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SilverD: But the good new is we now have an approximate of what the crew of the Vigilant look like.

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Ch.5: Ally Attack

            SCREEEEEECH!!!!!  All eyes rebel and cop alike, turned heavenwards, staring at the new, jagged skylight.  A pair of murderous red slits peered down back at them.   The SWAT were momentarily stunned as a large, midnight black creature dropped through the opening; the rebels took advantage of their surprise, making a mad dash for the nearest door.  Varian landed smack in the middle of the SWAT, his body bowed from the impact.  The cops did not need to think twice, opening fire upon the balled up mass of black metal.  The effect was instantaneous, as the bullets ricocheted off his smooth, glossy skin, Varian exploded out of his curled posture.  Five-inch long claws extended to their fullest, the metallic monster began spinning around, turning into a veritable slashing cyclone.  The razor talons instantly shredded any cop too close; any out of reach of the claws were not for long, as Varian began to move in constantly wider circles, tracking down his opponents.  The rebels just watched in amazement, not sure whether to shoot or not, from the door they had just reached.  Finally, there was only one cop left: the SWAT sniper positioned well away from the bladed tornado up in the catwalk.  He had been training his sights on the armored beast ever since it fell through the ceiling.  Varian stopped his rampage; the room a gory mess of severed arms, legs, heads, viscera, and splatters of blood.  The metal exile looked about the hanger, he too dripping in blood, as if surveying a piece of art.  The sniper quickly took advantage of the pause and let his bullet fly.  Varian heard the shot and brought his plated hand forward, catching the slug.  As the sniper stared in shock, the bullet shot back at him, hitting him straight between the eyes.  With the rebels watching, the metal brute began to shimmer, like when a TV has a bad frequency, green lines of code trailing down his shrinking form.  Soon their exile informant stood before them, his gray outfit spotless.  Varian walked up to them, slightly amused at the expressions they were giving him.  Binary pointed her large M240 automatic rifle at him, now very wary of this strange entity.  Varian smirked at her, "Really, if I could survive a hail of bullets a few minutes prior, what effect do you think that will have?"

            She just stared at him.  Soren sighed, "Enough, Varian is trustworthy enough, though he is very mysterious.  Now, does anyone have any idea where Axel may have been taken?"

              "I saw them taking him to another hanger before I dropped in," said Varian, "but it is across the airport."

            "Good, then we'll have to follow," said Soren; his cell phone rang.  "Yes?"

            " Captain Niobe and Ghost are back in.  I just hung up with the captain; Zion is ordering a full recall of all ships."

            "But we can't leave, not without Axel."

            "I told her about our situation, they are going to help us."

            "All right Jax, just keep an eye open, report any new activities."

             "Yes sir."

            Soren hung up.  "Ok, here's the plan.  Captain Niobe of the Logos is here; they have promised to help us.  Binary, you will come with me to contact them.  Vector, go with Varian and try to catch up with Axel."

            The tall, African American man looked at the exile, nodding to him. "Yes sir, we will."

            "Good, now let's move out."

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            Varian moved swiftly over the tarmac, ducking behind equipment and machinery for cover.  Vector followed close behind, mirroring the exile's every move.  After several minutes of stealthy approach, the pair finally made it to the hanger in which they hoped Axel was.  Varian moved to one side of the door; Vector took the other.  They were about to bust in, guns blazing, when Vector's phone rang.  Varian glared at him as the first mate of the Vigilant fumbled for his cell; finally getting it.  "Yes?"

            "Vector, we've met up with Ghost.  Where are you?" asked Soren from the other end.

            "We're just outside the hanger, captain."

            "Good, go ahead, we're by the control tower; we'll catch up."

            "Yes sir."  Vector hung up.

            "Well?" asked the exile.

            "They found Ghost and are heading this way."

            "Right, now lets get moving ourselves."

            The two burst through the door to find the hanger in flames and no plane in sight.  Outside they hear the whirring of engines as the small plane prepares to take off.  Varian leapt through the flames just in time to see Soren drive in front of the aircraft and shoot off the front wheel cover.  A second later the tire exploded as a well-aimed shot from Ghost connected with it.  The cops removed Axel from the disabled plane and put him into a SWAT SUV, driving him off to another hanger.  The exile was about to give chase when he heard the screeching of tires.  A stair truck was tearing down the tarmac in hot pursuit with a black woman at the wheel.  That must be the captain of the Logos.  Varian returned to Vector, motioning for him to follow once again.  The pair commandeered a police car and made quick time after Niobe. 

            Varian and Vector found the hanger in no time and headed right in, finding the remains of a police SWAT squad scattered around.  Gunfire emitted from the far side of the immense room.  "I'll take the high road," said Vector, moving towards a ladder to the catwalk. 

             The exile started walking calmly to the area where Niobe was, slowly changing to his metal-skinned form.  By the time he got there, most of the SWAT members were already dead.  Those who were not soon were.  Varian's menacing body seemed to absorb light instead of reflect it, making him seem like a walking shadow.  The only light visible in his dark hole like body was from his crimson eyes, which burned with an inner fire of determination and will.  This made for a great fear factor, especially in the heat of battle.  The small throng of SWAT was soon little more than confetti, a pile of bloody pieces on the floor.  Suddenly, the fuel tank next to the exile exploded, sending a green flame all around Varian.  He was thrown several feet before skidding to a halt.  When he opened his eyes, the barrel of a gun hovered close above them.  "I don't know what the hell you are, but I never take any chances."

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