fault, if they go around looting your stashes they will find proof of the link to us, the whole operation will be ruined"
IRA Officer: "Bah. This aint what I signed up for, we cant have the whole mission compromised because of a single slip-up. Isnt there anything we can do?"
The fourth man had remained silent till now.
BNP Commander: "It aint over yet. We still have the element of suprise"
SNP Officer: "Yea, but for how long? It will only take them a day to find the location of all the stashes, what can we possibly do?"
BNP Commander: "Simple. We attack before they do"
IRA Officer: "You must be mad"
BNP Commander: "Am I really? If we attack before they know the location of the stashes they will not know where to send their troops. The explosives are already planted, we can go a day earlier"
SNP Officer: "But the arms shipment from Canada. . "
BNP Commander: "We will have to make do without it"
BNP Officer: "I will go contact the other groups"
BNP Commander: "Do that... Inform -everyone- we dont have time to worry about snitches. Its a race against time, by tomorrow night every single policeman, and soldier in this city will have ceased breathing. Dismissed"
The other men salute him before going about their business.
London City - Police Headquarters
Police Chief: "So. . . They are finally standing up to the oppression eh? We all knew this day was comming"
Police Officer: "We stand by your decision chief whatever it may be sir. What would you have us do?"
Police Chief: "Call in all the men, everyone. Draft your friends if you have to. And equip everyone with a shield and armor, and tell them not to shoot first"
Police Officer 2: "With all due respect, I think waiting for them to shoot is a little much. I know how impor--"
Police Chief: "We are the police. Not some mercenary protection firm. We 'have' to follow our own laws"
Police Officer 2: "Yessir"
Police Chief: "Now... How does the ammosupply look?"
Police Officer: "We are poorly equipped as the shipment promised by the military two months ago have yet to arrive. But we did capture a rebel arms-stash"
Police Chief: "Anything of use?"
Police Officer: "A large ammount of it cannot be used anymore, most weapons were renderred useless in the fire. However we do have plenty of ammunition"
Police Chief: "Good. . . Dont stop the search for new stashes, if we are lucky we might be able to stop theese madmen before they even started. . Although two days is not a lot to move on"
London City - The Ghetto
The sun rises as a new day is upon the people in the city down on their luck. Police begins to clear from the streets, even the now half-ruined officebuilding. And the homeless are slowly creeping out into the streets again.
Sean was drinking from his canteen. Trying to stay hydrated. The heat this close to the equator really dried him up. When he heard the scream he scrambled to put up his canteen and grabbed his gear. He ran to the jeep and took up a supporting position covering Michael's back. He knocked his fist on the jeep to let Michael know he was there. "Look man i got your back! Just keep the commander covered!"
Hank was doing a bit of.... exploring outside the camp when he heard the Thralls coming. They were near him, but it was a good thing that they weren't able to see him. He sneaked out of where he was hiding and headed straight for HQ.
"Sir! Enemies coming from the east! A small group of Thralls-about 6 of them- are scouting the area and are headed this way!"
As the meeting finished up, Miguel, headed over to the weapons lockers to get geared up. He loaded a mag into the well of his AR-10, but didn't chamber a round yet. They hadn't even set out yet, and it would take no time at all to operate the charging handle.
As he began heading toward the Jeep, he heard the scream of the Thralls, as well as the cries of the Commander to load up and remove the threats. Miguel rushed to one of positions that he had scouted around the camp, closest to the direction that the contacts were coming from. Bound to happen eventually, he thought. I'm surprised it took them this long to find us.
Once in position, he chambered a round and got ready for the party to get started.
The sun was slowly rising over the Ghetto of London city,Marcus unable to sleep any longing decided to take a walk through the streets. He hadn't been giving any new orders by his superior officers so he was left with little to do over the past few days, except clean his guns and study the maps of the local area. After walking down a few blocks of poorly constructed buildings Marcus stopped and looked up at the sky.
