TWs: Weapons, getting ready for a war/revolution, mention of past injuries. Stay safe :)

"Alright, this should do it." Tord clicked his arm into place, adjusting and stretching it to ensure it ached less.

"Red, everyone is ready for dispatch," Pau spoke behind him.

"Got it. I'll be there in a few minutes to double-check if we have everything." The Norsk responded. Pau nodded, leaving the room.

Tord looked in the mirror; a frown and furrowed eyebrows settled on his face. It was the moment everyone had been waiting for for the past five and a half years—their only chance of taking down the Black Army once and for all. Tord's heart was pounding. His fists balled up, trembling slightly. He took a deep breath, knowing getting worked up was no use. It would be the day for a revolution. They were so close to winning back their freedom.

'Right.' Tord nodded to himself, grabbing his coat on the way out of the room, 'This is it...'

He found everyone standing outside, huddling together. Pat and Pau stood by a ruined building, guarding it. Tord fished out a controller, holding it up toward the building. Within seconds, the fabrication fell, discarding the wrecked structure image and revealing smooth concrete.

"Uh, there's nothing there," Matt spoke.

Tord got out his keys, "Oh, isn't there?" He pressed a button, unlocking the covert car. Pushing another, he deactivated the invisibility cloak, revealing a dark grey armored vehicle.

"When did you have time to build this?" Pat asked, admiring the sleekness of the automobile.

"Uh..." Tord glanced up, "A long time ago- when I broke my leg."

"What-?" Pat and Pau averted their gazes to the Norsk.

"Anyway, the people going to the lab can take the other car." Tord shrugged, getting out the other keys and giving them to Pat.

"There's another car?" Pat uttered.

"Yep, press that button," Tord instructed, watching as Pat did as he was told, revealing the other armored car.

Pat's eyes widened in awe, "Huh..."

Everyone got into their respective groups as Tord did a checklist of everything they had.

"Bullets, grenades, smoke bombs, flash bombs, extra guns, extra bullets, extra bombs... bandages, flasks, extra water, blood bags, trackers, walkie-talkies..." Tord muttered to himself while he counted.

He glanced up at the groups standing beside the cars, frowning. It wasn't enough supplies. He tapped his foot in thought.

"Everything okay, Tord?" Jon questioned, hovering over his shoulder.

Tord stepped back, not expecting the ghost to be there. He cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm fine, Jon; I'm just... calculating."

"Oh, alright." Jon floated back to where he was beside Eduardo and Mark, giving them a small smile.

The more Tord thought about it, the more he realized he could use all the help he could get. His gaze landed on Bing, who was talking to the drone again.

'Desperate times call for desperate measures...' He thought, his eye twitching.

"Oi, Neighbors," Tord snapped his fingers to get their attention, "and Bing."

The director glared at him.

"You guys can actually be useful for once."

"Hey!" Most of them yelled.

"Be nice." Jon exasperated.

"Mark and Eduardo, you're on Pat's team going to the Lab." Tord gestured, "Jon and Bing, you're with me."

Eduardo and Jon nodded, determined to succeed at any cost. Mark and Bing were more reluctant for similar yet different reasons entirely. They both sought after people they knew, but Mark wanted closure while Bing wanted absolution.

Regardless, they went with their groups, filing into the cars. Tord went first, swerving around the fallen rubble on the ground as he turned onto the road. Pat followed them for a little bit before turning onto a different road leading toward the Mayfair lab.

"What are we going to do once we get there?" Matt asked after a while.

"Jon," Tord glanced at his rearview mirror, checking if the ghost could keep up with the moving vehicle, "Is going to do an aerial sweep of the place. After he tells us the details, we can go from there."

They parked in a sidestreet miles away from Buckingham Palace, knowing Hellucard would've placed some soldiers to watch and guard two and a half miles out.

Tord watched as Jon flew above them, ensuring there was no one nearby. He came back seconds later to give a thumbs-up. The Norsk nodded, turning to the others.

"Alright, time to move. Matt, remember-"

"Dungeon release. Stick with Tommy, be the lookout, I got it." The ginger affirmed.

"Good. Bing, do not wander off under any circumstances." Tord glared at the director.

"Fine..." The brunette huffed, patting the drone in his lap, 'No promises...'

Tord gave him a look before opening the door, "Gear up, guys."

Bing hopped out, letting Primis out of his arms. He nodded, letting it know they were still on their own adventure. Protecting Larry was his top priority. He couldn't let him down.

"Is everyone ready?" Tord questioned as he finished strapping his MP7 to his body. He glanced at Bing, seeing he had nothing except a bulletproof vest, "Uh, Bing... you do know we're about to go to war, right?"

"And? I have Primis to protect me." He smiled.

"Bing-"

"He can come with us, Tord," Matt spoke.

Tord contemplated for a moment, "Hm- okay, yeah, probably a safer option than letting him die by the first bullet fired."

"Hey!" Bing yelled.

"Anyway, let's head to the palace. Jon, lead the way."

"...No wandering and no touching things, especially buttons. If you must get stabbed or shot, make sure it's not lethal. Are my instructions clear?" Pat asked, looking from Eduardo to Mark.

"Yes, sir..." They muttered, feeling slightly insulted they had to undergo a list of rules when they deemed they were perfectly capable of handling the mission.

"Good, let's go." Pat took the lead in guiding them to the sewer drain. Clay was beside him, a pistol in his hand as he skimmed around. Yan and You were in the back of the group, watching things from behind.

"I'm surprised no one is guarding around here." Yan brought up.

"Yeah, it's like a ghost town," Clay spoke.

"It's best to be on guard just in case," Pat told them, unholstering his gun as he turned the corner.

The group arrived at the palace.
The group arrived at the sewer drain.

Bing realized he was holding his breath.
Mark took a deep breath to settle his nerves.

"This is it," Tord spoke.
"Is everyone ready?" Pat asked.

Everyone nodded.

"This is the day we've been waiting for," Tord smirked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Hope you're ready for a revolution," Pat said, propping the drain open.

Eyes looked on at the palace.
Eyes peered down into the drain.

"Let's do this." They finished.

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NEXT CHAPTER- HOLY SHIIIIIIIITTTTTAKE MUSHROOOOMMMSSSSS

The scene I've been waiting to write for MONTHS now...

It might be a longer chapter since there are so many characters to cover and so much LOOOORREEEE :D

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