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San Francisco Night Before
After overseeing the outfitting of the helicopter the Japanese American followed her marks to a local bar. Nothing to attention grabbing just a girl out for the night. The targets though had no subtlety. Each in a security jacket of the infamous Rock. A trio of people thinking they were grandest people in the bar.
"So Eric you tap it yet" one of them remarked.
"You insane James that Razor chic has still dropped guards despite cuffs dampeners and drugs." So that was Eric, a coward tech guy presumably. Not the choice candidate.
"Lame! I could take er" remarked James. He was big probably on steroids or enhanced but also stupid. He wouldn't be high in the echelon just muscle.
"Bitches please she'd go for me in the first place. Secondly she's off limits she's scheduled for the pits soon." The exotic flower recognized this one as Maria Gonzales high in the security chain that was the one to go for.
Enticing looks and a mastery on the dance floor drew Maria in like moth to flame. Ruse was perfect, the moth came then it burned to become hers. Drinks came and resistance softened the prey thought it was leading. Anxiously a cab takes the duo to a motel. Maria payed. There's an embrace, a kiss and things progress.
Heading for the showers though a whispered "sorry" comes subtle enough to send shivers down the spine. Then a needle enters the heart. Small machines devour the heart learning the DNA, Maria falls to the tub absent everything as she moves to the world beyond. As the exotic killer rests her hands on Maria's chest the machines come to her and a metamorphosis begins.
Maria gazed into the dead eyes of Maria, flawless change. A remarkably thin Evolium blade is withdrawn and wedged into the breast plate. So thin and used the energy absorbing weapon was unstable. A flick was enough to result in to much charge for the weapon. Exploding the victim was vaporized, time to move to phase two.
Following Day 11:57 Helicopter Pad/Entrance
Arriving ahead of schedule Taylor Oveeya arrived by helicopter to the island. Her suit was firm fitting with small infinity symbols throughout. A pair of ornate unordinary pistols were at her hips holstered. "Intro's bore me. I'm here for diplomatic reformation. You'll probably want to just fight though. Should that be the case know this. I won't seek minutes and hours of stylish combat, I'll just want a body count of those blind to what's just."
Security Room 11:58
The woman assumed to be Maria entered the security room greeted her coworkers. Then shut down all fields of specialized prisons. Cuffs fell to the ground as powers flared to life once again. Rioting started at once.
Rayne was first to leap from her cage claws spearing into her watchers skull. And many more assaults followed. Arterial spray became the paint of the macabre first act.
"Revolution comes not by supremacists. Nor idle leaders. Never by players of media. Absent from the Shepard. But rather from the people seeking reform." It'd begun conflict on the matters of mutant and human on American soil. Actions as justifiable as they were controversial. First steps had been made.
@cadmus_knightfall: (sorry for delays been busy. Also hard to juggle all my alts and ideas lol)
"Truth be told I had hoped you would partake in this attack. Matters in regards to meta humans are quiet and scarce. It's time both sides woke up to realize the dangers each side poses. I don't know the integrity of this team but it was launched with a cause. I intend to see it carried through. As for your council it's appreciated." Sakura paused to bring up her files on the place and her plan.
"Monica Rodriguez works for the Rock as part of the security controls. I will assume her identity in my break in. Then I should have easy access in starting a break out. I figure I'll leave it at that, if you join great but I won't hold it against you if you remain here."
@cadmus_knightfall: (not sure if anyone else is coming but I'm moving along lol)
Seated comfortably the ninja sat in the epicenter of a holographic display. The lighting giving off an almost ethereal vibe to the room. None of that mattered though as the cannibal assassin was simply enveloped in the study of the infrastructure of target value. In time people came to the ancient yet technological colosseum.
"I'm glad you came." Her remark aimed at nobody in particular though she did give a respectful nod to Cadmus. "Before you is a holographic display of The Rock. This prison is the central meta containment prison of the modern age. The perplexing issue though is if you ask me it's more a concentration camp. Intel is scarce but what we do know is many cells are 'tailor made' for the inhabitants. Not a collar to disable powers, not here's your 9 by 5 cell. Rather it's customized which to me labels us metas as animals. I agree a prison is needed but even the vague intel we have seems beyond what's justifiable." She paused to let it sink in "I wish to break into the facility and then systematically bring it to its knees."
The recent attack from the mutant nemesis Charlemagne had prompted Sakura from her time spent healing from the previous battle. She had taken a hit from Lady Liberty and the injury had been quite problematic to recover from. The cannibal ninja knew she could have recovered from it much faster but the idea of devouring flesh outside of conflict was hard for her. Now however she was ready for the next chapter in the ongoing war against the racial conflict between humans and mutant. If the world was to be a better place the fear had to be dissipated. Man could not cower at the thought of a meta. And a meta had to feel that it had rights to the very freedoms the constitutions and laws suggested. The next target in Sakura’s mind was the Rock.
