SMG4 Fanartists Office AU- The Let's Kill Gary Arc

Part 1

The plan was simple.

They had gotten confirmation from Bootleg4 that Gary had left for the office building in his car, headed somewhere with FP. While it was a shame that FP was in the car, Nomadic and Poke were fairly sure they could take her down, or they managed to kill Gary before she got in the way.

Bootleg4 had been watching the GPS in Gary's car, keeping an eye on where they were going. And sure enough, this trip in particular there was a long stretch of road in the middle of the woods with no property owners anywhere nearby. A nice open field, void of any security cameras or police influence.

Everything was going damn near perfectly.

Poke and Nomadic were scoping out on a hill, staring out at the road in question. A few cars drove by, but none stayed for long. They both sat there, watching each pass through.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Nomadic asked, nervously glancing over at Poke.

Poke herself had blank gaze, mindlessly staring at each car. Checking if it was the one they were looking for. "As ready as I can ever be, I guess." Poke responded, placing her hands in her jacket pockets. The wind was harsh, bitterly ripping through her sleeves and up her arms and sending chills down her spine.

Nomadic looked away, the distant tone in Poke's voice made it difficult to look at her. "You remember the plan?" Nomadic then asked, hoping to stay on topic.

"Should be asking you that." Poke quipped flatly in reply. "Boss crashes the car, when they come out, we strike."

"But we don't need to kill him." Nomadic was quick to remind her. "With the power we've been given..." She grinned, looking down at her hand. Sparks of blue lightning flickered around her palm. "We can make this quick, harmless, AND be back in time for the SMG4 episode later today."

Poke nodded. "Right."

Seeing as the car wasn't coming any time soon, Poke sat down on the hillside. "How are you uh..." Nomadic sat down closeby. "How are you holding up?"

"Fine." Poke responded. "This is what he wants. So... we gotta get it done."

That was not the response Nomadic hoped for. She sighed, looking out onto the road. "If things get out of hand, I'll help get us out. But don't..." Nomadic paused, unsure what to say. She looked over at Poke again, who didn't return her gaze. "Don't do anything you'll regret."

Poke was quiet at this, looking now at the hill beneath her feet rather than the road proper. "...Mhm." Was her quiet response.

The hill was still as the two sat there, awaiting any sign of their target. It came quicker than either of them hoped- a car drove around the bend, rapidly swerving left and right, between lanes as if something inside was trying to veer it off course, and whoever was inside was trying to yank it back on.

The two quickly got to their feet. "That's our cue. Let's move." Poke pulled her spear out of her pocket, the metal weapon a familiar weight in her hands. Nomadic drew her sword. They slid down the hill, watching as the car continued to struggle. Poke held out her hand, eyes narrowing at the car. The strange crest on her jacket began to glow a sinister purple, a corrosive liquid forming at her fingertips.

She closed her fist, the shot firing off towards the car and hitting the wheel. Instantly, the rubber melted away, the metal of the tire tipping the whole car off balance. It skidded onto the road, spinning the whole car.

A crystal smashed through the top of the car, creating a large hole out the roof. Once the hole was open, a second crystal launched a pair up the hole created by the first as the car spun out into a tree, exploding on impact.