Fun, Fun, Fun
Three days later, Zanya and Zartan were standing across from the Federal Technology Corporation building. "Are you ready?" the master of disguise asked his daughter.
"Of course," said Zanya casually, almost arrogantly.
"Very well," said Zartan. "Then I will follow your lead."
Zanya smiled and began to casually walk across the street towards the Federal Technology Center building, right through oncoming traffic. Zartan just watched and chuckled to himself. Casually he reached down to turn on his headset. "Everyone set?" he asked.
"Set," said Zandar from the corner inside the lobby of the FTC lobby.
"Set," said Zarana from her chair at the security station down the hall in the South Wing.
"Set," said Gnawgahyde from across the street in his sniper's position.
"Set," Monkeywrench said from the passenger seat of the Thunder Machine as he grinned at Thrasher.
Road Pig looked back into the trailer of the rig he was driving to see Zanzibar and all the others give him the thumbs up sign. "We all set here," he said.
"Good," said Zartan. "Zanya, you're on."
"Yes, father," said Zanya in a semi-sweet voice. She let out a calm breath and walked in. "Ladies and gentlemen, run for your lives." In the very next instant she drew her two pistols from their holsters and shot the two receptionists at the customer service desk in the face. People began running about wildly. The two other security guards with Zarana got up to intervene but were shot in the back. Zandar spotted another security guard one floor up on the balcony. Quickly, he stepped into view and aimed his weapon. Just as the guard took aim at Zanya, Zandar let loose an arrow and shot the guard through the heart. The guard clutched at the wound in his chest for an instant and then fell forward over the balcony. Zanya looked at her uncle and winked. Then she turned around to see if anyone else needing to be shot was left. Seeing none, she walked over with Zandar to the main reception desk. Zarana moved away to get out of her uniform and back into her regular clothes.
"We're ready for you, brother," said Zandar.
"Impressive," said Zartan. He smiled at his family's efficiency and, like his daughter before him, crossed the street right in front of oncoming traffic. "Road Pig."
"Yes, Zartan?" asked Road Pig.
"Get here with the rig," commanded Zartan.
"You got it," said Road Pig as he put the rig in gear and drove straight at the FTC building.
To be continued…