Luke scowled, watching the train race through the foothills through his night vision goggles. As Alpha of his squad Luke was considered the most experienced and dangerous man on his team, but with the UA's high turnover rate all that equaled out to was Luke being a mage for 11 months longer than the rest of his grunts. This was his first heavy duty mission, and already he felt like he had stepped into a mess far bigger than he expected. Some days, it was rough being a member of Underground Atlantis.
"Sir, Gauss sends word that the high-security prisoner is being transported on the 5th car down. Magnetic locks, titanium and armor-resistant shells, looks to be spell-warded as well." The young boy Adams made a face and a small sign of the cross. "It says they have a Minister on board to personally guard this prisoner, are you sure we can handle this?"
Luke spits, that looked like a grizzled war thing to do in his mind and he wanted to give a good first impression to his grunts. "We're the first, last and best line of defense this planets got. We've been killin' these bastards for years, and no high-ranking Minister is gonna change the fact we're gonna get out job done." He takes a breath, hoping the men can't see his shaking hands.
They 5 others beneath him seem pleased enough with the display, they all emulate his actions and spit in the direction of the oncoming train. Not wasting a moment, they all silently break camp at the same breakneck that it was established. Equipping their rifles and activating their invisibility cloaks, they disappear from sight as they hop up on their cycles. Revving the engines they dart from atop the cliff-face, chasing alongside the tracks until the train catches up.
The training of the men, while fresh and new, is well displayed as each man jumps from the bike and all six land atop the speeding vehicle with minimal fuss. Drawing handguns and blades, they waste no time to kick in an emergency shoot and take the fight to the enemy. The fighting is short but intense, two of the six UA soldiers fall to the spells of the enemy but their deaths are avenged by their comrades in quick order.
Luke pauses, catching his breath and wiping the blood from his face. The train car was secured, but the cost was still high. "Adams, status report?"
"Defenses untriggered, they don't know we're here." Adam was pale, his first deaths still fresh on his soul. His eyes looks liked he was on the verge of tears. "Sir...who is this prisoner? Who's worth this cost?"
Luke scowls a bit, but seeing the pain he calms himself. "Dunno, some Mage. The higher-ups think this persons important, so we do as well." He reaches out and pats the young mans shoulder, hoping to calm and give him a sign of respect.
Adams gives a small smile and turns to his computer. He takes a breath and starts to type quickly, becoming focused and intense. "Alright, the locks should be hacked, unlocking in 10...9...8..."
As Adams counts down, the others prepare quickly. Blades brought up, ready to take on the Minister behind that door and free the prisoner behind it. As the door countdown reaches its climax and slides open, their greeted by the face of their terror himself.
The Minister pauses a moment, before collapsing from the huge bullet wound in his chest and back. Standing behind him is a woman coolly sheathing the two handguns beneath her trench coat, pulling down her fedora in greeting and a small smile touches her face.
"My heroes." Her voice is husky, thick like a long term smoker but still warm and inviting. She reaches into a pocket of her Noir-style outfit and draws a lighter and cigarette, taking a long drag of the lit stick and letting the smoke out with a lazy haze from her nostrils. She looks deadly and friendly all at the same time, and the remaining four UA members step back.
"Any of you know the way back to Canada? I think I made a wrong turn in a Convocation."
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