Theo awoke as the light of the sun streamed through his room's window. Rolling to the side, he groaned and covered his head in the sheets of his bed. Last night was only a fuzzy memory. He remembered the bomb, the man shooting the police officer and then getting gunned down, and he and Isaac's trip to the bar. That was where he lost track of things. He remembered promising himself that he would only have a shot or two, just enough to calm his nerves, and then get home and try to sleep. Judging from the hangover he felt, he must have broken that promise. He rolled to the other side to look at his clock. It was still early, but Theo still doubted he would get to work in time. "Fuck it." he said into the pillow. "I'm calling in sick."
After a call to the company's secretary and a quick breakfast, Theo sat down on his couch. It wasn't very big, none of his furniture was. He lived in a very modest apartment. His father had always said that he should buy a house, that it was a good investment. But the small apartment suited Theo just fine, and the equally small rent left him with plenty of extra cash. Speaking of spending money, Theo thought I haven't seen a movie in ages. Such an activity would take his mind off the head ache, and it would be nice to treat himself on his day off. A few minutes later, Theo was dressed and driving towards the movie theater.
Michael scans the treeline, waiting for Thralls to pick off. A man stumbles out of the woods.
"Sir!", the soldier shouts, running towards the Commander. Michael jams down on the trigger, but stops himself before the pull breaks.
"Jesus Hank! You scared the shit outta me!"
Hikohad walked back to his rented house with his children. There wasn't alot of room, but it was his, and he didn't have many neighbors except for a few elderly that slept through most of the day. He unlocked the door as quietly as he could, but knew he bumped a few things over in the dark. He tended to the gash on his arm, wrapped it in gauze, and made sure it had stopped bleeding. He did away with his clothes regretfully, the cost on those went up daily. Luckily he still had a few outfits to wear for work. He finished undressing and simply fell asleep on his bed, Shizzy and Kuno would be up in a few hours, he still wanted to see them before they left for school. He slipped in and out of sleep for a few hours before simply getting up as he heard them stirring and took a shower to wash off the grime and sweat of the night's actions.
"Heya dad,"Kuno said when he came out of the bathroom, clean and dressed for the day.
"Kuno, you know the rules of the house, no English in the mornings, I won't have you forgetting your roots simply because we relocated." He replied in Japanese
"Yes, sir, what happened to your arm?"Kuno tried to get around rules most of the time, so long as he wasn't called out on it.
"Shizune, here, eat."Hiko had made breakfast, same as tried to do every other day,"And please stop looking at yourself in the mirror, you need your strength for today."
They ate together and discussed the little things. He tried to keep the family together as much as he could, but he knew that it was suffering without Misume here. He drove them to school, a dilapidated building if there ever was one. He worried for their safety in there, but what he was doing, he didn't want them knowing anything for certain. The less they knew, the safer they could be. Today was a delivery anyways, but he knew more today than he did last night. Ryan and Rick were both rebels, and they used his products.
He went to the basement, which he kept locked as much as possible. He had the only key. He picked up his latest bomb, a simple thing, but deadly. Ball bearings clustered around an explosive core, able to cut through steel just as easily as flesh, but only lethal up to around 400 yards, give or take. His signature, a Voltorb, was etched into the top of the sphere. He packed it into a cardboard box, filled it with packing peanuts this time, and wrapped it in birthday wrapping paper.
He took it to the normal drop-off, the rest of the Rebels didn't know much about him, and he tried not to let them know too much. His involvement was peripheral at the worst of times, his bombs were the only thing that linked his alias to them.
Gill wakes up dazed and his head pounding. He looks around and realizes he's on the street, never making it home before collapsing on the ground from exhaustion. He really doesn't feel like heading home at this point, so he starts walking back to the office to see if everything is okay, and looks for a place to eat breakfast along the way.
The Office Workers have gotten their salary for the month ahead of time due to the current stressful events. The boss wants you to enjoy yourself while the police investigation is going on.
London City - Inner City Cinema
The movies are mostly reruns of old stuff lying around, the market has not been too popular. However they 'have' managed to smuggle in a relatively new American Actionmovie.
London City - Old Harbor
A man drressed in a fine suit sits on a chair drinking a glass of coffee.
Troy Davidson: "So the everything is ready?" Troy was looking at the rising sun, he pulled out some sunglasses and tapped the glass for a bit, deeply lost in thought despite leading a conversation. Besides him was a man who clad in a black leather suit with a small blue sigil on his shoulder.
