Chapter 11: The Squad and The Master Hits the Powder Room
Of all the things that Carlon had done, he never would have thought he would enjoy this sort of activity. However, pride dictates that he wouldn't openly proclaim that.
He was currently in his civvies, cleverly disguised and mingling in the establishment known as 'The Broken Shillelagh'. He found a quiet corner at a table, and settled in with a beer of his choice. Sadly, the establishment did not sell any of the minion brew alcohol, or any expensive vintage for that matter, but he would stay away from the minion brew that was meant for the masses. But even then, the incognito overlord came here for a different reason.
"This is the last place that still refuses to sell our merchandise. Identify the proprietor, sire, and 'convince' him that we would benefit from his compliance." Gnarl said from within Carlon's glasses.
"I don't want to be here any more than I need to. I'm getting funny looks every time I talk aloud." Carlon said. It was true. Every time he spoke, the customers would idly glance over to him. But they would return to their imbibing and drunken stupor, thinking that this seven foot tall man was drunk and mumbling to himself, or talking on a bluetooth device. They suggested the former since they didn't see a bluetooth on his ear. "... Wait. I thought I came here because you said there was someone that can help us?"
"I would not normally request you to use your mighty capabilities on some small operation such as this, but there are times where we must weigh our options and form bargains. The proprietor had resisted the elite minion squad's actions for quite some time, and now it seems he has decided to want to speak to us! They have sent us a letter that says that he wants to speak in hopes of prolonging the eventual destruction of this establishment."
Carlon quietly scoffed. "Really? I thought I was coming here to acquire information about The Syndicate or Loren."
"That's not what we are doing here, sire." Gnarl politely chided. "We-"
"No!" Carlon grunted, the small outburst catching the attention of nearly half of the customers within the bar. After a cough and a pause, everyone who looked his way shrugged their shoulders and continued on their business. Carlon spoke quietly again. "I want to take down Loren. With him slain, I can restore some semblance of honor. I want to strip him of his power and lay him dead and naked against the earth, warming and wetting it with his blood."
"Sigh... Well. I suppose taking The Broken Shillelagh will have to wait." Gnarl said, sounding sullen. But then his mood changed instantly. "In any case, we can always strike at The Syndicate Tower in the Downtown District! I believe that if we are to kill Loren, then that would be where he is located."
"No. I think they would be prepared for me there. Besides, I would rather hack away at the limbs than go straight for the heart. Loren had stripped me of my armor, weapon, and minions, so I will do the same to him. On a grander scale in fact. I think another siege to another of his buildings will be acceptable." Carlon growled lowly.
"Hmm... Well, since we have spent so much time getting acclimated to the city, I can tell you that there is a possible building we can target that houses custom weapons. A warehouse called Powder, which proclaims itself as a gun store, owned by Loren! It's in the neighborhood you're in currently, so taking a brisk walk will get you there quickly."
Carlon shook his head. "Actually, I'm going to put my gear back on for this. No sense in not being prepared for something that turns tits up. Will I be requiring a helicopter this time?"
"No, sire, not this time."
"Grand." Carlon got up and left the small bar, leaving his cheap beer behind.
A few hours later, nighttime had crawled its way back into the world. The pink and red lights on and in the warehouse/gun store called Powder was an ominous, yet ostentatious, beacon in the stark darkness after dusk. Officers from Morningstar milled about within the entrance of the store, inspecting the wares and protecting their merchandise, ignorant of the danger that will be coming tonight.
A smelly short man that seemed to be affected by dwarfism hurriedly went to the storefront and peered into the inside of the entrance. After a careful glance, the dwarf hurried back to an armored man with many creatures of similar height to the dwarf. It seemed to join with seven others that were distinct from the horde that was behind the armored man. The dwarf removed his disguise to reveal himself as a green minion, ditching the small sweater, winter jacket and beanie to reveal a black jacket and donning an eye patch. "Many gunmen inside."
"How many?" Carlon asked Snake.
"Er..." The green minion counted his fingers for several seconds before showing his palms and outstretched fingers to his master. "More than this many!"
Carlon sighed. As if he would expect an intelligent answer from a minion.
"Sire, perhaps going through the front entrance might invite more risks than rewards." Gnarl said.
"What makes you so sure?" Asked Carlon, brandishing two SMGs.
"I used the crystal heart's tower view function through Snake's perspective, sire. Judging from the many tens of Morningstar I saw in there, they are well fortified."
"How fortified?"
