11 August 2024

1:20 P.M MDT

Glowgen Armory Denver, Denver, United States

Exterior, Near the Incinerator Vent

As they were at it alone, nothing held the comrades from bringing their best. Something that would be necessary going forward after the events of the raid on Norfolk and the situation in NuArcade.

Unlike in Norfolk, the armory had a minuscule terranean footprint, only revealing the main office building is a two-story beige color. To the side of the building, a large ventilation unit over a metal frame. Several HVAC units rest on the roof as well.

The comrades approach with newly bought equipment in tow. Two coils of tensile rope, two-way radios, and each wearing civilian body armor over their normal clothing. Masks ready to be donned when it was time. All four rushing immediately to the suspiciously armored ventilation unit. While Zelislav carried to duffel bag full of tools. Dvinaslav strapped Aurus to her back.

"Must be the entry point of the incinerator. If the ground has the intake and it goes through…" Dvinaslav points, walking circles around it while Jaraslav and Drahoslav examined for anything they'd need to do.

"Pipe..." Drahoslav groaned.

Zelislav pulls the zipper on one of the compartments the bag had to offer. Then, out of the neat organization of the interior, gets two hacksaws out of it. Giving one to Drahoslav while tossing the second one to Dvinaslav.

She manages to catch it without injuring herself. But, managing to do so without injury wasn't important while they had more pressing affairs to deal with. Leaving the other comrades to deal with the scolding while starting to cut the piping.

"This might do the trick." Drahoslav stares at his and smirks.

He approaches the opposite end from Dvinaslav, using a similar method but on hyper. Quickly alternating across the entire stretch of the blade to break the pipes. Several had to be done, but since Dvinaslav was doing the other side, it allowed him to not focus as much on the whole picture and rather the ones he had to do in particular. Besides external noise from the passing of vehicles to the wind, metal sounds, and the chopping of Dvinaslav's. Jaraslav's scolding of Zelislav's risky choice to toss a sharp saw to their comrade and potentially injure them.

Regardless, it'd take at least a few minutes before the full-frame comes fully detached. Both tight on their grip on the bars.

"On three, Dvina! One..."

Jaraslav observes quietly but there to assist in the event they need help...

"Two…"

Dvinaslav raises her shoulders and slowly lifts up.

"Three!" Drahoslav shouts.

In a uniform movement, the grid holding them from passing hits the ground on its side. Immediately letting go, Dvinaslav walks around the space between another wall from another building and it. Allowing Jaraslav to

"Jara's having to inspect what we need to do because this vent isn't a typical HVAC…"

"We have a problem the entry to the incinerator's bolted down."

"What are you suggesting, Jara?" Drahoslav looks at Jaraslav.

"We're going to be caught anyway. So might as well utilise the rules of war. Who's in favour?"

Dvinaslav and Jaraslav himself raised his hand. After some time of contemplation, Drahoslav eventually raises his.

As the majority agrees, he returns to the unit and rubs his hands together. Creating the aura before jabbing two fingers into its electrical components. Circulating overloading current and smoke. Running after his comrades knew to make a getaway before the unit broke itself apart in a blaze of industrial flames and thick fire smoke.

"Nice one, but… Need a boost!" Drahoslav shouts.

Jaraslav and Zelislav together lift Drahoslav into the air. Allowing him time to adjust to what he was preparing next.

"Active Command, Lift Command Blocks One and Two..."

He nods after he began uttering what he was preparing to do. Balling both fists while the two helper comrades lift him into the air alongside his jump. Once he was over the unit, within seconds, he shouts.

"BLITZ!"

A massive jet of blue and white flames, directed from his fists in opposite directions, neutralizing the motion he was in. Sustaining for several seconds before falling near the now incinerated unit and a shaft. Landing on his feet properly.

"We may need to-"

"It's scorched open." Dvinaslav and Jaraslav said in unison.

"Oh..." Drahoslav looked towards the shaft, the metal pieces warped and creating a hold enough for a large prism to fit in. "I see."

Afterward, leaning his hand into the object, "It's kinda warm. And we kinda need to avoid setting our shit on fire because of the heat."