BNP Commander: "Yes. And the message is out, someone will surely inform the police though."
Troy: "Good. See to it that by the time their bodies are found, they will have pisssed themselves at least twice over" Troy smirks.
BNP Commander: "I will sir. And the transitionary goverment?"
Troy: "In place"
BNP Commander: "Good, as scheduled operation will start at 11:59 PM. . . I trust you will be safe in your bunker by then"
Two men comes walking down the corridor.
BNP Commander: "Forgive me Sir, I will have to leave you now"
Troy: "Its no trouble, I will find my own way back, actually. One question. How will you make a million people not trained in using firearms, hurt the right targets?"
BNP Commander: "You will find out soon enough"
Gill stares at the destroyed office building. "Why did I come back here again? I knew it was destroyed." He talks to himself to keep himself company. He tilts his head downward and sees part of the gun hanging out of his pocket. "What the hell man? Why do I still have this thing? Maybe I should start practicing with it, get some sort of experience. Actually I should probably take it apart first, see if I can put it back together and make sure I know exactly how it works." He starts walking back towards his house feeling a bit more excited from his new plans.
As the soldiers gathered up and loaded their weapons, Commander Guerra rallied them around him. The camp only had one entrance, a little clearing from all the trees surrounding them that went out for several miles in odd patches and twisting directions to disguise its purpose as a trail.
Right up at the camp, a few sandbags were piled up and covered in dirt to resemble natural, if oddly small hills. He ordered the troops behind there, save the ones firing from the cover of the jeep. From there they hunkered down and waited for the unearthly noises to manifest into a shape.
Sure enough, the bushes began to rustle and shake from movement. A bare foot stepped through, pulsing with a dull orange light. Then the other foot came through, and the body of the Thrall stepped into view.
To call it monstrous was an understatement. It was clearly a human, once, stripped naked and stuffed with machinery. This one had an entire leg missing, replaced by crude iron prosthetics with its original foot skewered on the end. Orange tubes ran along its frame, replacing the blood-giving arteries of a natural human. Its ribcage was ripped wide open, and stuffed with a jumble of twisting gears and thrumming engines and gadgets; beneath it, a bit of orange light pulsed brighter than anywhere else: the poor person's heart had been ripped out and replaced by... something else.
The face was the worst. Its entire jaw was removed, replaced by a strange object running below the roof of its mouth, sort of like a gun barrel, with yet more tubes forced down its throat. Its eyes glowed like miniature suns, and of the same color. Little flecks of light were able to hint where, precisely, it was looking. The thing was staring dead-on at the camp, and with a terrible trio of moaning voices, it began to shamble forward.
Commander Guerra forced the others down and in a harsh whisper, ordered "Stay down until it gets close. There might be more, and we can't risk them escaping. Once it gets within ten feet, shoot for the heart; that's its only weak point."
London City - The Ghetto's
Ryan stands around outside Gill's house. He looks to Gill as he approaches. "Ah, so thats where you were, I was wondering why the knocking was not answered. Nice place you have, few people can afford house's theese days. But I guess 'someone' has to live in them"
Edit: Isaac might notice that there are some people in the alleys dealing out packages, they are clad in black armor.
London City - Inner City
Hiko looked outside his window, half a dozen policemen were running down the street equipped with riotshields. They were making a barricade between the inner city and the Ghetto's. Something was brewing. . . Just outside his home. The apartments in the inner city was cheapest the closer they got to the Ghetto, but still of higher quality than living in buildings which are closer to deathtraps than living spaces.
London City - Cinema
The Movie is Entertaining, even if a little old.
Isaac awoke in the alleys where most of the other homeless resided, he had a slight hangover though it began to go away quickly. "Ugh, for someone who didn't want to drink that much, he sure drank a lot." Taking off the cardboard blanket; he'd thought to himself recounting the events of last night. The slightly hungover Isaac picked himself up and fished around in his pockets for some change; he began to count it. Three pounds, seventy five pence, and a five pound bill, "Well at least I can afford some lunch now." He thought somewhat happily, "Today's going to be a good day." As he began to walk down the street.
