Eight of them stand in a loose circle, bags dangling off their shoulders, slouching. They exchange glances and then they are off, their sneakers padding the pavement, barely making any noise. One by one, colorful masks go sliding over вверх of their faces. Some утка under the break in the chain link fence and the rest hurl themselves over вверх of it.
The dusk does not cast shadows and that it when they travel best. With their backs pressed against the rough brick of the alleyway, they hesitate a moment to catch their breath, running over the plan one last time in their minds. Adrenalin is already pumping through their veins, fast and harsh. The one with short dark hair nods and then they are moving again. Two kick in the metal rows blocking the air vent until it falls with a clang on the ground. Another two pull themselves up a rusty огонь escape and onto the roof off the building while the one with short dark hair and the other Переместить far back into the alley until they are concealed by the semidarkness. The two left standing file in the air vent after the others and set off in different directions through the winding vents until they are one opposite sides of the building.
Every single of them is holding a walkie-talkie up to their ear, silent and waiting for a signal. For a moment, there is near silence in the entire city. The only thing making noise is a young woman’s footsteps along the улица, уличный as she walks Главная in the growing darkness. Then a voice emits from the little speaker in their walkie-talkies.
Immediately, the улица, уличный lights start flashing a violent red and the bullhorns built onto the улица, уличный lamps start chanting.
“Code 24, all citizens must exit enclosed locations. Code 24, all citizens must exit enclosed locations.”
People are pushing their way out of shops and houses piling into the улица, уличный with a slight look of worry on their faces. However, the eight in masks smirk as their plan is put into action. The small female slinks down from the air ducts and lands with a soft thud in the middle of the grocery store. She mumbles something into the walkie-talkie and another female drops down and lands in a different area of the store.
One of the males who is sitting in the vents types in a code into an explosive and then speaks into his walkie-talkie and the rest of them set the timers on their watches. The two females start shoving everything in sight into the bags they are carrying. Загрузка up their sacks with one of every food. They check their watches periodically, as do the others and then race to the door that stands locked in the rear of the building and one female talks into her walkie-talkie. The male hidden in the back of the alley dashes to the rear door and begins working furiously at the lock. It takes him just a few секунды and then the door swings open and out come the two girls walking with their bags bulging and smirks on their lips.
The lock-picker then mumbles into his walkie-talkie and the two on the roof drop smoke grenades into the air vent that is placed on the roof which sets off the heat triggered bomb. The bomb isn’t as effective as expected and when it explodes, the corner of the building caves in a small bit and is left looking concaved.
The eight flee over and under the chain link fence and through the junkyard. All of them go twisting through the piles not bothering to look over their shoulders for they know that they have not been seen. They never are seen. They are the eight that District 13 fears.
The dusk does not cast shadows and that it when they travel best. With their backs pressed against the rough brick of the alleyway, they hesitate a moment to catch their breath, running over the plan one last time in their minds. Adrenalin is already pumping through their veins, fast and harsh. The one with short dark hair nods and then they are moving again. Two kick in the metal rows blocking the air vent until it falls with a clang on the ground. Another two pull themselves up a rusty огонь escape and onto the roof off the building while the one with short dark hair and the other Переместить far back into the alley until they are concealed by the semidarkness. The two left standing file in the air vent after the others and set off in different directions through the winding vents until they are one opposite sides of the building.
Every single of them is holding a walkie-talkie up to their ear, silent and waiting for a signal. For a moment, there is near silence in the entire city. The only thing making noise is a young woman’s footsteps along the улица, уличный as she walks Главная in the growing darkness. Then a voice emits from the little speaker in their walkie-talkies.
Immediately, the улица, уличный lights start flashing a violent red and the bullhorns built onto the улица, уличный lamps start chanting.
“Code 24, all citizens must exit enclosed locations. Code 24, all citizens must exit enclosed locations.”
People are pushing their way out of shops and houses piling into the улица, уличный with a slight look of worry on their faces. However, the eight in masks smirk as their plan is put into action. The small female slinks down from the air ducts and lands with a soft thud in the middle of the grocery store. She mumbles something into the walkie-talkie and another female drops down and lands in a different area of the store.
One of the males who is sitting in the vents types in a code into an explosive and then speaks into his walkie-talkie and the rest of them set the timers on their watches. The two females start shoving everything in sight into the bags they are carrying. Загрузка up their sacks with one of every food. They check their watches periodically, as do the others and then race to the door that stands locked in the rear of the building and one female talks into her walkie-talkie. The male hidden in the back of the alley dashes to the rear door and begins working furiously at the lock. It takes him just a few секунды and then the door swings open and out come the two girls walking with their bags bulging and smirks on their lips.
The lock-picker then mumbles into his walkie-talkie and the two on the roof drop smoke grenades into the air vent that is placed on the roof which sets off the heat triggered bomb. The bomb isn’t as effective as expected and when it explodes, the corner of the building caves in a small bit and is left looking concaved.
The eight flee over and under the chain link fence and through the junkyard. All of them go twisting through the piles not bothering to look over their shoulders for they know that they have not been seen. They never are seen. They are the eight that District 13 fears.
