ataxia (insurge) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-01-09 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [01] january, elliot, rae |
Liberty attack
WHO: Ataxia, Elliot, Rae, David, Andreas Alghren (NPC).
WHAT: The Liberty Island attack; the death of Andreas Alghren.
WHERE: The Liberty Island safehouse.
WHEN: 01/11/19; same time as this.
RATING: Medium/high for language, violence and death.
STATUS: In progress.
Ataxia had known that it would only be a matter of time. Theoretically, Ellis Island had been the smartest place to hide; it was an island for one, and for two, he'd known that Liberty would be the one that the government claimed. Symbolism or some pathetic shit like that. The Statue of Liberty was some epic symbol and having a ragtag group of chicken shits making a home there was supposedly even more symbolic. Liberty. Right. How was it that not a single person in that "safe" house was aware that they were a giant walking oxymoron?
Ellis Island was safer. It wasn't monitored by the government, for one. You didn't have to sign in and out before you left, for two (because Ataxia could see you leaving on his surveillance system) and for three? You had to be immune to be there. Ataxia made every single person in his group submit to a bite test. Forced them to walk into a group of infected, just as he had, and be bitten. He wasn't going to have any possible non-immune weak-links muddying up his space. They'd lost more than their fair share of good people that way, but that was the price of war at the end of the world, he always figured.
Tactically, the best way to do this was to ride their motorboat back to land and trade it in for a rowboat, then hit Liberty disguised as a group of survivors moving. As the boat came to a stop at the Liberty Island dock, Ataxia took a quick headcount of his crew. Comparing the numbers of who walked in and who came back to Ellis with him would be easier that way. Twelve. Enough to cause a real stink. He inwardly affirmed this number and then walked confidently up to the Liberty Island guard standing at the gate. They could do this. It was no big issue.
"Names?" the rather taciturn looking guard asked.
Ataxia had thought this through. The group each had designated names to give to the guard; they were split into three families of two and the rest of them were singular entities. He himself went by his birth name; knowing that he had never been in any sort of government system didn't hurt. "Tyce Prescott," he announced, waiting as the rest of his family gave their "names" and grinning wryly when the guard fell for it.
And just like that, they were in.
It was their own fault. Ataxia had seen the direction the boat had come from last week, and even if he hadn't, his cameras had picked it up easily. They had to know that their insolence wouldn't go unpunished. Their first step was to walk into a small building near the front entrance to the safehouse and change into their attack clothes. Ataxia's choice of mask today was a tiger, for symbolism, and his choice of dress was bright. With that settled, he gave orders to his men and busted through the front door of the safe house.
The woman on his left fired three gunshots at the ceiling, and Ataxia shouted out. "EVERYBODY DOWN AND NO ONE GETS HURT."
Whether or not anyone listened? Well, that determined how smoothly this would go.