death of a czar part 1

Lucas sat in the back of a van which was located just on the other side of the wall from the compound where the current leader of Drachma was meeting with his top military leaders. Lucas's sword was placed on the inside of the van next to him and strapped to his legs were 2 9mm silenced pistols. Lucas turned to the others in the van. “Intelligence states that him and his top leaders are plotting to attack Briggs. They are meeting right now to discuss when and how to attack. The plan is to get in kill everyone in the meeting and destroy any and all battle plans they might have. The meeting room is on the top floor and as far from the stairs as one can get. We will be working with weapons free. Kill anyone who sees us but try to keep noise to a minimum. Any questions?” As he said this he indicated the floor plan of the building in front of him.

Scion sat to the left from Famine, looking at his own boots, with his hood down and his mask on, as if he showed absolutely no interest in the things that War was saying. Actually he was listening very attentively and heard and memorized every word Lucas said. The task seemed to be simple - get in, kill anything that moves or doesn't, make as less noise as possible, dispose of any important documents found and get out. It would all actually depend on the enemy numbers, level of security and the enemy's skills. Of course these three were War, Famine and Death - not many people could stand up to their combined power, but caution was still necessary.
Death was in his usual attire - a cloak with a hood and mask, that covered his face, his hands were bandaged, a light scarf around his neck, also two belts - one for his cloak and the other for his sheaths. On his legs - a pair of brown light pants and leather boots with steel sole. He never wore any distinctive clothing, that could reveal his identity, blending in the image of a traveller.
Finally he raised his head and spoke, after Famine of course - he would not interrupt him in any way... that would be impolite:

"What kind of resistance shall we meet and is there anything special about the ones participating in the meeting?" - Scion's voice, as always, was divoid of any kind of emotion - it was polite, but unnatural. - "Anyway - Lilith will have her share of blood tonight. And this will come in handy." - Scion lifted his right arm, in which he held his custom-made Magnum with modified precision that he used in the battle of South City not long ago. Now it also had a silencer on it. Custom-made as well.
Death looked at War, waiting for his answer.

"As far as I know there is nothing special about the members of this meeting, just normal military leaders. there should be about 6 of them. as for security, they tried not to draw attention to the meeting. So there should be little extra guards but that doesn't mean let your guard down anyone there could set off the alarms and if that happens our way out is the garage where we will steal a military jeep preferably one with a gun of sorts and we make for the border as we try to lose them. OK it's time. Grab your weapons and lets bring the Apocalypse to Moscow. And Plague, you should know we don't fail.” Lucas said this all as he stood up, grabbed his sword and stepped out the van. He drew his pistols and calmly started walking over to the doors to the military compound. The guards at the door got as far as looking over before their brains were splattered over the wall behind them. “Come we don't want to keep them waiting.”


(oc:the building is five stories tall with no direct staircases all the way up for protection. one has to cross the building to get to the next staircase. I'll be trying to keep my post to one or two per floor unless something major happens.)

Scion listened to what War had to say and followed him out of the van, when Lucas got out. He held his Magnum in his right hand still, and his left hand was ready to preform a quickdraw technique to free Lilith from her sheath in a matter of a split second. Such was his skill with the blade.
Once the two guards were put down, they stopped at the door. Then Famine asked the others about who is going to break down the door. Breaking down was too noisy, and Scion moved in front of the troublesome door. His left hand grasped his blade and with little to nothing sound the blade cut the door in half, horizontally, in a flash of light. The other three Horsemen reflected in the blade for about 2 seconds, then Death made two steps back, ran forward, falling down and sliding through the lower part of the door, forcing it open. Five shots, exactly through the head, were made as Death started his work - two guards near the door itself and 3 others, playing a card game - "Durak", at the table ahead.
Then Scion pushed open the upper half of the door, allowing the others to come in without making much sound.

"It seems they thought no one else would obtain such classified information about their gathering. However, I assume that these were simply assigned on guard duty here to alert the ones higher of any attempt of assault." - it was a dry statement, in which Scion shared his theory with the others, as they came inside.

War walked through the ruined doors of the entrance hall. “there isn't an elevator here. We have to take the stairs.” He pushed his way through the doors towards the flight of stairs with was down the hallway. As he went through the doors six random military officers came around a corner down the hall and turned to face War. Almost instantly his guns came up emptying them into the stunned officers. They went down in a heap leaking blood all over the place. War dropped the now useless guns and drew his sword letting it rest on his shoulder. As he moved forward he purposely stepped on the head of a still moving officer crushing it like an overripe melon, coating the immediate vicinity with bits of brain matter, skull fragments, and blood. When War reached the stairs there was someone who had just exited them, War grabbed his head and imbedded it into the near by wall and continued on up the stairs.

oc:been in lots of military buildings very few have working elevators.