Gill looked at Ryan with surprise. "Oh hey Ryan, surprising seeing you here, well not that surprising considering yesterday. Uh thanks, I like the house, it's.....home. I still have your friend's gun by the way, I was planning on taking it apart, but you can have it if he wants it back. Wanna come inside have coffee?"
Sunwood finishes his surgery this morning.
The night began with a dash to the ER theatre to remove errant chunks of bone, bullet and clothing from Sinclairs wounds. After splinting the ribs, Stitching or cauterising whatever organs got nicked by the bullets, Gluing the left shoulder blade back together and draining off loose blood the patient was expected to make a full recovery in time to have his sentence passed. The chief was insistent that he be brought back to health for questioning although many of the police officers assigned to guard the ward he was held in openly condemned him, worse, even the hospital staff complained bitterly of the waste of medicine. Sunwood had barely a minute to scold them for forgetting their duty before the next victims were brought in...
Two stabbings, eleven glass cuts, three blunt traumas, a formal report, a endless series of questionings and nine hours later Sunwood had finally been rotated off duty, Too tired to drive or to understand the words from his police communicator he returned to his office to seize the chance for sleep. From what he gathered he would need it, He was to attend the questioning personally once Sinclair was concious, As well as to head back and find the engineers that he let go for interrogation.
An order came in through the phone, Sunwood was to rest till nightfall and then come to the hospital for guard-duty. Something quite different than what he had been doing here through the night.
London Ghetto's Housing
Ryan: May I come inside? I have much to tell you, although little time sadly. also, you may keep the gun. Although you must know that it is infact mine. Ryan smirks.
Gill tried to fake a small but it just looked creepy and forced.
"Sure come in, work is off so nothing else going on for me."
Sinclair is dreaming in his hospital bed. The leader of his anarchist group, an aged man, long dead by now, is sat in a chair in an eternal void. Sinclair is stood in front of him, bleeding from his wounds.
Sinclair opens his eyes by millimetres. The hospital room is exactly as it was in the dream. He moves his eyes slowly around the room and smirks, mumbling the words
"Time to save the world."
Isaac's stomach began to grumble, "I gotta eat something quick." "Maybe there's a hot dog stand around." The idea of food put a smile on his face though realizing he's still in the ghetto it would be along ways away before somewhere decent comes up. Eventually he came across a sandwich cart, the elderly man that was selling them seemed to look a little too old to do something like that everyday he'd probably be able to retire now if it wasn't for London's occupation. He sighed then bought a sandwich, it was actually pretty good coming from the ghetto, ham and cheese maybe; one has to wonder where someone would get such things around here. Never-the-less happily content eating the other half of his sandwich he continued down the street until passing by a back alley to which a few people wearing black armor seemed to be negotiating on something. Isaac hid around the corner peeking ever so carefully, squinting to get a better look.
You look around the corner and spot your fellow alleymates examining a couple of 'automatic rifles' and bulletproof vests. The men in black disappear into the sewer system with them after a short while.
You are tied to the hospital bed, you doubt that the police trusts you enough to go around freely. The place is swarming, you dont remember much of when they brought you in but you believe that there are more people around. The place is much more crowded than yesterday.
Ryan walks inside, he sits himself at the dinnertable and looks sternly at Gill whom had sat himself on the opposite side.
"Gill, I doubt you have time to train your proffesions with handguns, the rebellion starts tonight, it was moved after the police found the weaponstash to keep the element of suprise. I suggest you follow my advice and keep your head low, maybe leave the country. I have a train headed for Scotland in the afternoon carrying women and children and the elderly. I can arrange for you to get your own ticket, Scotland is even worse off than us in terms of food but I've heard their resistance has a better chance at seizing it than us. Not that rebels holding it would increase the supply of food, but it might decrease the taxes"
He sighs. Waiting for a response.
Gill sits perfectly still with his jaw open.
"Just like that hu? Not eve a how you doing, how goes work?"
Gill continues to sit staring at the ceiling.
"That is a lot to take in man. Just drop everything? That's it, leave, try to make a new life in Scotland, good luck. Would I really be more safe there? Sounds like they are about to have their own rebellion. Do I have any other options, or is this just, leave now or your fucked sort of thing?"
