Val has produced tiny figurines to place on the map they produced. It turned out to be a map of the church; Val was prepared (at least a little). They placed two figures on the spire of the church.
"Okay, so me and Tal will be on the steeple. She's going to detonate the first small explosion. I'm going to use that distraction to snipe the guards next to the altar. We need Bishop alive, but she's probably going to run, what with her not making public appearances very often and generally being a coward. We have a chance at the puppeteer, we can't fuck this up."
The room murmurs in agreement.
"So, in order to secure Bishop, we're going to lower someone from the steeple through the roof. Well, by lower, I mean drop. Sort of like bungee jumping, so they can grab Bishop from above. How about you Frida?"
Frida nods solemnly, but I see the glint of excitement in her eye.
"Great. Once I've sniped the guards, we'll send you down. We'll have to make you some sort of protection from all the glass you're going to crash through." They look to Roman, who nods. I can see his brain already filling with ideas.
"When we take over the church, we are going to be without a roof, but I'm sure we'll manage. We've got some handy people. Also, along with our gear, bring anything from here you want to keep. We're going to live in that church. Or die trying. Regardless, we won't be coming back here."
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The Steeple- Orignal Story
Science FictionA work of original Science Fiction, written as a final for an English class, but I was extremely proud of it and wanted to put it somewhere. CW for violence and cursing
