Post by 0 on Nov 14, 2017 19:27:00 GMT
shit. Shit. SHIT.
SunnyD wasn't easily upset.
But this irked him.
This really, REALLY irked him.
Reports were coming in left and right.
Those aligned with Eden doing their job as they always had, only to vanish off the radar.
Stories from the rare few who were able to escape by the skin of their teeth.
Many of their people unable to reach their current hideaway in the capital city, stuck in the wilderness--or worse.
New procedures, new technology.
Evasive maneuvers had to be taken fast, a retreat, a full stop ordered, but it was hard to get the call out in time.
It was already too late.
SunnyD slipped down the cracked manhole, closing it up behind him, and crossing swiftly through the sewers until he found the way into their present subterranean base.
He hurried past throngs of milling folks in the first stony room, human and inhuman alike.
Not many down there were unaware of what was going on, yet it only made the chaos seem even worse, many running round like chickens with their heads cut off, panicked workers rushing with no direction, no clue as to where the fire escapes were.
Brushing past some familiar faces, he disappeared down a squared corridor, poking his head into a dark room filled with flickering blue screens and a trio who looked positively at a loss.
Even SunnyD couldn't hide the worried crease to his brow.
His first instinct was to ask for the numbers, but he knew it would be no good.
They were experiencing their own blackout.
His eyes snapped to one of them, her face more forlorn than ever.
"You need to get out there," SunnyD ordered.
"Everyone human needs to be out on the streets right NOW.
Everyone else needs to be ushered out of the capital or lead here--"
There was a sound, a clatter of footsteps and shouts quickly rising.
"They found us!"
"Shit!"
The monitors in the room snapped, and bulky hard drives began to overheat.
One was left behind while everyone else simply fell into flight-or-fight mode, trying to find their own way out of this mess.
This was what happened when they didn't have a leader, when they weren't able to keep on top of things while Sanctuary was continuously upping their game.
A cursing SunnyD was quick to slip out through a back way, dodging the beams of flashlights and reemerging from another manhole into a dusty alley.
He wiped his fingerprints off the metal with his shirt, but left it open for others as he began to jog down the various side streets criss-crossing the capital city.
He didn't stop to catch his breath until a few blocks later, glancing around for any hint of cameras or enforcers.
SunnyD wasn't easily upset.
But this irked him.
This really, REALLY irked him.
Reports were coming in left and right.
Those aligned with Eden doing their job as they always had, only to vanish off the radar.
Stories from the rare few who were able to escape by the skin of their teeth.
Many of their people unable to reach their current hideaway in the capital city, stuck in the wilderness--or worse.
New procedures, new technology.
Evasive maneuvers had to be taken fast, a retreat, a full stop ordered, but it was hard to get the call out in time.
It was already too late.
SunnyD slipped down the cracked manhole, closing it up behind him, and crossing swiftly through the sewers until he found the way into their present subterranean base.
He hurried past throngs of milling folks in the first stony room, human and inhuman alike.
Not many down there were unaware of what was going on, yet it only made the chaos seem even worse, many running round like chickens with their heads cut off, panicked workers rushing with no direction, no clue as to where the fire escapes were.
Brushing past some familiar faces, he disappeared down a squared corridor, poking his head into a dark room filled with flickering blue screens and a trio who looked positively at a loss.
Even SunnyD couldn't hide the worried crease to his brow.
His first instinct was to ask for the numbers, but he knew it would be no good.
They were experiencing their own blackout.
His eyes snapped to one of them, her face more forlorn than ever.
"You need to get out there," SunnyD ordered.
"Everyone human needs to be out on the streets right NOW.
Everyone else needs to be ushered out of the capital or lead here--"
There was a sound, a clatter of footsteps and shouts quickly rising.
"They found us!"
"Shit!"
The monitors in the room snapped, and bulky hard drives began to overheat.
One was left behind while everyone else simply fell into flight-or-fight mode, trying to find their own way out of this mess.
This was what happened when they didn't have a leader, when they weren't able to keep on top of things while Sanctuary was continuously upping their game.
A cursing SunnyD was quick to slip out through a back way, dodging the beams of flashlights and reemerging from another manhole into a dusty alley.
He wiped his fingerprints off the metal with his shirt, but left it open for others as he began to jog down the various side streets criss-crossing the capital city.
He didn't stop to catch his breath until a few blocks later, glancing around for any hint of cameras or enforcers.
