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Tazu shifted into her raven form, slipped on her backpack, and took off towards the closed-off area.

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Dooley made it to the ambush spot, waiting for them. She had landed, and with Rover in mobile form, she tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on then, people will start getting curious."

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Tazu was flying above where Dooley was

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Derek hopped onto the back of a vehicle, which was rapidly moving in a convenient direction. As the vehicle stopped, the heavy boy jumped off and into another one. After one more transition and ride, he was jogging down the closed road.

Felix stayed put on the shipping containers, the shipment was going smoothly. Although he found it hard to believe that the spades wouldn’t act out here. He lifted his head as his name was called, “That’s a surprise. What’re you doing here?” He asked Emersyn.

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Tazu had perched on a street lamp, and had begun looking at the streets below, scanning for any Diamonds or X-Loyalists who could be nearby.

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"Well I was going to the Park,and took this path as it's much easier and a much faster route." She said to Felix. "So what are you doing here? Is it something for the Governor?" She asked Felix, Lowering her voice

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Dooley made to the ambush site and waited rather impatiently for Derek. "You ready? Good, let's get started then before they show up."

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Derek swung his backpack off, then gently set it down and opened it. A few things were removed and snapped together, forming various medium-large tools, such as a large contraption to cut a large circular hole through metal. Or something that looked an awful lot like a gun, but was only used for cutting doors off their hinges.

Dooley lightly clapped before reaching into her pocket. "Rover, c'mere." The little robot floated over, and when Dooley held out her bag, the robot dove in and came out with what looked like a grenade, but it was filled with a gas that would paralyze anyone who made contact with it. She appeared to have a muttered conversation with the robot, and it dove back into her bag, pulling out the goggles. "There we go, all set." Dooley snapped the goggles on and pocketed her smoke bomb. "Aaand now, we wait."

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Tazu put on her goggles.

"I'll check to see if anyone else is nearby."

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Felix Bronx Fluer-

The road was smooth and flat, the wheels turning over and over, in complete synchronization with the other vehicles that were traveling down the road. In the back of all three of the cars, three X-Loyalists, all in identical gray uniforms with Lazer-red masks sat on top of the wooden boxes, packed together carefully and tightly. Neat black letters warned that the contents of the boxes were fragile, and forbade anyone from handling the boxes recklessly. The simple words seemed to reflect a judging stare from Governer X, although he was far away from the vehicles. The three trucks traveled in a simple yet effective formation down the closed road. The ride was long, but the only noises were the deep rumble of the cars and the crunch of gravel against the rubber tires. In the third car leading the group was the Diamond Leauge members who were assigned to the job. Where in the other two trucks were silent soldiers sitting on boxes were the alphas of this world, at least some of them. Bronx had somehow managed to score a seat in the front of the car, though he was starting to regret it. The bulky wings on his back kept him from sitting comfortably, so he was constantly leaning forward. There was a loud screech as the metal met the metal side of the door that caused him to wince. Thankfully, the cramped car was not hot enough that it was bothersome, but Bronx couldn't wait to leave the car. Bringing his knees up to his chest like a small child and balancing his chin on his arms, he stared out the slightly foggy window as they got closer and closer to the site



Dooley, Tazu, Derek,
The time was getting closer, and the tension seemed to fill the area. Dooley leaned against the wire fence, though it slightly cut into her. Dooley didn't mind, it wasn't that painful. Plus, she had bigger things to worry about. Like the ambush. It was simple, just destroy the weapons and bring back a sample for study. Though she had a feeling that there was going to be bigger things to worry about..Dooley shook her head, her ponytail slapping her neck as she sighed. In one hand, she gripped the smoke bomb. The smooth plastic cover felt good against her rather callused hand from years of handling tools. She brought it up, tracing the lines with her finger. Dooley couldn't say that she didn't like fighting. After all that the horrible system had done to her, it felt good to get revenge. But she wished that things could be like they were before-maybe even back before the wars that had narrowed down the world to just this one place. She didn't take her eyes off of the bomb, though she did hear the sounds of Xaiven's jogging, and the twins playing one of their weird games that no one could understand. Dooley always kept track of her surroundings. She watched Xaiven's methodical jogging around the area, feet hitting the ground. He once told her that jogging was the only way that he kept sane before a mission. Each to his own, Dooley supposed. With one hand still gripping the smoke bomb, she reached in her pocket for a peice of gum, popping it into her mouth and letting the sweet burst of flavor cover her tongue. They were coming, and soon. She had to be ready. Dooley chewed, blew a bubble and popped it once. Dooley would do whatever it took to get that sample.

