FuzzyElf
16.2.2003, 15:38:16
- Scan complete. Data retrieved.
- Thanks, April.
Thousands of little white symbols streamed trough the small monitors of my glasses as April showed the data she had gathered. I watched in silence at the small letters and numbers, flying silently across the screen until they stopped and formed the picture of a middle-aged man.
- Our target?
- Yes. Scarecrow alias Johnny O'Connor. 38-years old. Six feet four inches, medium build. Tattoo on left...
- That's enough info. His men and their current location?
- Seven others, scan still in progress. Current location the second floor of Vallot High School, principal's office.
- Cancel the scan on his men. Hostages?
Currently 30, situated in three different classrooms around the office. Total of five men are guarding the hostages.
- Any others around?
- My scan brought up two different teams: two men advancing from north-east and a total of twenty men around the main doors of the school.
- Hmmm... Must be the cops. Snipers and the MAF. The reward?
- Currently Scarecrow's head is listed as being worth 15000$, 32000$ if it still is attached to the body.
- Remind me to reprogram your humour circuits.
- Note added. ETA in one minute.
I relaxed a bit and enjoyed the one-minute flight towards the dark concrete building. The windows had been broken or boarded shut a long time ago. Most of the area was in ruin, with few buildings left standing. A quick thermal scan from April notified me of the lack of human presence on this side of the building. The humming of her motors grew quieter and our speed slowed as we approached the school. There weren't any sings of life on the roof, so April glided over the school roof.
- Happy landings, Jason.
I felt her metallic hands release me as we glided above the school the next time. I felt the air rushing past me before I landed on the concrete roof. I rolled behind an air vent and then quickly looked around: nobody. I pushed a button on my glasses and in a moment I was looking at the blueprints of the school's second floor. Somewhere under my feet there were eight tired, agitated men with full-automatic guns and itching trigger fingers. There were also thirty innocent civilians who had been caught in the middle of this. And the cops, ready to assault at any minute.
- Damn I love challenges.
I ripped the hatch off the air vent and climbed in, going downwards to the target.
- Thanks, April.
Thousands of little white symbols streamed trough the small monitors of my glasses as April showed the data she had gathered. I watched in silence at the small letters and numbers, flying silently across the screen until they stopped and formed the picture of a middle-aged man.
- Our target?
- Yes. Scarecrow alias Johnny O'Connor. 38-years old. Six feet four inches, medium build. Tattoo on left...
- That's enough info. His men and their current location?
- Seven others, scan still in progress. Current location the second floor of Vallot High School, principal's office.
- Cancel the scan on his men. Hostages?
Currently 30, situated in three different classrooms around the office. Total of five men are guarding the hostages.
- Any others around?
- My scan brought up two different teams: two men advancing from north-east and a total of twenty men around the main doors of the school.
- Hmmm... Must be the cops. Snipers and the MAF. The reward?
- Currently Scarecrow's head is listed as being worth 15000$, 32000$ if it still is attached to the body.
- Remind me to reprogram your humour circuits.
- Note added. ETA in one minute.
I relaxed a bit and enjoyed the one-minute flight towards the dark concrete building. The windows had been broken or boarded shut a long time ago. Most of the area was in ruin, with few buildings left standing. A quick thermal scan from April notified me of the lack of human presence on this side of the building. The humming of her motors grew quieter and our speed slowed as we approached the school. There weren't any sings of life on the roof, so April glided over the school roof.
- Happy landings, Jason.
I felt her metallic hands release me as we glided above the school the next time. I felt the air rushing past me before I landed on the concrete roof. I rolled behind an air vent and then quickly looked around: nobody. I pushed a button on my glasses and in a moment I was looking at the blueprints of the school's second floor. Somewhere under my feet there were eight tired, agitated men with full-automatic guns and itching trigger fingers. There were also thirty innocent civilians who had been caught in the middle of this. And the cops, ready to assault at any minute.
- Damn I love challenges.
I ripped the hatch off the air vent and climbed in, going downwards to the target.