[h3]Ten Minutes After Sunset
Somewhere in the Southwest Downtown District[/h3]

The underground hideout was filling up fast. The top of this hideout served as one of Downtown's most prominent nightclubs. But through a side alley door, one could descend into the warehouse style basement. Here, members of The Disruption were told to gather. Most knew the reason, but some of the newer recruits were still confused. 

The Monk (leader of The Disruption) was sitting in a back room with two of his trusted angelic advisers (influencers). There were couches in the room, but no one was using them. The Monk sat on the floor with his legs crossed while his angels stood behind him. They were discussing tonight's attack on the Annual Political Gala, an event that would start one hour from now, at a large mansion on the north side of the Governing District. 

Discussing, in this case, meant meditating while the angels stood silently, bowing their heads. They were communicating telepathically, running through countless scenarios of tonight's events. After many minutes of silence, The Monk opened his eyes and the angels raised their heads. It was time. They were ready. 

So The Monk stood from his meditation and crossed the simplistically decorated room. The angels glided along behind him, faces without expression. They emerged from the room through a door to the left of a small stage. The crowd of rioters, who had become more restless in recent minutes, were now hushed by the sight of their leader and his assistants. Even the demonic possessor hiding in the shadows tamed their blood lust. 

The next ten minutes was inspiring. The crowd roared its approval as The Monk gave his speech, which outlined their plans for the night. The Monk himself, along with a small group of rioters and a few demons, would infiltrate the party disguised as guests. Everyone else would disperse in groups and take different paths to surround the building where the gala was being held. Their movements would be guided from high above by the angels. 

One hour after the party starts, after all the major politicians arrived, the attack would begin. The demons would possess unknowing party guests. The riot would begin inside the gala itself, and when guests would try to escape, the rioters outside would keep them contained while fighting off the police. If all went according to plan, many dirty politicians would either be abducted or have their lives ended tonight. 

With one final roar, the meeting was finished, and everyone split into their respective groups, as directed by the angels. The Monk and his group left first. The rest would follow in waves to avoid attracting too much attention. 

This would be the largest coordinated attack in the history of both The Disruption and [i][b]Pandemonium[/b][/i] as a whole.