Sept 24, 2017 0:55:00 GMT -7
Post by Ezra Oak on Sept 24, 2017 0:55:00 GMT -7
The argument had been heated. No one in the small group of Gnosis members could agree on the timing, let alone the beginnings of the methodology or how they were going to sustain this project once they pulled it off. One had suggested hijacking a train car. Another had thought to create a fake accident in broad daylight and shooing onlookers away with the excuse of ‘official business, magic related’. Another had simply offered the cunning use of a giant sheet.
The one thing they could agree on was that it was big. The mutated animal, identified as a “cow probably”, was about the combined size of all three of them and it was a little hard to miss for it. This was ignoring the fact that its four stomachs glowed with internal fire. Which grew brighter when it was excited or happy or given a bit of grass. Leading it was easy enough by employing a flashing light after it had been calmed down with a heated blanket, but bringing it to the new Gnosis lab without anyone noticing was going to be a little like trying to inconspicuously carry a flashing neon sign across town.
But that was going to be their problem. Halfway through the shouting match of how everyone was going to get anything done, Ezra had thrown up his hands and volunteered to cause a distraction on the other side of town, and the rest would be up to them.
There was this one office in the government district. Four suits had gotten around their bobble-head, paper clip covered desks and dreamed up the bright idea that Gnosis didn’t need to exist anymore. Not online, not on the streets, and so had begun pulling the organization's research, their blood, sweat, and tears from the internet and trying to get some legislature passed that would limit one of the rarer chemicals they’d been looking into ever since one popular Gnosis member suggested it might possibly maybe cause magic when it got in someone’s drinking water. Ezra thought the member’s hypothesis was broken in its best spots, worthy of being set ablaze at its worst, but this wasn’t about whether a fellow underground scientist was right or not. It was a matter of principal. The money bags couldn’t be allowed to stop perfectly good crazy research with their law pens and official stamps because next time it could be his theory that was being legislatively screwed with, and so tonight he’d be killing two birds with one stone. Metaphorically, that was.
The security cameras in the area were down, and even if they weren’t, all they’d pick up was a form in all black, a black cloth mask covering his face under his hood and the bulges of a voice augmentor under that. The first packet had been smoothly slid from his jacket into place below the first desk, and the second and third under two more. A fourth had been placed in the power box on the far wall between the wires and flashing lights. All was set, and all that was left was to get out of the way. Quickly.
Ezra left the office at a run, dividing his attention just enough to pull out his phone and bring up the app that, with the press of an on-screen button, would complete the job. Just a little further and he’d be out of range of the blast.
The one thing they could agree on was that it was big. The mutated animal, identified as a “cow probably”, was about the combined size of all three of them and it was a little hard to miss for it. This was ignoring the fact that its four stomachs glowed with internal fire. Which grew brighter when it was excited or happy or given a bit of grass. Leading it was easy enough by employing a flashing light after it had been calmed down with a heated blanket, but bringing it to the new Gnosis lab without anyone noticing was going to be a little like trying to inconspicuously carry a flashing neon sign across town.
But that was going to be their problem. Halfway through the shouting match of how everyone was going to get anything done, Ezra had thrown up his hands and volunteered to cause a distraction on the other side of town, and the rest would be up to them.
There was this one office in the government district. Four suits had gotten around their bobble-head, paper clip covered desks and dreamed up the bright idea that Gnosis didn’t need to exist anymore. Not online, not on the streets, and so had begun pulling the organization's research, their blood, sweat, and tears from the internet and trying to get some legislature passed that would limit one of the rarer chemicals they’d been looking into ever since one popular Gnosis member suggested it might possibly maybe cause magic when it got in someone’s drinking water. Ezra thought the member’s hypothesis was broken in its best spots, worthy of being set ablaze at its worst, but this wasn’t about whether a fellow underground scientist was right or not. It was a matter of principal. The money bags couldn’t be allowed to stop perfectly good crazy research with their law pens and official stamps because next time it could be his theory that was being legislatively screwed with, and so tonight he’d be killing two birds with one stone. Metaphorically, that was.
The security cameras in the area were down, and even if they weren’t, all they’d pick up was a form in all black, a black cloth mask covering his face under his hood and the bulges of a voice augmentor under that. The first packet had been smoothly slid from his jacket into place below the first desk, and the second and third under two more. A fourth had been placed in the power box on the far wall between the wires and flashing lights. All was set, and all that was left was to get out of the way. Quickly.
Ezra left the office at a run, dividing his attention just enough to pull out his phone and bring up the app that, with the press of an on-screen button, would complete the job. Just a little further and he’d be out of range of the blast.