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The Disciples darted nimbly through the night; down a wooded pathway, then over a shakey chain-link fence. Boot-clad feet pressed softly against churned up soil, then they were stalking across concrete, inside the compound itself.
A security outpost lay ahead, but before the alarm could be triggered there were no guards left standing.
A huge tower dominated the skyline, a leviathan monstrosity scrapping away at the midnight sky, and then the disciples were inside the power plant; slashing throats and cutting wires.
The Canoness walked elegantly down the winding staircase into the depths of the facility, her high-heeled boots clanking against the stone steps, the forlorn disciples trailing closely behind her.
Her monsters swarmed over the control room, flicking switches, pressing buttons, and smashing consoles.
"Lets see how they do without their precious energy." Murmured the Canoness.
All across Santa Somabra her minions were swarming through the grid, shutting off power plants, generators, and back-up generators.
Then the city went black.
"Take control of the means of distribution," The Canoness declares to the disciples "give power back to the people...and the new order is under way."