"Fortified enough that the minions would find trouble getting to the Morningstar. There is a catwalk above the floor entrance, and it's teeming with guards."
"... I guess infiltration through the backdoor is acceptable." Carlon said, turning around and heading to the rear entrance, pushing the minions behind him aside.
As he traversed the sidewalk, minions and elite minion squad following behind him, he found two guards stationed at a lone back entrance when he rounded the corner. Carlon sneered at them mutely, but refrained from shooting at them. He knew that raising a ruckus now would invite unwanted attention. They appeared to be in some sort of argument from this distance. "Two guardsmen? Despite how refined these Morningstar scum make themselves out to be, they are terribly prideful. Let's see if we can make that their downfall!"
Carlon silently nodded and motioned behind himself. "Six greens, step up. Go when I say so."
Six of the most strongest green minions in Carlon's horde slithered forward. In total, Carlon had brought with him fifteen greens, ten browns, fifteen reds, and ten blues. In truth, he wanted to exercise a more covert approach. He holstered his SMGs and unsheathed his Forest Bane axe. Carlon stretched out his left hand and paused. Patiently, he waited for a lull in their conversation.
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"Go."
The six green minions rushed out in a quickened frenzy. Before the two guards knew it, a vision of green filled their view, quickly followed by the red of their own blood. The green minions were quick and efficient, slicing at their throats and mouths first so that any attempt to cry for help was made hopeless. After that, the odorous assassins were pushing their wrist blades into soft, supple flesh with gleeful abandon.
"Nighty nighty. Let the coffin bugs bite." Said an unceremonious green minion, stabbing his wrist claws into a silenced guard's eyes.
When the guards had fallen, the overlord approached and went past the six greens, letting them enjoy the bloodshed before returning back to him.
Carlon carefully peered around another corner, near the end of the building to find a car lot with many giant wheeled platforms. Carlon guesses that truck drivers uses these things to transport goods. What were they called? Flat beds? Something like that.
But lo and behold, more guards. They were milling about, unaware that two guards were brutally murdered recently. The overlord bit his lip in contemplation, thinking of a tactic he could use. Looking at the terrain before him, he realized that attacking one group at a time would be too costly, and would have to continue without using stealth once he or his minions were caught. Upon counting how many Morningstar there was in the car lot, he sighed, then looked at the flat beds again. A plan formed.
He turned to his minions once more. "... Alright. I need three greens and two browns to attack that group when I say so." Carlon said, pointing to a collection of guards. "I want greens rushing them first, so hang behind them, browns. Stand right there and look straight at them. Don't attack unless I say so." Carlon also said, pointing to a spot and then pointing at a patrol.
The minions growled in excitement as they did so, but kept silent during their instruction. Carlon did this five more times, though he divided his attack teams slightly differently when they would rush at a slightly higher number of guards than normal. Carlon tried to order his commands quickly and clearly to his minions, knowing that every second being distracted is a risk of being caught in the open. However, he was now ready, and was not willing to give his enemies a chance to raise the alarm.
"Go."
And by that command, his minions rushed to their targets in a hurried, but silent bloodlust. There was a few muffled screams and muted shouts of expletives among the ranks of Carlon's foes, but no gunshot broke the silence of the night. The only sounds of battle that was heard within the car lot was flesh being bludgeoned and stabbed. Carlon stepped over a bloodied body, turning once again to find, and entered, the back entrance of the warehouse.
The innards of the warehouse called Powder was slightly dim and worn, containing many crated goods that was no doubt filled with various weapons of differing caliber and destructive power. However, a bigger problem was discovered teeming inside of the warehouse. Morningstar were milling within the warehouse too, walking their patrols and occasionally inspecting a crate, box, or cargo container. What was worse was that there were people on catwalks above the floor and shelves.
"Don't go in there alone, master! You'll need your minions!" Gnarl said, sounding worried.
Carlon sighed. "It's not like I'm going to leave them behind."
"Look above and see what lurks on the catwalk. I remember the look of those men, clad in those gaudy uniforms, and waving around those awful weapons! Sire, they seem to be the same specialists that had taken you down during the heist of the Stilwater National Bank!"
Looking up and finding the persons Gnarl was talking about, his eyes glowered bright before changing to a murderous red. He recognized the looks of the two men he had encountered before. Though the confrontation was brief, their red trench coats and shaven heads have awoken a deeper anger that turned into nearly contained hatred. He wasn't sure if it was specifically THESE TWO Morningstar specialists that had ruined the day of his heist on the national bank, but he was quickly warming up to the idea of some revenge. Sweet and salty revenge.