Death saw as Famine's shadow suddenly stretched forward, without minding the laws of the universe or lighting the shadow continued to make it's way upwards the stairs. Scion did not smirk, but if he would have normal emotions - he would do so.

"Those Nii-sans are scary." - Scion understood that Lilith was talking about Xan, and only about him. Lilith wasn't afraid of others, but seemed to feel a little stressed around Famine. Whatever the reason - Scion didn't really care. He has seen Xan exercising his powers at South City, where they first met. It was there Scion recruited him.
While walking upwards Death sheathed his pistol and swapped the hand holding Lilith. Now that he used his right hand - he could preform even greater feats of swordsmanship. Of course, Death was ambidextrous, but he still had more focus on his right hand.
As they opened the next door and entered the hall a gruesome scene was to behold. It was like a massacre happened here - bits and pieces of flesh, bone and internal organs were scattered everywhere, but to Scion's surprise there were a few whole bodies with just holes in them. The sight would make almost anyone vomit, but not Death. Apart from having little emotion - he had seen such sights not once or twice. He presumed the same could e said for the other three. He could even bet that Plague would like this scene and would make an interesting, possibly revolting comment, or an action in the same manner.

"My, how messy. You could have at least done it with much more style." - Death made a pause. He thought that Death had to be quick, precise and beautiful. - "Then again, this can be called a certain style, right Plague?" - Scion wanted to hear what Plague had to say about it.
Meanwhile he started to look for anything interesting inside the room itself. Perhaps he could short-circuit the lighting system on this floor from here. Then he could create the best surroundings for himself - darkness.

War stepped over the bodies, stabbing any that showed any signs of movement. Suddenly an alarm went off. War looked around and spotted a man who was smiling with blood dripping dripping from his mouth. He had some sort of item in his hand. War stomped over to him and pulled the item out of his hand. It was a mobile alarm trigger. War grabbed him and tossed him out a near by window to his death along with the trigger. “Damn we better hurry. They are sure to try to put up a defense now that they know we are here. Remember after we kill the Czar we are headed down to the garage and stealing one of their vehicles.” War continued on his way the bodies that were in his way were kicked, crushed, or tossed like a battle-cruiser through rough waves. They didn't even slow him down. He kicked open the door to the stairwell and ran up them.

OC: this topic will end right out side the doors to the czar. part 2 will be the killing and the escape back to briggs.

Death would smile when he heard what Plague had to say, but he did not. Maybe only on the inside. Then he looked away, concentrating on his task, as suddenly he heard the alarm go off. His head dated to the right, only to see War throw some guy through a window. It seems now that the enemy was alerted - there would be only death coming for anyone who stood in the Horsemen's path.
Death followed War, his light steps making little sound when moving. War wasn't concentrating much on single targets, preferring to move like an unstoppable demolition machine. Famine and Death followed him, and while Famine began to speed up and obviously go in front of War, which was a bad idea, Death stayed behind.

His blade, like the wind, the only things a normal person could see would be lines of light or air as Death moved his sword arm. Lilith was cutting everything in it's way, bringing swift, cold and unavoidable judgement Scion could only pass - DEATH. He was cleaning after the first two - anyone spared by mistake was his target. Straight lines and splashes of blood flew in the air, going in different directions, as Lilith slashed through the flesh, bone, stone and steel, it easily made it's way through the armoured guards.
One of the survivors aimed a gun at Death, it was a semi-automatic one hand gun. Nothing Death couldn't handle. In an instant - the man's arm flew off, followed by some blood, as Lilith cut the man's arm off just higher off the elbow. The man only then understood what happened, his eyes turned wide and he wanted to scream. It was too slow for Death - he needed to move forward. A thrust, preformed with blinding speed, and his sword impaled the man in the throat and cut into the floor. He drew out the sword and stepped over his last victim. As he walked further words escaped his mouth:

DRACHMAN:"I am the Void. I am the cold, I am the judge, I am the jury, I am the executor. I am Death. I come..." - this time his voice was not as emotionless as always - his words were like a cold wind, shivering everyone's souls and flesh. He spoke loudly and calmly. Truly a horrifying sight. Even so more than a demonic laughter.

