Now the reason the enlightened prince and the wise general conquer the enemy whenever they move and their achievements surpass those of ordinary men is foreknowledge. Sun Tzu
Being able to tap into the compounds vast surveillance network made
Slayer's job all the more easier. Through tapping their network he had access to all of their cameras and audio recording equipment. The meeting got pretty heated. It seemed likely that they would come to blows at any second. He noticed an individual who came rushing to Magnus's side. He whispered something in his ear. Slayer could not quite make it out. As the guest started to depart, he was capturing as many face shots as possible. He had nearly everybody logged and had most of their voice prints. Then with out warning he lost all data feeds from the security system.
Leaning back in his chair he reached up to his sleeve side pocket and pulled out a pack of lucky strike cigarettes and his zippo and lit a smoke. He turned to his laptop and brought up a command prompt. He typed in the following command C:\BULLRUN/Hardhatmax and hit enter. He quickly unplugged the portable hard drive and shoved it into his side pant pocket of his fatigues. Making sure the command was working he waited a few seconds until he saw smoke rising from the machines. Everything was being fried.
Reaching under the table he pulled forward a duffel bag and unzipped it. From it he grabbed his Katana sliding it into it's sheath strapped to his back. He then pulled out his Colt 1911 pistol placing it into it's holster strapped to his leg as well as a few spare clips into their holsters on the opposite leg. Finally he pulled out his grandfathers trusty old Thompson submachine gun and three 100 round drum magazines.
Many would consider them relics but Slayer knew from past experiences that when in close quarters with such beasts it was more important to have stopping power than accuracy. Besides the rounds in the Thompson and his pistol were interchangeable. He was also using the newer more powerful .45 Super cartridges. The 45 Super cartridge is dimensionally identical with the older .45 round, but offers 300 foot per second improvement in muzzle velocity.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small remote control. With his
thumb he flicked up the toggle cover and thumbed the red button. Off in the distance he could hear several muffled explosions from outside.
Simultaneously the city’s main power supply line to the compound was severed and the interior primary back up power generator was fried. Slayer
waited as the power faded and the emergency lights kicked on. He stood up and pulled out a backpack and strapped in on. He took one last drag off of his smoke and crushed it out then attached the drum magazine and pulled back the bolt...
OK boys and girls its show time...
[edit on 28-8-2009 by SLAYER69]


Slowly skirting along the wall he made his way back to the elevator. Setting
the Thompson off to the side, he needed to use both hands to pry the doors open. He was about to look down the shaft when a large clawed hand grabbed
him by the throat and shoved him backwards against the wall with enough force to drive him through the drywall into the adjacent office. The force of
the impact almost knocked the wind out of him. He struggled to reach his pistol. He was then flung violently sideways like a rag doll.
Turning away he covered his eyes and listened for the tell tale bang. Then
he ran into the room. Hanging upside down from the ceiling the creature was not affected by the flash bang one bit. It didn't matter Slayer had his
head at point blank range and fired off 7 rounds rapidly. The creatures head came apart splattering blood and matter all over the walls. Slayer backed
up and changed clips as the body fell and crumpled on the floor.
With a tremendously jarring action he was grabbed from behind and thrown
against some filing cabinets. Something grabbed his backpack, picked him up with it and flung him through a closed door head first. His helmet
shattered the door as he broke through and landed on his chest with a thud. Catching his breath he quickly rolled over and fired off a small three
round burst. He landed one in the head and two in the chest. The impacts from the high velocity rounds knocked the creature back a few feet against
the wall. Trying not to give away his position by firing anymore rounds than he had to. He tossed the Thompson to one side.
Unslinging his Thompson he barely had time to gain his bearings when he
heard a loud shriek from behind. He spun around and squeezed off a few rounds knocking the creature back a bit.
Zach seeing the human lower his weapon thought to himself how brave or
stupid of him...
Slayer made his way to a manhole opening about a hundred yards further down
the sewer. Making sure he would not be seen he quickly climbed out and ran down a nearby side street to where he had parked. Removing all his gear he
closed the trunk and drove off. The adrenaline rush he had been on slowly faded and he felt drained as the sun slowly rose.
Being overly tired and sore Slayer was slightly startled by the computers
voice. Accepting his response as a reply the doors unlocked. The flats automated environmental controls activated. The lights came on and classic rock
started playing. Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven was on. He walked in and went straight for the bar. Grabbing a bottle of scotch he filled a glass
with some ice from the dispenser poured himself a full glass. Taking the bottle with him. He walked passed a portrait of his grandfather on his way to
the office and master bedroom upstairs.
Walking into the adjacent master bathroom he removed his shirt, raising his
right arm he twisted to the side. He Looked into the mirror, he could see the purplish black signs of severely bruised ribs.