"... I need a distraction." Carlon said, turning away finally and placing his left gauntlet to his chin in thought.
"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh~!" Mud was waving his hands up high. Apparently, he was excited about something.
Carlon sighed again. "You got something you want to say?"
"Mud and squad can make disk-rack-chuns!" Mud had said, pointing to himself and his seven other squad members.
Carlon stared at Mud and his squad for a long moment before huffing and making a lazy gesture with his left hand. "You have my permission to try and impress me." This aught to be good, though Carlon would refrain from voicing such an opinion aloud.
Mud nodded ecstatically and turned to his elite minion squad. "We has okay from mastah himself! Mud will have Bill, Blaze, Bake, Snake, Rake, Coot and Heals come with. We walk like sneaky greens, and make them think mastah not here when 'accidents' happen!"
Snake strode forward, but cocked his head and scratched at his eye patch. "You wants to sneaksy walk like us greens?"
"Yeh!" Mud replied. "That mean Snake and Rake in front of squad. We copy Snake and Rake's sneaksy walk to far side of warehouse. When there, we make 'accidents' happen. That cue for mastah to sneaks in and start bashing! Go in front, Snake. Snake and Rake help us sneak!"
With a nod, Snake pulled Rake behind himself and lead the elite minion squad on. The other minions in the squad copied the green minions mannerisms, matching their fox walk and running between the blind spots of the warehouse guards.
Carlon felt time slip by, noting that it had been only a minute and forty seven seconds before a loud crash echoed in the warehouse. The crash was cacophonous, attracting the attention of every Morningstar guard, much to Carlon's delight.
"What the hell?" A guard in the warehouse said aloud, turning to the cause of the noise. When she ran and rounded the corner, her stomach lurched as she saw a heavy crate was opened forcefully from its collision to the ground and two unfortunate people that were passing by at the time.
"Something wrong?" A Morningstar specialist that was closest to her shouted. He rushed over and peered down at her from the catwalks, adjusting his red tinted spectacles and taking in the destruction and chaos.
The female guard knelt down at the corpses and inspected them, steeling her nerves. Both of their heads were smashed open, their brainy contents spilling onto the disheveled ground, mixing with bullet magazines that was then later dampened by their blood. "Yeah. Two of our own won't be working with us any more."
"... Hmm. Antoine and Bram will be missed." The specialist said, leaning over the rail and looking down at the dead guards at the grizzly scene.
The female guard was joined with three other guards now, with their own weapons unholstered and curiously inspecting the damage from a distance. The female guard looked up to inspect where the crate once laid. It was empty, devoid of any sort of restraint that could have prevented the accident. If the heavy crate filled with ammo slid off due to the shelve being bumped into constantly, then it would be very possible that only one head would be smashed instead of two.
But even then, the warehouse would have been inspected daily, and that any shelving that has been moved out of place in the slightest would be corrected. A single death would be nothing to panic over. In fact, any accidents that happen in the warehouse were usually non-fatal, and that each accident often happens once every one or two months. But two deaths at the same time? And with the tension mounting with the appearance of the overlord? "Could someone signal the patrols on the outside of the warehouse? I need to know something." The female Morningstar guard asked.
"Why?" The specialist asked, cocking his head and eyebrow at the female guard.
"Just get a confirmation from them on their end. Request a roll call or something." The guard said, sneering.
The specialist sneered back, reaching for his radio to contact the guards outside the warehouse. "This is one of the warehouse patrols, contacting one of the outdoor patrols. Respond." After a few seconds has gone by, the Morningstar specialist's face contorted into confusion. "Uh... Outdoor patrols, please respond?" After an incredibly pregnant pause, the Morningstar specialist dropped his radio and quickly unholstered his McManus 2015 sniper rifle. "Something is amiss."
Another crash, so close to the female guard that she jumped into the air. She turned to see that the three guards that accompanied her was no longer alive, another heavy ammunition crate had been dropped onto them. She immediately looked up to find nothing on the shelve that the second dropped crate was once on. A terrible thought went through the female guard. A thought that the warehouse might be haunted. An uneasy chill went through her mind at the thought of invisible eyes looking at her with murderous intent.
"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA~!" Cackling laughter and continuous 'shunking' sounds broke the silence. The female guard looked up in the direction of the sounds to find one small figure on top of another, even though her view was obstructed by the catwalk. But when the small figure emerged, the female guard stopped breathing as she saw a minion with fresh blood staining its crowbar and trucker's cap and wife beater T-shirt, a savage grin that stretched across its scabbed face. And when she saw its face, it looked right back at her. After three seconds, feeling like an eternity to the female guard, the minion pointed at her. "Get her!"