War stepped out of the stairwell and laughed as bullets bounced off his chest. He turned and charged the nearest group of soldiers. He grabbed the first one and implanted him in the ceiling while bisecting a second. Then he turned and cut down a third who was on the other side of the one in the ceiling, so he cut the legs off at the knees of the one in the ceiling. Then he grabbed on of the legs and threw it down the hallway hitting a door that was just opening closing it on the face of yet another soldier. The leg continued down the hall way bouncing off random soldiers before in nailed a male soldier in the fork of the legs. He went down with a girlish squeal, and his eyes rolling into his head. War let out a sight wince as he meant to close the door but the poor soldier didn't deserve that as far as he knew.

“I hope you made peace with your god because you will be visiting his soon enough.”

Death was still cleaning up the bits that all the others left. Both his sword and his gun worked with deadly precision, taking one life after another. Such was the fate of all who would dare oppose him, or the Horsemen as a whole. Being a powerful, mobile group, equipped with everything they needed - be that money, weapons or newest technologies - they were unstoppable. Death had time to not only stop and eliminate his targets, but also to observe the actions of his fellow Horsemen. War was as direct as always, Plague seemed to be the one enjoying this the most and Famine seemed to be caught up in what he was doing. As for Death.... he was doing his job. It was as simple as that. Perhaps if he told someone of this - they would accuse him of being inhumane, or a monster perhaps... other, normal people would feel so much disgust for him they would rather kill him on the spot to free this world from such an abomination.
He was truly a hollow man. No fear, no remorse, no pity, no joy. He did not even feel any pleasure or fulfilment from this slaughter. Perhaps Death was even jealous of Plague, if he could truly feel jealousy. However Lilith seemed to be enjoying all this, for it was a long time ago since she tasted so much blood in such a short time.
As the last of these soldiers were put down, Scion stood up straight and flexed his shoulders. He wasn't getting tired, but he was human after all. He had his limits, and it would seem that they were not too far away. Perhaps it was time to give his sister a rest and spend more bullets? Death ignored a stain of blood on his mask, that covered his mouth, feeling a salty taste as he spoke:

Amestrian: "I think that was nearly the last of them. The Tzar would be well aware of our presence by now. How much further until we get there?" - it was during times like these Death would feel like adding a little bit of emotion to his speech, even if he was doing so on purpose and it was an imitation, he felt like it was a right thing to do. - "I'm not one to get impatient, but there's not much of the guards left and the target may try and escape somehow. I advise that we hurry up."

Death stood near the door, beside Famine. He would wait for them to gather here and would follow whoever opened the door and went on further. Scion wasn't a good "head on" fighter. He was a stealthy assasin type or a one-on-one swordsman - he wasn't going to risk anything. Maybe the last of the guards had some heavy weapons stationed behind that door... no one could tell.

[Bump~ =3 Kill the Czar!!]

war strode down the hall way, for their first mission togeather in a long time, the horsemen were working well together. death was still a silent killer like he always was, plague was just as crazy, and famine seemed to have gained some new powers. all in all this was no a fight this was a slaughter. Lucas strode up to a large metal door at the end of the corridor and kicked down the door and inside was the czar and his top generals. who were just in the process of getting up from around a large table where the czar was at the opposite side from the door. war strode over the the table.
"The fuhrer sends his regards." was all he said before he kicked the table across the room crushing the czar between the table and the wall destroying the czar's inner organs and spine in one swift movement.

Before Famine or Plague could do anything, Death followed in through the door and made a dash forwards. A quick clean swipe and four of the generals fell dead. Each had a single big cut through their bodies, which made them almost split apart. But Scion decided that he did not need to show off their deaths. That meant only two of the surviving generals were left standing - of course with a second slash, which was actually 3 slashes, Scion cut the men's weapons apart.
Death swiped off the blood from his sword and slowly sheathed Lilith. Her work was done and she had her share of blood for tonight. Next Death approached the Tzar, who had apparently survived the table crush. Of course he had only about 20 seconds to live - his internal organs were ruptured and could be seen.
The man himself looked like he reached his 30's and he was fairly good-looking. He had short black hair and a truly Drachman face, even though he still had no sign of the aging process. The light in his eyes started to fade, as Scion spoke while towering above him:

"Tzar of Drachma, real name unknown to the public - Danil Dragunoff. Age - 31, gender - male, Militant. For your crimes against the Amestris and your level of threat - you are hereby found guilty and your execution is nigh. We are your Judge, Jury, Court and Executioner." - Death looked back at the others and then turned back to the Tzar. - "May Death embrace you."

Death made four steps back, assuming a position near War. He had said all he needed to. He would not finish the man, he would let him live his last 5 seconds while thinking about what Scion had said.