[h1][color=ed1c24]Fergus O'Brian[/color][/h1]

Fergus did a muffled laugh as the human agents killed each other. "[color=ed1c24]Cute, like always it ends with them all killing each other.[/color]" Fergus stayed in the rafters, last thing he wanted to do was get lit up by the last eight agents. He wanted to get creative about how he killed the last ones. And he wanted to decide who to spare to get the message across. He could spare the one that radiated fear, he could do the loyal one, he could do the commanding officer, leave them with that guilt. He had his options.

Fergus had made up his mind on how to thin the numbers yet again. He couldn't use them against each other too much, he would get bored too fast. But he could still do all the damage he wanted, and then some.

The Agents had worked their way down the narrow pathways that made up the warehouse. As they went through the ally ways, what many didn't notice or over looked were the thin cables that lay on the floors under them. None of them live due to the power in the warehouse iffy at its best, though one person in the building had enough control inside the building to change that.

The power shot on, blinding many of the agents with the bright lights. Soon the wires under the agents went live, the agents were unaffected due to be grounded by their boots, but when the cables tightened and lifted them up, they were done. First it was just minor shocks, then the voltage jumped. Some lines were stronger then others, some only burned, others fried you until you were dead. Some of the lines tightened so much that when an agent got stuck with in them they were torn to pieces as the cables wrapped around them, not always dying. The ones that were still could run had two options, run, or try and save those were were still alive inside the wire traps.