Furor Interlude 3
Rune checked the time. A minute to go before the big mission, by her watch, though Fenja was the one who'd call it. Her cousin, Othala, was right behind her and Fenja was with them to the right, with a dozen armed men behind them, the last of them coming out of the nondescript vans they were coming out of as they prepared for their assault.
From what she'd been told on the way, a friend from outside of the Empire had told Kaiser that the PRT was secretly moving Victor, Hookwolf, and his crew outside of the city tonight and that they were moving in eleven minutes. Rune, Othala, and Fenja had an important job-they had to provide a distraction, to draw Protectorate attention away from the transports so that Kaiser and all the others could more easily spring their captured compatriots.
She'd tagged a piece of asphalt that had been... acquired from somewhere, and a car that they'd stolen. Othala would make her invincible, and then she would carry herself and Othala on the asphalt. Then her car and Fenja's great size and strength would be used to absolutely wreck a big building. Othala thought the CEO of the company who owned it was a fag or something, but what it wasn't wasn't exactly that important. They'd start wrecking the place, then one of the men they had with them would use a burner phone to call the PRT and tell them that the Empire's capes were destroying a building-the so called heroes would show up, and then she and Fenja and the men would fight them until they got the call that the mission was successful, and then they'd retreat. From what Rune had heard when the older members of the Empire had spoken, their friend had just asked for some help in kidnapping some bitch in payment.
They weren't the only distraction a couple more were going out to commit random violence against assorted undesirables.
Rune didn't say it out loud, but she felt that the distractions were needed. Purity was supposed to be doing a raid down by the docks, but when they'd all set out for this there had been no sign of the woman, and as far as Rune knew nobody had seen hide or hair of Krieg since Kaiser had asked him to get in touch with their friends in Europe. At least Night and Fog were still with them.
Fenja gave the signal and grew to her full size. Othala worked her magic upon her cousin, and Rune brought them up into the air and prepared to hurl the car... only for it to be blasted away by what seemed to be a loud shout.
All three present Empire capes turned down the street and saw a lion-helmed gladiator rapidly approaching with PRT vans following on his heels. How!? Had they been spotted? Oh, shit, was that retard Schuster here! Had he been given the phone!? Rune quickly turned and... no, nobody down there with an arm in a sling... So why the hell were the heroes here so soon!? Had they been set up!?
They were upon them soon enough and in an instant, Triumph had been joined by the mouse-helmed warrior woman bearing her sword and shield, who proceeded to... point, at the other end of the street and then wave.
Rune twisted her head again and swore loudly. Off in the distance but coming in fast was a pair of military looking vehicles shaped like something that the mutant-slut's father would build, followed by a truck that looked like that race-traitor meth slut's work... and the truck was hauling something big.
Rune heard Gunshots and turned back. The PRT's grunts had piled out of their own vans and deployed their foam against the armed men that the three Empire women had brought with them. One PRT Officer was on the ground, but otherwise… Fenja, too large to be foamed, turned and prepared to turn her massive sword against Triumph, Mouse Protector, and their minions as half a dozen soldiers in bulky powered armor emerged from Bastion's transports, as had the drivers, Bastion and what looked to be that gamer duo. Rune had heard that they were playing at being heroes now and-shit! Leet and Uber had all kinds of flying cameras for that show they did, had they been the ones who spotted them... No, wait, the blue bitch's father hated the PRT, he wouldn't have called... Then the huge thing that the truck had been hauling stood up, the street seeming to shake under its weight.
It was a giant robot. A huge tank on two sturdy legs, with two big ass guns for arms and four more on its back, clad in thick red and silver armor. "Do you like it!?" Shouted up Bastion's modulated voice, "It's called the Thor! We figured you Empire bastards would appreciate it!"
And from behind Rune, Othala spoke up for the first time since they'd came out on the job. "Shit."