Message #44452

[Mustang MKIII]

Stray Sheep Cpt 7
Lucian Belmont

   “Police are on their way to the false alarms. XYZ’s power is down and the fog machines are up. The operation has begun. Remember people the first priority is to lock down the first floor. After anyone and everyone on the ground floor is pacified, Ramirez and Udina will blockade the stairs to make sure no one escapes. Belmont, Michaels, and Davis will go to the eighth floor to erase the footage on the security cameras when the power is restored. Animus and everyone else will head up to the fifteenth floor to the broadcasting studio. The power will be restored when Animus confirms his team is in the studio, and then he will broadcast our message. The power will then be shut back off as we make our escape. Remember I won’t be able to see anyone until the power is back on. Pacify anyone in your way, but don’t kill. Keep chatter to a minimum it’ll add to the fear effect. Adair out.”

   Animus probably gave her a script. She is good at telling people what to do though.

   A security guard. Turn on glove, then thrust left palm into his gut, shut glove off, and restrain him with cable ties around his wrists and ankles. Kind of fat. Couldn’t even get his shock baton out.

   There’s an old looking janitor trying to find his way out of the bathroom. I think his hair is grey, but it’s hard to tell in the dark. Gut thrust and cable ties. Rinse, wash, and repeat.

   First floor is secure. That’s right, Ramirez and Udina are guarding the stairs behind us to make sure no one escapes. Davis and Michaels are with me to secure the security room.

   “Belmont, Davis, Michaels. There are twelve offices on the eighth floor and three security guards. Search the offices one by one and pacify anyone you see. Animus could capture the broadcast room at any moment. You won’t have the element of surprise for very long. The police are starting to figure out the bank alarms are fake. We’ve got about thirty minutes before they investigate why the biggest news station in Querra went to static at 6:30. Adair out.”

   Four rooms each. A dark skinned guy in a suit. Thrust and cable ties. Like clockwork. Four each. Just thrust and cable ties. Men and women collecting a paycheck in these small dark offices. We’ve probably traumatized them.

   ****! The door to security has a key card lock.

   “Hey. The door to security is locked with a key card.”

   “No, just open the door. These locks only work if there is power. It’s the same set up Ramirez has at the apartments.” Davis is apparently more observant than I give her credit for.

   Whoa! Those guards sure do come out swinging. They probably heard us taking care of the office works.  That one almost got me in the face.

   “Black Sheep? Bullshit! This ain’t some fairy tale!" These guys kind of suck. Just swinging their shock batons like their swatting at flies. Got him. I probably shouldn’t have smacked him in the face though, but Michaels and Davis are tying up their guards now and we really don’t have time to waste on being gentle. I wish the lighting was better so I could see the look on my guard’s face.

   “Hey, let us go!” Man, he's still noisy even after getting shocked. Not like they can do anything right now.

   Oh, the lights are on. Animus must’ve reached the broadcast room. Ha, my guard is purple-faced.

   Okay, footage erased and recording stopped. There’s the message.

   “Citizens of Querra. I am the Black Sheep. I am the harbinger of equality. The vanguard of change. The animus of an oppressed people. People of Querra, if you are tired of the Sheep-Shepherd system stand up and fight alongside me. If you are tired of being told that you aren’t good enough because you have the integrity and restraint to refuse to harm the defenseless, then stand up and fight alongside me. I have by removing those complacent and unwilling to fight oppression already began to help make Querra a better place. However, with all of my efforts those most grievous offenders are outside of my reach. I will require assistance in bringing those politicians to justice. I tried to destroy an indoctrination center in the flames of cleansing justice, but that too is out of my reach. Citizens of Querra, lend me your ears. Lend me your hands. Take to the streets. Oust the oppressors; destroy those so-called schools to keep them from indoctrinating our youth. You good people have been wronged for generations on end. Assist me in making things right.”

   “Go! Go! The police are on the way! Adair out.”

   Well it’s time to get outta here.