1937 Too Easy?
"Quickly! This way!" "He's getting away!"
The police remained in hot pursuit and the media with their itching ears somehow got the school on the matter too. Hahahahahaha~
Larkstar was in a good mood. Larkstar had to thank Baymard for its freeness when circulating information. From the maps to even the creation of the Internet, they have allowed him and his group to gather information faster than normal. Reaching the alleyway, Larkstar vanished in a twinkle of an eye, knowing he was about to be the first Assassin to succeed in a SSS-class mission involving Baymard.
But little did he know that not all information one sees on the internet,... was true.
My, my, my~... What a glorious day to be alive. …
On the other side, Larkstar's group had used the famous tweezer method for climbing the towering close-knitted crisscross metal fence. Their muscles were bulging and their finger's looked jacked, as if they went to do separate workouts from their bodies. The grip… the strength .. the control it takes to keep your body ascending higher with just tweezers in your fingers. Know that gravity also played a vital role the higher they climbed.
Several people already had their backs drenched in sweat from the strain. Hup. Hup! The gang finally entered the vast space that had 12 incredulous buildings, 7 of which were hangers and the rest were buildings for workers, package dropoff and warehouse storage. They infiltrated the walls just behind one of the warehouses. The warehouse was obviously closed, meaning they could only hide here for so long before someone found them. Looking up on the walls, they spotted one of those bizarre round surveillance cameras high up. Fortunately, the red lights weren't facing their way. But not for long. Several people ran towards the cameras just before the red lights could focus their attention to their original spots. Now, standing directly below these cameras, they leaned in the side of the building, as if wanting to become one with the walls. Their hearts were throbbing, their bodies sweaty, and their minds became sharp in this crazy moment. .
Time seemed to flow too slowly when watching the red eye in the sky slowly churn it's wheels in the opposite direction. Easy does it… easy does it… 1, 2, 3… Phew~
Several people relaxed their chests, feeling less burdened than before. From their studies, the red lights stay at one place for 1 minute before switching positions again. Go!!!!"
Swish! The group jumped, ducked, slid, crawled and advanced in all ways they could. And the fact that the guards still acted the same way they typically did without any change, gave the group more confidence in their skills. 'Hmph! What a bunch of wastes!' Many of these men, inwardly taunted. These Baymardians rely too much on their technology, underestimating the great minds of killers like them. What's so hard in studying and understanding the movements surrounding these so-called surveillance cameras? These men secretly raised their chests high, slipping and sliding through the spaces between each building until they reached a targeted building they planned to attack. Just then, they witnessed the massive Hanger doors slant and open wide, revealing an enormous vast space within. And from afar, they could already spot several sleek transport planes. Eh! What was this? "Alright guys!" One Baymardian in Blue worker jumper came out from the hanger and waved to the guards at the far end. "Guys, I'm the last one out! As usual, keep the doors open for at least 4 hours so that the work I did there can dry out!!" The worker yelled loudly, waving to the guards very, very far away. "No problem, Benjy! You can go home now!!... And happy holidays!!"
… That was how the conversation went, cashing the men hidden away to smile. They were just wondering how they would sneak into the hangar and steal a chopper, but who knew that even mother Luck herself was by their side? But although they have been cocky lately, they must ensure they can successfully get into the hangers without being noticed. After all, the hangar's doors are facing the guards. The 2nd in command nodded at his men, who in turn took in deep breaths before moving out. Swish! The air whistled, but no one was around to hear it. The cameras moved, but the men avoided them with vigilance. And then, all of them successfully entered the hangar every second the guards turned their faces away. 'Amazing!' Several of them looked at the many majestic and sturdy aircrafts with greed. If possible, they would love to take them all away. One has to see it, to believe it. "Whitebrow, can you believe your eyes?" one of them murmured, finding himself in a fantasy world. Yes, to him, being surrounded by so many godly aircrafts was indeed a fantasy. What hot-blooded man who's got blood coursing through his veins would not want to own this all? Tsk. These Baymardians sure knew how to create miracles. It was no wonder they got the help of the many UN empires to keep sending soldiers to Baymard to protect the place. Several people's eyes enlarged like baseball's when advancing towards the towering machines around them. They had to admit that from afar, these aircrafts really looked smaller. Only when one goes close enough does one know how mighty they are. .
"Which one do we take?" The man called Whitebrow questioned. He was called Whitebrow because from birth, his brows have always been white, despite his blond hair. "That one." The second in command answered, pointing to the moderate sized aircraft with 3 propellers: 1 at its nose, and 2 on its sides.
But just when they were about to advance further, the hangar's door suddenly closed at a phenomenal rate and everyone's pupils suddenly dilated, knowing something was off. Bah!~ All the lights in the very back of the hangar came on, and now… the group realized there were over 200 guards sitting, leaning and relaxing inside with slight smiles on their lips. "Well now… don't mind little old us… go on, take the aircraft. We DARE YOU." "_"