"Or what? I guess people are aware that the incinerator's acting up if they noticed fire?"

"We shouldn't take chances! I go!"

Sighing, Zelislav sets the bag and lowers the end of the rope into the shaft. Paying close attention to signs for how far the fall would be if they go at it without rappelling techniques. From the end that reached his hand, six loops of rope out of a twenty-meter coil reach the ground.

"I think it's about eight to ten metres from her to the base of the incinerator. We could take a fall like that."

"What about the bag?" Dvinaslav points out

"I have idea!"

Drahoslav, Dvinaslav, and Jaraslav stare at Zelislav.

"Know about that small little tug of war trick a few years ago?"

"I remember," Jaraslav replies.

"Anyway, Draho and Dvina enter the waste disposal section through the shaft. While they do that, me and Jara tie both ropes to the bag. Once that's over with, they come back, we throw down the other end, and 'tug' it in. Then we come in and head past the section there."

"Sounds like a solid plan, considering we don't know what they could be expecting from us," Drahoslav said before looking to Dvinaslav.

Dvinaslav didn't not her head immediately, "Smart idea considering what we know. But why did Ignis and Fulgur, the persons, not tell us this beforehand!"

"I've had my suspicions they could be setting us up for failure,"

"That bag is due to it?"

"Correct. I didn't make assumptions and had to weight they may be expecting us to take the weapon. Or, even they know we have what they refer to as Aura through a secondary mean."

"Makes a lot of sense. But we're wasting time, Dvina." Drahoslav said while he walks to the edge of the shaft.

Dvinaslav follows, now her question was answered sensibly. Watching Zelislav recall the rope back to the ground for him and Jaraslav to begin their work.

"One more thing, the incinerator will most likely have a control room or a shut-off function. You need to head there before we can head further."

"Got it." Dvinaslav nods before she jumps down the chute.

Drahoslav follows although a deep breath comes with him. Down into the chute.

1:28 P.M MDT

Glowgen Armory Denver, Denver, United States

Waste Disposal Section, Maintenance Unit 01, Subfloor 1

While they made the drop, Drahoslav points his feet for a flat landing, ignited in flames from the soles. Dvinaslav shifts to stay behind him when she notices the sign he is preparing something with his powers.

"Activate Command, AOC."

Once his feet touch the ground, a purple and white torrent rush the floor. Followed by several adult screams and cries for help. Despite that sight that could disturb a weaker soul, he only looked at Dvinaslav before walking into the knee-high flames.

"Look at all that you've done to make our lives a living hell over the past week, ay?"

He stares around the wide sixty-meter long room in the general shape of a c. Watching as they fall to their knees with burns and cries. Before he'd turn off the flames with a wave of his hand.

"Considering you guys are only in the way. I'll agree to offer a chance to surrender. Raise your hands, drop weapons, if you agree."

Dvinaslav walked over to a few to make sure they were being accounted for in the fairest way she can provide. Helping lift a man who actively looked like he was yielding to the pressure of choosing between death or dishonor.

Another worker pulls a knife and attempts a stab to her neck from behind. She elbows the man's forehead, pushing them back long enough to get the surrendering man to a wall to support them.

Drahoslav managed to get two who wanted to surrender and sit at the wall. Allowing the two to converse after getting and destroying their weapons so they can't be used.

However, the guy Dvinaslav had to handle who didn't back down, once the other was out of the way, was met with a beatdown and a bloody nose. A swift flurry of punches and kicks knocked them out.

"Be sure to destroy their weapons. Don't allow them any real chance to fight back," he said, walking to the door leaving the room.

Dvinaslav took the time to confiscate the two's weaponry. One, a typical pistol, she threw at the door. Saying back to him.

"Although, they will die if their surrender was a feint."

An intimidating glare spreads to the personnel still conscious to ensure her words were law. Turning to Drahoslav again as he walks past the door to the room itself and into the hallway. Two walls with six tiles of space between and standard ceiling height. Occasionally leading to several doors with keycards or some without requiring clearance.

"Control Room…" Drahoslav scanned around, leaving Dvinaslav to look around.

"It's a secondary room, most likely," she replied.

"That's probably the case. They wouldn't be expecting raid like this to occur."

