[center][h3][color=007236]Protiv[/color][/h3][/center]
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	The sound of soft footsteps could barely be heard as Protiv walked through the Prison, his eyes alight with energy and pleasure as a stream of yellow-green gas trailed from his fingertips, only to dissipate completely as he continued to walk, reading the signs of each room and wing as he passed. Corona's attack on the isolation Ward hadn't begun yet, so Protiv was able to stealthily make his way through the prison without fear of direct confrontation. He had two rooms to [i]attend[/i] to, the first being the security office, and the second being the prison's barracks, both of which he intended to reach before his leader's attack began. 

	The first assigned room he reached was the Prison's security room, and through the door's small window he could see half a dozen officers monitoring the dozens of television screens displaying every inch of the facility, although not all at once. It had taken Protiv nearly a week to memorize the route he would take to the Security office and how to avoid the Cameras that were nearly everywhere. Thankfully he had made it there without a hitch, and with a dark smile behind his gasmask he knelt down in front of the door and held his palms towards the slight crack under the door. Then, with a humorless chuckle, Chlorine gas began to billow from his hands and in to the room, and within moments the surveillance team collapsed into the toxic mist that flooded the room.

	With that done, he called it in to the rest of his team using his phone and continued along, jogging towards the barracks. It wasn't long however until the sound of explosions began to resonate throughout the facility. [color=007236][i]"Shit!"[/i][/color] Protiv muttered to himself as his Jog turned into a full sprint, chlorine gas beginning to stream from his hands in a manner similar to crop-dusters fertilizing their soil. 

	Now sprinting, it wasn't long until he reached the now-empty barracks and he cursed to himself again as he ran towards the Isolation wing. The smoke trailing from his hands began to grow in volume has he continued to run, and it began to form a cloud of toxicity behind him. As he ran, he began to hear the sound of boots and shouts, and he soon found himself facing a small convoy of very confused policemen, numbering in the 30's at least. However, before they even knew what hit them, they were surrounded by the lethal gas pouring from Protiv's hands. Seconds later, the men began howling and screaming as they dropped to the ground like flies, one after the other. After the last officer had fallen, the gas quickly dissipated to non-threatening levels and Protiv nearly tripped over the fresh corpses as he ran past them.

	It had only taken the man a few minutes to nearly destroy the entirety of the Prison's armed forces, toxic gas is especially lethal in close quarters, and the officers hadn't stood a chance. Protiv had also made sure to bust the locks of every cell he could find, telling his mutant brothers and sisters to make their way to the Isolation wing for Corona's speech, so they could understand what was happening. 

	The Prison was failing, and the MLA would make good on their goal this day.

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