[center][h1][color=dodgerblue]Wards - Wait, Who is That?![/color][/h1]
[@BCTheEntity][@yoshua171][@solokolos][@Lugubrious][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

With no further questions or comments, a silence fell upon the tactical military vehicle escorting the Wards and the three PRT soldiers to their final destination. The drive wasn't more than another two minutes before they had pulled up into the train yard, only to discover that they were not the only ones present. Thankfully the vehicle had a silent engine and a heads up display to see the outside world without compromising its approach (thank you tinker design!) so the Wards' presence hadn't yet been felt by others. What they could make out was strange. A burly man clearly dressed in some manner of costume stood at the front doors to the station, carrying a young girl upon his shoulders. From their vantage point all they could see was the man and girl's backs, but that wasn't the most peculiar thing. After a few seconds the man ran right into the doors, and passed right through them! About a second later gunshots echoed out through the air from the far side of the station, but nothing followed up those gunshots. All was quiet once again.

[hr][hr]

[center][h1][color=gold]The Jacks - Community Drop Off: We're In[/color][/h1]
[@yoshua171][@BCTheEntity][@Eklispe][@floodtalon][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

The plan was clear. Heartless was to drop down from above to take out the dumbass guard barely doing his job, allowing Thunderbolt and Sofia free entry. At the same time he would let Headhunter and Chatterbox know when the two patrolling guards up on the storage house rafters were looking away so they could infiltrate from the back. One step, two step, three step, turn. Four step, five step, six step, turn. There it was. Heartless gave the signal, then dropped down in shadow form. Headphone dude never knew what was coming. He flicked away a booger plucked from the right nostril just as the taser made contact with his body, shocking him into unconsciousness. With the all clear given, Thunderbolt charged through the front doors. Sofia's eyes closed, she allowed the two of them to "ignore" the doors, passing right through like they were air. The sight that greeted them, or rather Thunderbolt as the young girl still held her eyes shut, was Heartless standing over the body of a Community goon, taser in hand. The roll-up door he had been guarding remained untouched. The three remained blissfully unaware as to what was going on on the far side of the train station, thanks to the suppressor installed on Headhunter's new morph gun, until another firearm went off without any silencer.

Soon as Heartless gave the signal, Headhunter was able to lift up the large roll-up garage-like door, and even toss it to some degree as it was unexpectedly light. Just as he was told, there were two guards up in the rafters patrolling, and both just happened to have their backs to him at that moment. Unfortunately his shadowy comrade's scouting skills were not infallible, and the skylights left many blindspots. On either side of the door that the mercenary had just lifted up was another guard, each one carrying a shotgun. It was clear that the two were completely thrown off by the sudden and brazen intrusion, and thus were slow to react. The immediate threat was clearly the guards in short range with shotguns, so they were targeted first. The guards up above were alerted as the door went up and turned back round to see their companions dropping to the ground.

"Hands up! You're trespassing on Community turf!" one called out, holding his assault rifle at the ready. He still hadn't fully registered that they were actively under attack. His compatriot was more quick witted and with faster reflexes. She let off a volley of three shots from her assault rifle, barely missing Headhunter before being taken out herself. With those four guards neutralized, the Jacks had the run of the storage house to look for the [url=https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4E-INzNNLt4/TYnL61aci6I/AAAAAAAAA_4/jNf_HnhOACg/s1600/1960s+connie+box.JPG]specific crate[/url] they had been tasked with finding.

[hr][hr]

[h2][center]The Minutemen - You Can't Teach an Old Dog[/center][/h2]
[center][@Banana][@yoshua171][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

A few moments after Kyoshi had checked the ground, the door to the shop opened up and an elderly man wearing an apron appeared from within. He was maybe five foot five inches, gray hair but balding, and wearing glasses thick enough to be wine bottles. His skin was olive in tone.

The man approached, eagerly yet cautiously. "Hello young ones! Capes out on patrol, I see?" Strange that it sounded as though he were asking a question. "I can't keep up with all you new young celebrities and all, but if you've got a moment, I could make it worth your whiles, yes?"