"Something like that. I mean, even a guy like you should be able to hit a target point-blank. So I guess your chances are pretty good if you just stay indoors, thats if they dont start carpetbombing the area. . But thats worst-case scenario. They would only do that if enough people rebelled. This rebellion is funny like that, too few and we cant fight, too many and we cant fight either. Not that they would hit the underground cities"
Rick takes up a cigarrete "You mind?"
Gill sits there dumbfounded for a while.
"I take that as a no."
He lights it and a small light appears at the front, followed by a little trail of smoke.
"I guess you could flee underground,but in the case that we loose, Scotland would be far better. Theres a reason we are not moving the sick and young down there. The place is crawling with those who have escaped the law, everything from thieves to murderers. Not a place you want your kid to go lollygaging around in."
Rick gets a distant look.
"Talking about kids, you should warn your colleagues if any of them have some. The local school is gonna be turned into a frontlines headquarters of sorts, the top nuts figure that the goverment wont attack the building. Like youknow, how churches used to be in the past. Apparently it takes too much to build new ones, and before you complain. The original plan was holding hostages. Although our local CO convinced them not to, with the arguement that it would lower our number of potential recruits for purpose of meatshielding."
Theo exits the cinema. The movie had been good; an old super hero flick. It had also been an excellent way to kill time; the sun was now much higher in the sky and Theo could feel his head ache receding. He was thinking of getting some much needed shopping out of the way when he heard the police cars. A moment later, several cars and armored trucks came barreling down the street. The convoy turned a corner and disappeared. Clearly something important was about to go down; those trucks meant armored soldiers, and they had only brought the armor out once before. Deciding that his shopping could wait, Theo hopped in his car and began to follow the police.
Isaac began to look pale, guns scared him, ever since he picked one up for the first time four years ago he hadn't touched one since. He slowly made his way down the alley to get a better view. "Is that-!" Isaac's mind went blank for a second, one of the men was Hitchens. Sirens came blaring down the streets, armored trucks, police cars, he was surprised there wasn't a damn helicopter. Isaac turned around to see if any of the men noticed him but they were all gone, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was now more interested as to what all the excitement was, everyone gathered on the street to watch them go by; what caught his interest was that a civilian seemed to be tailing them for some unknown reason, it looked like Theo's car from the night before but it was too unclear to tell for sure.
Sinclair tests the restraints. Couldn't be tighter without drawing blood. Room's full of people. No idea when it is, or how long until the BNP begin. He mouths silently "Gotta move fast." and pulls his mind back to the texts he read. He smirks.
"OGTHROD AI'F GEB'L-EE'H YOG-SOTHOTH 'NGAH'NG AI'Y ZHRO" His voice is a hoarse whisper but he keeps it up, repeating it over and over. He begins to move in his restraints, tugging weakly, his free joints twirling. He rolls his eyes back into his head to complete the effect.
Marcus was making his way back home when suddenly an armoured police convoy, sped down the street and turned the corner. The armoured cars meant soldiers, and soldiers meant trouble. Marcus began to jog down the street after the convoy. As I soldier of the BNP he had to protect the people against alien oppression. He also hadn't killed any aliens sympathiser in a while, so he could use this as an excuse to avenge the deaths of his family.
As Theo rounded the corner he spotted another man jogging after the convoy. He's probably got the same idea as me. Theo thought. And it looks like he could use a lift. He pulled up next to the stranger and lowered his window. "Hey" he called. "Looks like we're going to the same place. You want a ride?"
"Stay down until it gets close. There might be more, and we can't risk them escaping. Once it gets within ten feet, shoot for the heart; that's its only weak point."
"You sure we should let it get that close, sir?" Miguel asked. "It might be able to transmit our location in the moments before it dies."
He centered his crosshairs right over where the heart should be and waited for the command to fire.
Gill sat their in shock. He couldn't believe what was being told to him. Just get up and leave. He wanted to stand up and walk out the door, and get some air. He was getting increasingly frustrated with the situation. Who is this guy telling him what he has to do and where he should go, he thinks to himself.
"What if I want to take my chances here, what then?"