Piltover Mining South Facility 9:00am
Vi rushed in after the others, Pitch providing the brawn to tear off parts and knocking out guards. Zekan and Joey went after whatever Pitch tore off was well as stripping guards of their equipment and tools. Vi took whatever she could: wrenches, drills, guns, anything that was metal and shiny. They rushed deeper and deeper, until they were stopped by about 20 miners staring at them.
Vi froze.
She watched as the three men charged at the miners, attacking, throwing punches and kicks, and she couldn't move to help them. In the midst of the fight, Pitch pulled out one of the stolen guns and fired it at the ceiling.
The shot resounded with a deafening crack, then a deep rumble as the ceiling shook and cracked. Vi screamed at Pitch for doing such a thing, "You'll get us all killed!" But he backed up as the ceiling fell on top of the miners, trapping them.
Her gut clenched at the screams, and then she heard Pitch screaming at her, "Run!" as the three raced by. She turned to follow him but she stopped. She felt sick as she looked back at the fallen rocks, the cries of the miners adding to her nausea. Her brain screamed to run, but her gut told her that this wasn't right.
Vi turned towards the miners, determined to set them free.
She herself couldn't lift those rocks, even with her unusual strength for a woman. She looked around for anything, and down a tunnel she saw a claw, dormant.
"Are you going to leave us for dead?!" She heard a shout, filled with venom. She turned to a blackened face, seething with rage surrounded by other equally hurt and pissed miners. These people are probably ready to kill her.
"I'm coming back!" She dashed down the tunnel towards the claw to find another identical one on the other side of a track. She took one and pulled hard, tearing it off, leaving a big set of broken wires in its place. It was heavy, but manageable. She tore the other one off, and dragged both back to the trapped miners. She could hear some of them actually crying, and that hardened her resolve. Vi inspected the inside of each claw; it was just a jumble of wires and bars. She placed one hand inside, past the mess of wires, scraping her hand on the broken cords and fastened her grip on a bar. From there, she was able to pick up the claw. She repeated the process with the other claw, she was able to lift both but not without some stress against her back. She clenched her teeth, and walked over the smallest rock she could find, which was about half her size.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" The miner spat at her. "I swear to the gods if you leave us here…" Vi tuned him out as she threatened her with a limitless number of ways to kill a man.
"Shut up! I'm getting you out of here!" She spat back, making the miner fall silent, staring at her with mild anger and curiosity. "You're fucking getting out. Just promise you won't kill me." She stared him back, hoping that the terror and guilt and fear in her eyes was seen.
The miner grimaced, then huffed, "Fine. I won't kill you. But I will leave the sheriff to." He smirked, "Nobody gets past miss Caitlyn."
Vi's stomach dropped, but she held her ground, "Fine. Give me a minute." She placed one claw around the rock, and then she felt around for any sort of mechanism to pick it up. She dug deeper inside the claw, and felt a sort of switch on the side. She managed to flip it, and she felt the claws instantly grip the rock.
"At least it's got a failsafe without power." She muttered to herself, and then picked up the rock. It was difficult, straining against her shoulders and arms, but she didn't stop. Once it was high enough, she hurled it away and towards the tunnel, and it rolled with a big thud, shaking the ground beneath them.
She did the same thing with the other claw on one of the rock piled in the tunnel, and soon she got a routine down, throwing boulders and rocks behind her. As she freed one more rock to make a hole big enough for the miners to escape, they poured through and shot straight past her, their eyes affixed to something behind her. She was shoved and pushed aside, and when the last of them had made it through, she turned around to see a woman surrounded by the miners.
She couldn't help but stare. It had to be the miss Caitlyn the miner talked about. She was a diamond of pristine beauty next to the roughness of the miners. She was blackened in various places, probably from the dirt and what looks like a struggle between her and the crew. But even then, she radiated with authority.
Vi hated her.
She could barely see the raging blue of the woman's eyes in the sea of workers as she dropped the claw and running with them dragging behind her. But she didn't stop. She burst out into the sunlight, blinding her temporarily, and she could see a fire truck and ambulance making their way to the facilty.
She ran harder.