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Derek snapped one of his large tools open, and it made a quiet hiss as it powered up. Three arms spread out on a triangle, electricity sparking invisibly between them. Carefully, he pressed two of the arms to the ground, the third one sitting upright as the other two adjust themselves automatically. Glancing to Dooley for a go-ahead, he set his finger on the trigger of the object. It was similar to road spikes, just more dangerous. Much more dangerous.

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Even after many attempts to sway him, Felix stayed put on top of the the third truck. He had positioned himself to the top of the car with something that couldn’t be seen. So it seemed like he was just sitting on top. He kept watching the surrounding terrain, looking for any signs of danger.

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Dooley may have been lost in thought, but she knew to pay attention. Seeing Derek's glance she nodded slightly. He may be destructive, but Derek was smart. She trusted him to do the right thing. Standing up straight, she motioned to the twins, who turned around to stare at her with their creepy eyes. Dooley couldn't help but shutter. "You two are going to haunt my nightmares forever." She pointed to the entrance. "You're the distraction, remember?" She jogged to join Xaiven, telling him, "Sound the alarm. Tazu will give you a signal, okay?" Xaiven nodded, and headed off to the entrance, crouching behind a rather convenient sandbag. The two twins stood in the entrance of the main area, hands clasped and standing exactly in the middle of the road. Dooley waited in the back, leaning against the wire fence, staring at the road, listening to the rumble of the trucks. She blew her bubble once, let it pop, and grinned. "I believe our guests are arriving."



Bronx was staring at the road listlessly when he suddenly saw two figures standing in the middle of the road. "Hey, stop the truck! There are people out there!" The X-Loyalist driving the car slammed his foot into the brake, sending the both of them careening forward and slamming into the dashboard. There was the hurried sound of the other two cars stopping as well when they realized that the car was coming to a halt. Bronx rubbed his chin that had hit the car, and slowly removed the leather seatbelt that had held him back from seriously injuring himself. He stepped out of the car, looking around and with a loud clunk, stretched out his wings to their full extent.

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Felix’s body jolted forward at the sudden stop of the truck. He almost flew off the truck, but managed to keep a solid grip on whatever part he was holding. He hopped off the truck and examined the road ahead, the twins gave him a bad feeling. He waited for any sort of movement from them.

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Derek squeezed the trigger on the object, and an invisible current of electricity snaked its way across the road. Just in front of the twins, a high voltage tripwire was in place. Had a car touched it, the tires would have popped and the rims would get blackened. If a person touched it, well.. Hospitalization would be the least of their concerns. Pressing something on the tool, Derek shimmied back from it. The trigger was kept and it stood in its own now. Grabbing a second tool, Derek pressed himself against a wall. His backpack was back on his back, and the handles of a few other large objects stuck out enough for him to grab. Priming the tool he had, he got ready to fire. Another electricity tool, it sent pulses of EMP forwards. Useful against weapons, cars, technologically advanced people, and a few other things.

The twins looked up in perfect synchronization, locking eyes with Felix. They seemed empty, almost automated. They spoke in unison with a monotone voice. "Welcome, X-Loyalists, and Diamond Leauge. We have been expecting you." They seemed to flicker, before disappearing and reappearing behind the trucks. It was obvious that their mutation was teleporting. (It definitely added to their rather unsettling nature.) Two X-Loyalists who had stepped out of the truck jumped as the Twins suddenly appeared, nearly falling out of the truck and grabbing onto the doors for support. They teleported again, about a yard away from Bronx. "Let us begin, no?"

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As the twins were serving as a distracion, Tazu was circling above the truck, about 20 feet above it, cawing a few times.

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Derek heard the twins speak, his mind clicking into a new level of awareness. Stepping around the corner, he fired the EMP on his queue. A light shockwave could be felt, and the power to everything that was hit by the wave was cut. Quickly swapping between the EMP and another tool, he pulled another mask up over the first one, preparing himself for the gas grenade. Checking the seal on his goggles, Derek prepared to activate the tool he held. The one use for cutting massive holes in things.