She immediately turned and started running as fast as she could. Despite the rushing of the wind and the beating of her heart, she could hear the patter of goblin-sized monsters running after her. After bursting through heavy doors and barricading herself from the demons that was after her using a water cooler, she held the door down using her own weight. The frantic clawing was heard on the other side of the metal door, which was slowly wearing down despite her efforts to prevent their intrusion.
She reached into her business suit to get out her short-range transceiver. But before she could sound the alarm, a heavy hand clasped onto her device. It was an armored hand, powerful and firm, which wrested her communication device out of her hands. The owner of the hand belonged to none other than the overlord. Her eyes met his, and she could see an orange glow emanating from the darkness of the shining helmet, glowing in fiery and arcane energy, yet hiding the unknown and mysterious nature of the man that commands a hellish army with the power to raze entire cities. She forgot to breathe.
A Morningstar guard lay fallen on the cold ground when Carlon had stared at her for ten seconds, after wresting the radio from her clutches. His expression was deadpan, despite his face being hidden by his helm. Gnarl decided to share his input. "Hahahaha~! It's been a while since I saw someone pass out at the site of an overlord!"
Carlon huffed, stepping over the bodyguard and removing the water cooler in his path.
"Oh? So we are not euthanizing this one in a bloody way?" Gnarl asked.
"She's not an obstacle anymore."
"And you're just going to leave her here? She might tattle on us!"
"... Fine. I'll leave four or so greens to guard this area. If she attacks, makes a break for it, or calls for help, the green minions will deal with her." Carlon said, snapping his fingers. That had given four of the best green minions in his horde the indirect order to stay with the passed out guard. Carlon didn't have time to babysit someone who was his enemy. Besides, it's not as fun killing someone who is asleep compared to killing someone who is awake. Not only that, Carlon didn't want to waste too much time. He crushed the Morningstar goon's radio and kept going.
Thanks to the elite minion squad's efforts, they were able to create multiple distractions that divided the Morningstar guard's attention. Not only heavy objects being pushed from the shelves to drop on heads was effective, but the squad also used every diversion and misdirection possible. Using bullets as breadcrumbs to lure someone into the shadows to take them out, pouncing someone when they were alone during their patrol, expertly pick pocketing pockets and guns for their bullets and radio transceivers to prevent them from alarming the whole warehouse, and using the natural moistness of the amphibious blue minions to make the guards slip and fall on slick floors. The squad also did their best to make noise in certain areas where the Morningstar's presence was strongest. The tactic couldn't be any simpler: Turn their enemy's heads away from the assassins coming behind them.
After fighting all of the Morningstar on the ground floor, Carlon finally caught sight of a set of stairs that lead up, which could mean that it lead to the catwalks above. Carlon sighed as he gazed upwards. "So far so good." He knew that there was an office somewhere within this warehouse. Might as well be somewhere safe, being up above the ground and hard to get to.
"METAL MAN!"
Carlon immediately turned to see a hulking mass of muscle and sheer hatred heading toward him. This monster of a man carried modified armor that fitted his build, and he carried a curiously large weapon. Despite his mixed confusion, Carlon told his minions to attack the brutish thug by gesturing with his left hand, sending browns to beat down the big enemy. They rushed forward as they were sent to their target. However, a line of minions were immediately mowed down by a burst of his massive weapon. This gave Carlon pause as he saw the devastation slay part of his horde. "... SHIT!" Carlon immediately took cover as his brown minions were mowed down. There were many more brown minions that had survived the stream of bullets and attacked the minigun wielding brute, but they were knocked around by the barrel of the Brute's weapon. At least it had given Carlon enough time to redouble his efforts. Carlon remembered hearing that his minion squad had fought a brute by their own talents. Was this the same one that they mentioned?
"Well. so much for the stealthy and lethal approach. Do you think we should switch to the loud and violent approach?" Gnarl asked.
"Might as well. Blues! Defend here! Greens! Aggress!" The overlord ran from the cover he took and approached the brute that was fending off the first wave of minions. Despite the brute's best attempts of fighting off the brown minions that was surrounding him, he was too distracted to see the incoming attack that would assail him.
