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Lurking in the shadows beneath the Sister Ray cannon, a yellow light brightened into existence. The whirs of robotic legs emitted from the dark as the massive spider-like machine or more like—[i]cricket-like[/i]—crawled upside-down out of hiding. The sun revealed a machine that seemed to have a strange sentience as its cybernetic eye followed the descent of a SOLDIER 1st Class dismounting a helicopter. Its eye followed the SOLDIER as he landed at the end of the Sister Ray’s barrel and swiftly started racing toward the Command Post. It was when the SOLDIER made a second jump to leap down from the cannon that the Metal Cricket attacked. The machine’s lengthy hind legs swiftly extended with the boost of rockets. The massive machine launched from hiding headed straight for Alain with every intention to catch the SOLDIER mid-air.

The machine intended to violently slam the SOLDIER into the reinforced beams that held the cannon aloft. The Metal Cricket's thrusters at its belly would release a burst of flame that would expand in a fiery disc beneath it, before its pistons would compress, and allow it to once again effortlessly spring away onto the barrel of the Sister Ray where Alain had just previously left.

[color=gray][h3]Somewhere in the Residential District[/h3][/color]

Meanwhile, in one of the many apartment buildings, sat a young woman in the dark. The windows were blotted out with old newspaper and hidden behind curtains. She had a headset about her head, veiling her eyes, and she was surrounded by three different laptops with wires branching out from them like snakes. There was a glass bulb that one of the wires was connected to, a device called a decoy that would send any tracers trying to pinpoint her location on a wild goose chase. Her trackers would be sent to several awkward places until they either lost their hair or their minds. She munched on some gum, her fingers moving in a blur between three different laptops and it hadn’t been to control any of the mechs she had sent on a rampage about the base. She had merely implanted a virus into their program that rewrote their programming. The machines were going to treat everyone and everything like a target except for those AVALANCHE personnel who were carrying a special sensor in the shape of a badge.

[color=gray]JAY: How’s that bomb coming along?
CHEESE: We almost got it finished. He’s programming it now.
JAY: I would have had that bomb set up in ten seconds!
CHEESE: Well, we can’t all be super computer geniuses. Nice job with the mechs by the way.
JAY: Thanks.
CHEESE: I can’t believe you managed to tame the Cricket.
JAY: Too easy.
CHEESE: Is anyone onto you yet?
JAY: What do you mean “yet?”
CHEESE: Oh no I didn’t mean it like that.
JAY: No. Junon will be blown to smithereens and we’ll be long gone before they even find me.[/color]

[color=gray][h3]Sister Ray Leg[/h3][/color]

“Hey Biggs, how’s that bomb coming along?” asked a stout soldier. He was wearing a red bandana, steel shoulder pauldrons, a pizza-grease stained undershirt over a bulletproof vest and blue tactical pants that might have been stolen from a Shinra Troop once upon a time. His belly poked out from beneath his vest and shirt where a strap crossed his chest with several smoke canisters lining it, while at his hip were grenades.

Kneeling before a square explosive device was a man with camouflage paint smearing his face. A red headband was about his skull akin to Rambo, and he wore a green camo military uniform. An automatic rifle was slung behind his back and tactical gloves covered his hands while he tapped in the detonation time.

“30 minutes should be long enough for us to clear outta here, right?” Biggs asked Wedge.

Wedge turned in time to see the Metal Cricket fly out from hiding. One of the SOLDIERs had gotten too close to their operation.

“%^&!!” Wedge exclaimed.

Biggs peered over his shoulder, “What?!”

His eyes then widened at the sight of the Metal Cricket. “@#$%! 30 minutes it is. Let’s get outta here!”

“You got the remote right? In case someone tries to stop us?”

Biggs closed the box on the bomb and turned waving the remote around in his hand. Wedge sighed in relief.

“All right; let’s scram! I’ll text Jesse!”

[color=gray]CHEESE: We’re done! We’re moving out!
JAY: Gotcha!
CHEESE: We’ll wait for you at the rally point. Ping us if you need help!
JAY: Yeah, yeah…[/color]

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