The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

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Washington State, USA

October 6th, 2019

"Well, it seems like you really pissed them off, Vyper." Ranger remarked. They were in the security room, just off the main foyer, staring at the screen that was a live feed from the security cameras at the front end of the house.

There were a dozen cars parked at the edge of the woods, pickup trucks and big SUVs, and sixty people were standing around the front of them. Sentinel recognized the four men Vyper had beat up earlier that day, the bandages on their faces giving them away even if they hadn't looked familiar. Sentinel could even see dried blood on the neck of the one with the popped eardrums, but he didn't have time to marvel at how clear the picture on these cameras were.

"Everything went according to plan, then." Vyper stated. "It looks like we got their entire gang to come out and play."

"Facial recognition agrees," Oracle said from where she was seated, staring at a separate screen in front of her. Her voice sounded neutral, like she was completely emotionless to what she was seeing. "This is everyone we know is in the Sixth Street Angels, plus a few more."

"I'm not seeing any firearms visible," Ranger's voice was the clipped cadence of a soldier in the field reporting in. Sentinel took a step back to watch the Eyes at work. "Not seeing any obvious hidden ones either, and I doubt these guys are clever enough to be hiding them where we couldn't see."

"They're overconfident." Chesyr reported, The teasing tone usually in her voice had been replaced by something harder, sharper. "They know how many they have, and they haven't had any serious resistance since they got to town. Even the ones Vyper beat the shit out of have their swagger back."

"They're planning on one serious beating being delivered here." Fang had a grin that was bordering on maniacal. "Too bad it won't be the one they're expecting."

"I'm seeing brass knuckles on some of them," Oracle said.

"Three with chains wrapped around their wrists," Vyper this time.

"At least a dozen with knives on their belts or boots." Ranger finished.

"Sentinel, what do you see?" Fang asked suddenly, startling Sentinel.

"Me?" Sentinel asked.

"You are part of this team," Fang said. "Your eyes are better than any of ours. So tell us what you see. Anything we haven't covered, even if it seems obvious to you."

"Okay." Sentinel took a deep breath and stepped closer to the screen.

"Sixty people, all men. Most of them are standing in front of the dozen cars, but five of them are behind them, and there's a driver in each seat. None of the hatches on the SUV's are open, so I'm assuming there's not anything in them that they want or need. The pickup truck on the left has something in it, but it's covered by a tarp. It's getting dark outside, so it's going to be harder to see."

As Sentinel said it, all the vehicles lights kicked on at once, bathing the front of the house in harsh light. The cameras overloaded for a split second, then adjusted just in time for them all to see a man walk to the front of the pack with a bullhorn.

"Attention everyone in there," The man said, his voice loud enough that they could hear him through multiple cameras, and Sentinel could hear him through the walls of the house. He noted how good the insulation of the house must be. "Two of you made a grave mistake earlier today. You decided to beat on my boys, to insult the Sixth Street Angels! We are here to repay that insult. You've got five minutes to come out here and accept it, or we'll burn your entire fucking house down with all of you freaks inside of it!"