Carlon sent forth his green minions toward the brute's back, and they instantly latched onto him, making the brute spin around wildly and trying to grab and throw off his foes. However, the brute was too overwhelmed, the brown minions concentrated effort to distract him with pain gave the green minions the advantage to use their wrist blades to assassinate the huge bastard. The brute went down on one knee, then fell over once enough of his blood had left his body. "Hmm... That giant of a man reminds me of the time when one of your predecessors fought a troll. Somewhat equal in strength, but being able to wield such a deadly weapon puts us at a disadvantage! How irksome."
After waiting for a few seconds for the minions to come back from their kill, and letting his blues revive any minion that was unfortunate enough to bite the bullet, the overlord approached the huge corpse they created. "Gnarl, the minion squad battled one of these guys before, right? Did they happen to kill him?"
"They did, sire. I believe they used a sex doll and a parking meter to vanquish him."
"Vanquish him dead?"
"Yes. VERY dead."
Carlon paused for the minion master to catch up to Carlon's discovery.
"... Uh? Wait a minute. But... How?"
Carlon kicked the body, making the brute's head face the other way. "Could be family inbreeding, but I doubt that. The likeness is very similar to the first brute I saw. Perhaps a twin brother? Or maybe the 'elite' minion squad wasn't as successful in their vanquishing of this foe?"
"Hmm... In any case, the best way to get rid of a troublesome enemy is to make sure that they are sufficiently a cadaver."
"Noted." Carlon raised his axe high, then brought it down with devastating force. After the first strike to the dead body, five more followed in succession that resulted in decapitating the head and halving the skull. After that, Carlon then made a hasty approach to the stairs and went onto the catwalks. Since the brute's minigun proved to be too dangerous to be in anyone's hands, especially in the brute's own, he might as well bank on the assumption that that brute was the only one capable of wielding it. However, Carlon had to act quick. The minigun that fired earlier would certainly draw attention.
The catwalks was mostly abandoned, thanks to the effective teamwork of the elite minion squad. However, as Carlon came upon one of the corpses that belonged to the Morningstar, he noticed that it was one of the specialists. After taking the sniper rifle the dead specialist once wielded, Carlon continued on his mission.
Gnarl grumbled immediately after his master pilfered a weapon from the Morningstar guard. "Sire, must you really equip arms that was previously owned? We have a perfectly functional forge down here!"
"True, but I need to extend my fighting ability. Once I visit a gun shop, I can upgrade it to make it my own. And uh... Gnarl? Giblet is not a gunsmith." Carlon said, holstering the weapon and proceeding.
"... Fair enough." Gnarl grumbled again. "It just doesn't seem like an overlordly thing to do. Hand-me-down weapons should only be obtained and used by the minions, after all!"
Carlon would, again, agree with Gnarl. As he trudged through the bodies, his minions idly picking up any lifeforce, cash, and ammo for their master, or gear for themselves, Carlon found a cubic room that was connected to the roof, accessible via the catwalks.
The room inside, from the view of the only window into the room, looked to be in the shape of an office. The elite minion squad seemed to have beaten Carlon to the room first, as they perused into its contents to find valuables, which could only mean that they have done their job in ridding all of the Morningstar guards in the warehouse. After slowly sweeping his minions inside the managers office, Carlon himself stepped in. "Hmm... Phil isn't here."
"Oh hey, a computer. Maybe there is some files on it we can use?" A blue within the minion squad said. He was immediately struck in the cranium by his leader.
"No stupid smart talkings, Coot!" Mud warned.
Carlon looked at the two and their exchange, pausing. It was nothing more but inane chatter anyway. That is until Gnarl took his turn to talk. "Actually, this might give us an insight on the inner workings of The Syndicate groups and Morningstar! Sire! Do you think you can peruse into their computerizing machine and get whatever wealth of information we can use?"
"I don't see why not. ... But uh... I don't know how to hack a computer." Carlon said, going to the machine and turning it on. A password prompt came up. Carlon knew that he was at a disadvantage when it comes to technologically invading someone's hard drive. Carlon never really watched any tech-savvy movies during his stay in this dimension. Well... Apart from that Matrix one, but he stopped watching when that Mr. Anderson character turned out to be some type of virtual reality altering 'chosen one', and displayed his power by making Mr. Smith explode into green digitized chunks.
"Uh... Maybe I can take a crack at it?" A blue minion by the name of Coot said. Mud looked at Coot in a menacing manner.
Mud was about to bonk Coot again when Carlon got up and approached the both of them. Mud was then pushed away by Carlon, who was now looking down on Coot. "You think you can gain access into that computer?"
Coot shrugged his shoulders. "I could try. It doesn't exactly seem like the hardest thing to do."