Housing a variety of powered criminals it was an ideal target. The destruction of such a fortification would tell the powered society that they couldn’t be herded like cattle, treated like sheep. Be you homo sapient or homo superior you were human and inhumane captivity should not be allowed. Besides this however Sakura’s closest friend was being held captive. Razor was the founding member of this team and it went without saying that she needed to be freed.
Deep in the lower levels of Subterra where the captivating city vanished for labyrinth catacombs and tunnels sat the flower of decadence. Beneath the lavish unassuming Yashima estate was a colosseum like room. Architecturally it resembled the once grand colosseum of rome, heightened with additional traits from Spartan and Samurai oriented styles. Having spent a fortune of her assassination profits on these walls it was a seamless blend of warrior heritage. The technology that allowed the room to function as a modern day training room and area for mission briefing had carefully been woven into the design. The inspired killer eager to not have art tarnished by modern necessity. “Associates of the League of Shadows I humbly request we begin planning our next insertion.”
“Personally I want to launch a intrusion on the Meta Prison known as The Rock. I feel that with the White House and Pentagon having been attacked society knows that no domain is safe. If we were to breach the Rock those with powers would know as well nothing can keep them shackled like dogs. If any of you have ideas on how to stage this attack it would be much appreciated. Similarly if you’ve any other ideal targets feel free to discuss them.” With that the fatal rose made a call to the leader of the fine city. “Cadmus it has come to my attention that humanity needs another lesson in why this age old racial mentality needs to end. As you are the founder of this city I welcome you to join the meeting I’m soon to begin, or perhaps even better take part in the mission itself.” The LoS always welcoming any potential allies in the fight. Even more so however the blossom eyed ninja knew that every war needed its generals and like the powerful Brahma Bull Cadmus could be one. An individual in the seat of power could stir more souls then that of a hired killer.
The combatants clashing in what might be a historic moment had almost been ended abruptly. A fatal bullet traveled through the air aimed to take a individual's life. Potential harm evaded by the interception by a monstrous sized entity. This allowed for a continuation of the clash between the two combatants.
Graceful near inconceivable feats of balance provided for the closing of distance between the apparent patriot and terrorist. Realizing his opposition couldn't be permitted to have such an opening a movement was made to disrupt Sakura's footing. Dropping to the ground on her back the samurai knew what was coming from her own experiences in being taught how to use a shield. With an opponent downed the defensive weapon had a moment to be used offensively in a downward attack. The solution was to roll to the side thus escaping physical harm. Retrieving a signature sai From one of its hidden sheathes she snapped up in a swift stab. Aiming to use the given close proximity to get around the shield and plant the blade deep in the heroes arm compromising his use of the shield further.
Rising to her feet the katana would come around in an arc to split the spine of her opposition. 'Razor' never wanted to leave an opening for Allegiance the shield compromised ranged attacks as did the existence of all the U.S soldiers. To avoid potential shield moves and being gunned down Sakura would stay close. A follow up slash aimed for the heroes legs and shield arm. Naturally focussing on her obvious dexterity and fluidity of movement to attempt to end this confrontation before the fight could even really begin.
The soldier of the American way had decided this discussion was done. The line was drawn and now it was crossed. His face wrinkled a sign of contemplating strategy. Sakura smiled beneath the mask of 'Razor' how many fights of Allegiance had been seen? His strategy was known to the Samurai before the arm was even half way into the throw. Listening she back peddled keeping distance as the soldier closed in he was gaining ground much faster then she was putting between them but it mattered not. She leaped into a backflip and in an impossible display of acrobatics landed on the shield. Mid flip she had also withdrawn a trio of throwing stars.
Fact was if the shield had hit her spine would have snapped. Her target was stronger and faster then her without question. However she was instinctive in combat reflexes frightening. As she rode the shield she dropped the throwing stars forming an unorthodox but efficient attack.
As the shield was caught Sakura kicked the blades usually used for throwing. Their aim was set for the eyes of the flag bearer. The range close enough that even many speedsters would be caught unaware. Following this the assassin launched herself off the shield landing softly and stabbing forward with the glistening katana. The blade hungry to split a heart. Her sequence of attacks would end in a flash of pink and jade light and smoke as Sakura would teleport behind her foe and follow up with a final spin aimed to part ones head from its shoulders.
"Your as predictable as you are noble" the patriotic terrorist remarked in both a complimentary and insulting manner.