>>5370966The guards run towards you with such bold confidence that it’s almost laughable. What they don’t seem to realize is that no one in their right mind would ever come into this place alone.
Did they really think it was going to be that easy? For a second, you think they probably did.
That’s why, when the rest of your team bursts into the room in all of their glory, it makes the goons stop in their tracks. Meanwhile, the somewhat-braver geeks, who’d thought it was a good idea to raise their weapons at you, are now shaking in their sweater vests and pocket-protectors, but they’re not the ones you’re going after.
“B, there’s a guy running for the exit!” You point in the direction the runner went. Bernard, without the help of your nightvision would struggle to find the straggler, but there’s enough light from the horde of computers to highlight the runners’ silhouette amid the confusion.
“On it.” In a flash, he’s gone, leaving the guards to the rest of your team.
The befuddled goons don’t get a chance to recover from their shock, as the four of you who are left over make your descent upon them. Diving forwards with calculated precision, you greet your first victim by pinning them down, far too fast for them to even react. Julia does the same, albeit slower than you in the dark, and switches between knocking guards out and firing her shards at them.
Valjean and Boleski take turns shooting down guards with a mix of tranquilizers and acid, the latter having taken position in one of the rafters. You’re surprised he can even find room to fly in this office, but, if there’s anything you’ve learned about the man in the short while you’ve known him, it’s that he’s highly adaptable.
You suppose all mutants have to be in their own ways, otherwise you’d all have little-to-no-chance of survival.
Between the darkness and mass panic, it’s hard for any of the goons to draw a bead on any of you, and the ones who manage to shoot anything at all shoot into total darkness. Every so often, you have to check if anyone’s trying to make a break for it, but, with the fire of bullets and powers alike, it would be highly difficult for any of the civilians to make it through the room without getting caught in the crossfire.
When the last goon is finally downed and the proverbial dust settles, you're left with two floors worth of computer geeks staring at you and you're group like you just walked out of some 'P. H. Lovecraft' novel.
Apparently, these guys have never seen a mutant before, have they?
“So what do we do with all these guys?” Julia asks, crossing her arms at the villainous Nerd Squad.
“Allow me.” Valjean says, taking the pistol from his holster, and it's not the tranquilizer pistol-- it's the actual pistol.
Wait what?!
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