Carlon groaned. Distant voices was heard from within the warehouse however, signalling the Morningstar that was coming inside to investigate the recent cacophonous racket Carlon caused with the brute earlier. It was then that the overlord decided that the situation couldn't get any worse. They could either torch the warehouse if Coot is not successful in hacking the computer, or gain a new business if Coot manages to pull through. Carlon finally made up his mind and growled his response. "Do it. But if there's a chance you can't hack that computer, I'm going to find someone that can. Elite minion squad! Stay with Coot!" Carlon then stomped his way to the catwalks, where he was beset by gunfire the moment he stepped out the door, his horde following after him.
Coot stared in awe as his master gave him permission to hack into the computer. Mud, on the other hand, struck the blunt side of his baton on Coot's head. "WHAT COOT DOING? Coot should not gawk. Coot go and do hack stuff on com-poot-er!"
Rake scratched his head as a thought went into it. "Should Coot get choppy axe for hackings? Axes can hack stuff very good."
Mud drubbed Rake for his outburst. "No, Rake. Different kind of hacking. It more like going into com-poot-er brains."
"Com-poot-er has brains?" Heals shouted, coming up to the machine and poking at the screen.
"Can someone get Heals away from the computer? I need space to figure this out." Coot complained, clacking his nails onto the keyboard and moving the mouse around.
Heals was drubbed and chased away by Mud. Heals grunted and squealed from each blow. Mud turned to Coot and growled. "Mud is goings to talk to Coot after mission. Coot knows Coot never speaks unless Mud allows."
Coot sighed, but continued trying to figure out how to get into the computer. Everything was now riding on him, and the pressure mounted onto him by such a large margin that it was difficult for him to focus and think. Between the loud gunshots and the overlord defending the manager's office, the tension was incredibly thick.
However, he typed in 'guest' as the password and somehow got in. However, he couldn't find the information that he or his master needed, like an important folder on the desktop. At least he was able to go on the social media site of the last person who forgot to log out of their profile, and Coot was able to find out a plethora of information that way.
"Well? What did Coot find?" Mud asked, agitated.
Coot widened his eyes as he found additional information. "I think I found out that there are several strongholds that these Morningstar people are stationed in."
"Coot thinks? Pfah!" Mud said, kicking a file cabinet and knocking it over. "Minions don't think. They fight by mastah's commands."
"Mud." Gnarl said, in a warning tone. "If you are uncomfortable with the squad's composition, then I will make changes to it so that you will be more efficient in the future. And if you keep being disruptive to your fellow minions abilities, then I have no choice but to bring this matter to the overlord. Have I made myself clear?"
Mud growled again, kicking the file cabinet yet again. "Runny nose clear."
"Then cease bickering and let Coot do his task."
A few minutes later, Coot acquired massive amounts of vital information that he put to pen and paper, writing down important details and weaknesses in legible handwriting. The shootout between Morningstar and the overlord had stopped a while ago, giving Coot a brief pause to look at the window out of the room before continuing with his work. "Gnarl, has our master slayed all the guards?"
"Several, Coot, both in body and in mind. He has used his evil presence spell on several Morningstar guards. Hopefully, one of them can divulge some private information that we can exploit!"
Coot nodded as he went through the conversations on the social media website. The conversations between the person he is logged in on and the people the person talked to was incredibly droll, but searching for information like this was incredibly labored and slow. But when time had passed, Coot saw Carlon coming back to the manager's office with slightly less minions and many enslaved Morningstar guards in tow. "My lord, you are back!"
"Find anything?" Carlon asked Coot, strolling into the office room with his horde and cadre of enslaved Morningstar.
Coot tacked away on the keyboard once again."Social media website and his conversations with other Morningstar members on a guest account. I was unable to enter into the main profile on this computer, I'm afraid. I apologize, my lord, I was unable to hack into the computer."
Carlon breathed in slowly before sighing. "Off the chair. Report your findings with Gnarl." He then turned to the Morningstar he 'enchanted' with his evil presence spell. "Anyone here knows how to hack into a computer?" Three out of fifteen raised their hands. "You three, over here. Hack into that computer. The rest of you, jump off the catwalk and land on your heads."
The three Morningstar guards that raised their hands went to the computer to start hacking it. The twelve that were not qualified simply left the room and took a dive, breaking their necks upon the cold, hard, ground. Coot took the time to sigh. At least he was thankful for being useful to his master. Such is the fate of a minion.
A/N: Man, I forgot that I was making this. So sorry. 'w';;;