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[b][center]Engineering, New Anchorage CC
[color=gray][[ Around 0200 Hours ]][/color] 
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It was time.

The phrase repeated itself in the back of his mind as he picked up his feet, walking calmly throughout the corridors of the sub-levels as he held up his datatool up to the security monitors, a loud ‘swoosh’ exiting the doors in front of him as they slid open. The plan was to be initiated as a dual-pronged attack on New Anchorage for reasons completely unknown to him— but then again, it was intentions that were unknown to all of the pawns that had infiltrated New Anchorage. It was a tactic to keep the confidentiality and security of the nameless organization they worked for safe from harm from those too small to perceive their activities as righteous and true. But for him, the third of his team, there was nothing about the operation that left a bad taste in his mouth and he most certainly did not hold any doubts or fears about what they were about to achieve. Michael Graham had thought he was clever, but there was no one as clever as the masters nor were there any as competent as they. The nameless organization had operated for centuries and Graham had only become relevant to their concerns in the last decade. Had he a mind to question his superiors he would’ve believed that it was foolish to let Graham live as long as he had; but then again there was always a plan in motion. Though the larger plan in action was unknown to him.

But who was he to know? After all, he was just a lowly pawn. 

He stepped upward over the body of a soldier that laid across the ground, the mark of a blade dug across his neck. A fate that the soldier was not alone in.

They had hit those guarding the engineering shift in the early morning quietly and with ruthlessness that none of them could’ve expected. After all of the rebuilding Michael Graham had put New Anchorage through to lose it all would be a tragedy of the ages. But New Anchorage was too important to allow an independent and uncertain force to take hold of; and that wasn’t bringing up the value of initiating such a subversive attack in the first place.

[i]Burn it to the ground.[/i]

A confident smile rose on his lips as his allies looked to be ready with the explosives.

[color=B8B6B9]“Have the sub-protocols been hacked yet?”[/color]

The plan in mind was to remove New Anchorage from the ability of fighting back and attacking with the swiftness that the darkness gave them to their advantage. With the main servers in their pocket there would be nothing to help the soldiers, pilots, and technicians of the base defend themselves in turn. They would have no advantages and only hold disadvantages as the reality of the situation would absorb them and control them. Darkness becomes helplessness and helplessness becomes fear and fear becomes [b][i]death[/i][/b].

His smile widened more as he thought more on the subject, his hands tucked behind his back. Once the power was out it was up to the other pawns— the ones that had infiltrated the ranks of New Anchorage’s soldiers upon the main floor. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how they even could fail the nameless organization they served with the perfect infiltration they had executed without issue. The other pawns were armed with assault rifles, night vision bionic implants, and had been trained as special operations units for years. This wouldn’t be their first mission as pawns in this function and it would likely not be their last. 

“Yes. We are ready on your command, master pawn.”

He nodded, [color=B8B6B9]“Good. New Anchorage won’t know what hit them. They will be nothing but a distant memory. Activate the charge.”[/color]

He turned around, it was time to leave. It was up to the other team of pawns now; though they had a much more rigorous mission ahead of them and he was thankful that he was in charge of sabotage and insurrection of the military base over actually executing those who were too troublesome to be allowed to live. After all, he knew the assault team had assigned themselves to a very dangerous mission that could’ve been suicide if the board played against them. There was no risk in his task and while he did not fear death he did not wish to seek it out.

Because a discarded pawn was expected— but for a pawn to reach the end of the board and become a new piece entirely… now that was far more useful.
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Abigail Kord. The name she had been assigned to infiltrate New Anchorage had been decided long ago and she had done well to earn not only the trust of Sophia Torres but also Michael Graham in the recent turn of events. Alongside others she served as the “muscle” of their mission of sabotage and insurrection. Her mind had been in a constant flux for the last week and when she got the go-ahead from Ilron Webb, the master pawn that was part of the engineering side of things, that it would be on this morning that they would strike she couldn’t believe how anxious she was to get started. Shutting down the power and seizing essential data from the server was only one small part in dealing a dent big enough to make tempting for the local raider population to be drawn to and the other part of it was dangerous as it always had been. She had done a similar operation in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and in the densely protected region within Southwestern Texas— so in her mind, a small piece of shit base in the fringes of Alaska posed little challenge let alone threat for her or her fellow pawns.

Her team awaited, seemingly in a neutral stance when a loud explosion could be heard underneath the sub-floors and the darkness overtook them. 

[i][color=B8B6B9]“It’s time, boys.”[/color][/i] She uttered over private communications as her bionic eyes activated almost immediately as her blue irises shifted to a neon green. [i][color=B8B6B9]“You know the plan, we separate in teams of five-on-five. We kill anybody that crosses our path and we eliminate as many POI targets as we can before extracting. With each POI dead that’s a bonus of twenty-five thousand credits added to our payroll. Let’s get it done.”[/color][/i]

She turned the corner, five of her fellow pawns on her heel as she rose her assault rifle. She spotted her first target— a non-POI, but she knew her orders.”

The next several minutes would be significant as the communications jamming from their hacking protocol down in engineering would render New Anchorage unorganized as she and twenty-four other insurgents’ unleashed hell upon the people for the last two-to-three months had seen them as comrades, not knowing of their insidious intentions. How could they?

It would take a lot of skill or a lot of luck for New Anchorage to survive this attack, that much was for sure.