"Also, we'd have the edge to get in before more personnel and lockdown measures are put in force," she said again.

Dvinaslav emulates a camera flash to catch Drahoslav's focus. Right in front of the door leading to the control room. Stating it on the side with a serial identification strip.

"Oh, you found it!" he jogs over before raising an eyebrow. "What the hell? They use serial identification?"

Dvinaslav twists her head to catch onto what she might've missed. Backing off when they lacked a keycard with its clearance.

He growls before blasting the door open with a short burst of his flames from both hands. Running inside to notice the control room staffed by a few armed individuals. A few with powerful guns and apparently the security guards exiting their room to respond to the situation. Provoking an immediate scan of the control room.

Dvinaslav catches wind of the differences in the controls and whispers, "The incinerator acts differently than a normal incinerator. We might be able to-"

Suddenly, one of the personnel trains their gun to Drahoslav's head. Until Dvinaslav rolled under both Drahoslav and them. Throwing off his balance to allow Drahoslav to disarm the man. Then, a small flick of flames, a standard flame attack for him in close-ranged combat to bring them out of commission."

"Dvina!-"

"I know," she smirks before her elbow meets the stomach of the second guy.

Her free hand grasps the third guard while forced through one of the windows. Several cuts from the glass while retaining consciousness, something she left the control room in Drahoslav's hands while she jumps past the same busted window. Perfectly landing on her feet and her arms ready to reply to the man's next actions.

As the man lost his guns, his leg swept her feet and threw her off the ground. Dvinaslav reorients herself while in the air and lands on her palms. Replying to the guy's movement with a one-two kick. Pushing him back to the second glass pane with several fractures from subconscious head movement in reaction to the force. Rushing after him to continues the pressure, she makes a jab to the throat, however, rolls to the left, above the third pane.

Concrete to bare fist at force strength, concrete wins. Dvinaslav grunts while she tightly held onto her left. Staring at the man, teeth clenching and shaking. Slowly turning her head while Drahoslav ducks as a bullet barrage from the other area past the control room decimate the other two panes into fragments. Allowing him to throw an assist via a flame projectile towards the guy's shoulder. Passing through the spaces not covered in cloth. Leaving that region engulfed.

"Thanks, Draho…"

As the man turns to see where the fire came from, screeching at his lungs. Dvinaslav orients her body before a push to get him inside the incinerator's firing zone. However, unexpected from above, the duffel bag, with a few lools of rope, falls on the man's head. Ceasing the battle and at the same time. Allowing for Drahoslav to turn around and focus on sealing the door to that room and building a physical barricade.

With fire extinguisher in hand and ready, Drahoslav runs in and sprays down the guy and the case and rope. Afterward, pulling the bag away from the man's body.

Dvinaslav opens it, noticing a slight shaking of tool organization inside. Shortly to be joined by Jaraslav and Zelislav.

"That didn't go as expected." Jaraslav chuckles.

"Yup."

"However! We have more work to do! We need to clear this entire section out be-wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What is that over there?"

Jaraslav points to the barricade, slowly being punched away from harsh bangs of the main door.

"I had to block it off. We'd need to get in there soon enough." Drahoslav explained. "However, that room, as it had armed guys in there, could be the key to finding where they store their toys."

"I love how you're thinking…" Jaraslav gives an evil smirk.

His face turns serious again after he had his chance.

"Now we advance, cripple the defences! Show how pathetic they are in comparison to us! We might only be sixteen to seventeen years old by now, but that's not the matter! What matters is we're better than politics and Gabriel!"

Dvinaslav sighs while walking ahead of the group back into the hallway past the incinerator room.

"Watching their bickering is about the same as not treating my injured hand…"

Zelislav sprints to Dvina. A single rope string wrapped around his arms while a bit already out to use.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My left."

"Hold on."

She listens to his advice, gripping the end of the rope coil. Then Zelislav spoke another of his commands.

"Activate Command, Episkey."

While holding onto it, a pain diluting sensation goes across her hand, following a glow the rope to a golden yellow. Within seconds, it stops, and everything returns to normal.

She backs away and gives a slight nod, looking away as the rest of the comrades join them.