Post by illirica on May 15, 2022 15:07:56 GMT
The target was the First Grand Community College. The name seemed quite ostentatious, until one realized that it was named for being on the intersection of First Street and Grand Avenue. One did wonder, though, if the original builders had claimed that particular property lot for precisely that reason.
One wondered, anyway, but those wonderings had all happened some time ago, not here, not now. She was the one who wondered, the one who thought, the one who asked the questions and probed and experimented. She was not here now. She was tucked away, elsewhere, safe.
He knew that she was safe, and yet it bothered him. He should have been there with her, protecting her. She was his sister. It was his duty to keep her safe, his singular goal. He had failed her at that, so many times, when they were young. He would not fail her again. He would have preferred to protect her, but she needed him here, and so he would carry out her will - as many times as she asked it of him, whatever she asked of him.
The inside of his head felt cool, no doubt the work of the tiny fluid lines scattered along the wiring, keeping everything from overheating as electronics prepared his mind for what was to come. He could think faster - react faster, process information faster, much in the same way as a computer. It was not quite to that level, but it was an edge, one that would help him protect her, one that would help him see the best way to achieve her goals. The inside of his mind whirred, more literally than some others, and he took stock of the situation as he arrived, sitting in a parked car with his head bowed over a phone and a pair of earbuds in his ears, at a glance indistinguishable from so many other students.
The community college boasted four buildings, loosely divided into the nursing building - medical focused classes, certainly an object of interest; the technical building - shop and automotive classes, the primary location of interest; the administrative building - oversight for the college, not something that he needed to concern himself with; and the general building - a catch-all for other classes, anything from English to contemporary painting.
His sister had expressed interest in both mechanical components and materials and medical supplies, and so that made his targets obvious. Medical supplies were likely to be more fragile, and so that was the secondary target, as he would not want to be carrying those while raiding the shop classes. His sister had taken the time to walk through the buildings earlier and so he was well aware of where he wanted to go. Community colleges were not particularly known for their security, after all. His eyes watched the phone screen in his lap, not at all focused on the music video playing for camouflage. No, he was watching the clock.
There was, after all, another event to be considered. His sister had coordinated things so that both attacks would happen simultaneously, limiting the possible responses to both events. Having arranged that with the others, however, her directive to him had been to wait until the other event began, letting the flashier ship heist draw attention away from what they were doing.
The time approached, and he waited still until the numbers were correct, then left the sanctuary of the vehicle behind and walked, purposefully, towards the technical building, a backpack over one shoulder just like any other student. His sister's modifications garnered a few stares as he walked across campus, but he said nothing. After all, soon she would help them all understand what they could become, just like he had become something beyond what he had once been.
It was not long at all before his heavy foot intersected the center of the door to one of the shop storage rooms. It was not locked, but he kicked it in anyway. This was the tactical ploy, ensuring that his exit path remained open to him.
An objection of "Hey, what are you-?" from a passing student was truncated just as quickly with an open hand to the solar plexus, strong enough to thrust the young man back and leave him on the floor, attempting to regain his breath. Initial opposition neutralized, the Embodiment of Her Will stepped into the storage area, searching through the various bins and beginning to toss coils of gold wire and other electronic components into the backpack.
He would get her what she needed, and do as she had asked. Always.
OC
-This takes place at the same time as "Crime at Sea" so please pick one of the two events for your character, not both.
-I'm saving spots for Azra and Luna since they're running the other event, but aside from them max 2 others so that the two events are reasonably split.
One wondered, anyway, but those wonderings had all happened some time ago, not here, not now. She was the one who wondered, the one who thought, the one who asked the questions and probed and experimented. She was not here now. She was tucked away, elsewhere, safe.
He knew that she was safe, and yet it bothered him. He should have been there with her, protecting her. She was his sister. It was his duty to keep her safe, his singular goal. He had failed her at that, so many times, when they were young. He would not fail her again. He would have preferred to protect her, but she needed him here, and so he would carry out her will - as many times as she asked it of him, whatever she asked of him.
The inside of his head felt cool, no doubt the work of the tiny fluid lines scattered along the wiring, keeping everything from overheating as electronics prepared his mind for what was to come. He could think faster - react faster, process information faster, much in the same way as a computer. It was not quite to that level, but it was an edge, one that would help him protect her, one that would help him see the best way to achieve her goals. The inside of his mind whirred, more literally than some others, and he took stock of the situation as he arrived, sitting in a parked car with his head bowed over a phone and a pair of earbuds in his ears, at a glance indistinguishable from so many other students.
The community college boasted four buildings, loosely divided into the nursing building - medical focused classes, certainly an object of interest; the technical building - shop and automotive classes, the primary location of interest; the administrative building - oversight for the college, not something that he needed to concern himself with; and the general building - a catch-all for other classes, anything from English to contemporary painting.
His sister had expressed interest in both mechanical components and materials and medical supplies, and so that made his targets obvious. Medical supplies were likely to be more fragile, and so that was the secondary target, as he would not want to be carrying those while raiding the shop classes. His sister had taken the time to walk through the buildings earlier and so he was well aware of where he wanted to go. Community colleges were not particularly known for their security, after all. His eyes watched the phone screen in his lap, not at all focused on the music video playing for camouflage. No, he was watching the clock.
There was, after all, another event to be considered. His sister had coordinated things so that both attacks would happen simultaneously, limiting the possible responses to both events. Having arranged that with the others, however, her directive to him had been to wait until the other event began, letting the flashier ship heist draw attention away from what they were doing.
The time approached, and he waited still until the numbers were correct, then left the sanctuary of the vehicle behind and walked, purposefully, towards the technical building, a backpack over one shoulder just like any other student. His sister's modifications garnered a few stares as he walked across campus, but he said nothing. After all, soon she would help them all understand what they could become, just like he had become something beyond what he had once been.
It was not long at all before his heavy foot intersected the center of the door to one of the shop storage rooms. It was not locked, but he kicked it in anyway. This was the tactical ploy, ensuring that his exit path remained open to him.
An objection of "Hey, what are you-?" from a passing student was truncated just as quickly with an open hand to the solar plexus, strong enough to thrust the young man back and leave him on the floor, attempting to regain his breath. Initial opposition neutralized, the Embodiment of Her Will stepped into the storage area, searching through the various bins and beginning to toss coils of gold wire and other electronic components into the backpack.
He would get her what she needed, and do as she had asked. Always.
OC
-This takes place at the same time as "Crime at Sea" so please pick one of the two events for your character, not both.
-I'm saving spots for Azra and Luna since they're running the other event, but aside from them max 2 others so that the two events are reasonably split.
