12 Heads up

“I’m heading out,” Alastor said as he snatched back his sword back, resting against the wall. He goes out, pulling the door. Tin as of now is assembling her weapon as she gave a slight nod sitting and staring back to the building.

Alastor looked down the building, his eyes scanned the railways, looking for transportation, and then there came a shrill noise coming from the train. Its wheels flashing as it breaks and finally, it halted.

He took a deep breath, a long howl of sighed. He took out his grappling hook and then without thinking twice – he jumped. Reaching the desired height – he shot his grappling hook at the nearby building, swaying around it, and landed on top of the train. He landed and entered the dark shabby carriage. He closed the door, his sword rested – supported by the dusty ground. He sat and in a few seconds his eyes felt heavy and before he could notice, he fell into slumber.

When Alastor heard the sharp whistle, he sat up in a more comfortable position. The rumbling wooden floor and the roar of the engine disturbed his nap, but then he took caution as he might miss the destination of their mission. His eyes around the unlit cargo, and quickly looked at his wristwatch, finally the handset pointed to ten o’clock in the evening.

He peeks at the slightly closed wooden door and notices that the destination is near. Beneath him, he could feel the train motions are gradually slowing. He lowered his hands to the ground, standing up from resting his back in the quaking wall. The train breaks and Alastor holds the pole to not lose balance. After it finally stopped, he reclaimed his sword.

His fingerless gloves reach out the taut red leather that surrounds the thin handle of the double-edged silver sword, he swings it from left to right, passes onto his other hand, testing the weight and its balance. When he’s finally satisfied with its features, he slung it back to the scabbard.

Once the train locomotives were drawn to halt, he opened the door. The doors were weak as it was made only of wood and could be opened easily. It is not surprising that this extension of the train was used as a carriage of transportation of foods as they do not want to waste money.

He stepped out from the shabby carriage into the outside of the shadowy edge of the buildings that were a few meters away from the chemical factory. Only a few lamps shine their light and the others are stuttering, some of it is making a buzzing noise.

Just as he slowly walked away from the train, the engine started to rumble and move at the narrow path. He swiftly moved as the passengers might have seen and thought of him as a suspicious person. He quickly enters an alley. The destination is not that far and could be reached by using a car but it would be suspicious if they use it to get there, add to it, around the place was supposed to be only buildings and if you think of it, it’s already late, so they decided to divide and designate their roles.

He takes cover as soon as the presence of the guards showed up. There were only three of them, but they couldn’t be underestimated, they have guns and they wear a tight dark tuxedo. “Well, that’s not suspicious.” Alastor was astounded by the outfits of the enemies. His presence was hardly noticed as his dark tight jacket camouflage at the shadow of the wall.

He wore the mask and placed the headphone to his ears and sought to call his accomplice. The operating system is functioning smoothly, just as expected from the talent of the computer expert. The phone begins to vibrate in each member of the party.

“Hey, sup?!” Ken energetically replied.

“Where are you right now?” Alastor questioned him.

“Wait, are supposed the two of you should be joining together?” asked Tin.

“Wait, we’re supposed to be in the same location?” Alastor surprisingly asked.

“Ken you idiot! You should’ve joined Alastor!” Linda irately replied.

“Dude, it’s not entirely my fault. It was Al who first jumped at the train and didn’t wait for me.” Ken excused.

“Do you realize that if he waits for you then he would’ve the same as you?” Linda calmed herself and didn’t want to make a commotion as it would likely distract them from the mission.

“Look we all have one chance to expose this guy and if we screw up then likely we will have a hard time meeting him again.”

Ken let out a sigh and apologized, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll just follow Al. I’ll just take a reroute.”

The ground scape of the plantation is big, as its size is comparable to a district. Many warehouses are operational, but it seems that some of them were not used.

The menacing silhouette behind the building emerges largely in the shadow, the undercover branch of Kelby Hives.

Alastor patiently waited for those three to divide their way. He was about to engage the enemy, but Cid stopped him, “There’s a watchman at the rear, how could you not see it?”

Alastor gazes at the top and noticed it, “Of course, the security. Tin, take him down.”

In an abandoned eight storey building, sitting, and watching out in the small compartment, just a few blocks away from the plantation, Tin is preparing her sniper, reloading the magazine, but instead of bullets, it was injections.

“Roger.” She attached the stands and crouch. The scope of her sniper adjusted to the target and when finally focused; she pulled the trigger. The timing is perfect, the hooligan landed gently at the chair, seemingly that occurrence is normal.

Another enemy is coming to his way, the other two must be checking other alleyways. As the enemy gets closer, Alastor jumps in front of the foe and jabs his Adam’s apple, flinching the movements, followed up by continuous punches that knock him down. The enemy was left sprawled awkwardly on the concrete podium. At the end of the narrow alleyway, he could see the guard flying and made a light thud as it fell on the ground. The silhouette of the man revealed himself once the light reached his dark face mask. Clad in a tight jacket along with plain pants, its knuckles brimming in light.

Alastor gestured that there is one enemy left. Ken nodded. Alastor begins to jog across the platform. The dull thumping of his military boots echoing in the yard alarmed the last guard and immediately came back from the alley he came. There is no one, thinking that it must be his imagination, he decides to go back to the station and as he turns back, the silhouette of two men emerge from the darkness. Before he could react, both knocked him down.

“You sure it’s okay to leave them here?” asked Ken.

“Try answering your question,” Al said in an emotionless voice. Gary throws him a look.

“No, we must hide the bodies, covering the possibility of suspicion,” Alastor replied. Ken let out a sigh, scratching his scrawny dark hair.

“Ok then, you go first. I’ll take care of these.”

Alastor turns his gaze to him and asked, “Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry, besides, Tin is up there, she’ll watch out of me.”

Tin replied, “Right.”

Alastor nodded and proceeded with caution. He jogs towards the entrance at the rear of the location, but the entry requires a member’s login, Alastor pulls a small square piece of machinery out of his pouch, the device that keeps blinking, and then places it to the screen. “I’m on it.” Cid started to fiddle with his laptop and a bunch of binaries showed up, “Damn, how the hell did I end up helping them?”

“How are we doing Cid?” Alastor asked.

“Oh. Me? Nah I’m fine, just watching’ po--”

Alastor coldly intercepted, “That’s not it. I’m talking about security.”

“Oh, there’s not that many securities at the rear entrance of the place. Just be careful, sometimes guards were roaming there.” Cid added. Cid is currently hiding inside the Van around some part of abandoned buildings. He pressed the cancel button of a tab and focused back on the mission.