Zero Hour: The Final Reich

Silent Night

December 24th 2045
New York ,New York
23:35

Razor crouched on top of a tall brightly colored neon pink building smoking a cigarette in the cold winter air. She looked out over the city as helicopters and airships took off and landed in the overcrowded streets of New York.
A light British voice called out from behind her.

"You know its reckless to disable your cloak just to smoke right."

Razor turned her head to see three girls drop their cloaks walking up behind her. She started laughing and looked at the girl wearing a black trucker hat.

"You do what's needed for a smoke Hop." 

Hopper rolled her eyes and walked over to the edge of the building while looking through a pair of high tech binoculars .  

"Mute, you said it was to the north of here right?" The white haired girl nodded as she stood up, she was followed by a shorter girl with only one eye.  Hopper turned to Razor and flicked her in the forehead.

"You got the grapple ready right bonehead?"  Razor hit the spotlight next to her, knocking off the lens revealing a large grapple hook. She grinned in excitement, mostly because she hated the waiting part of most of their missions.

"She's primed and ready to fire, but are you sure this fucker is in there?" Razor said as she checked her pistol magazines. Both she and Hopper looked back at Mute for confirmation.

Mute held up hand signs to Bright Eyes and the little one cleared her throat before speaking.

"Mute says the  intel the commander gave her said a German general was supposed to be here for a weapon deal. It supposed to go down on the thriteenth floor near the back of the building. Possibly one of the meeting rooms."

Hopper nodded "-and the contents of this weapon cache."

Razor dropped the butt of her cigarette off the edge of the building and sat on the grapple launcher.

"Its mostly modded medium and small arms possibly hand print accessible. Meaning if our boys use  their hands they won't ever write or pleasure themselves again." She said laughing at the thought of that.

Hopper smiled and looked at her watch "Alright listen up, this is an assassination and retrieval misson. We are to locate and eliminate this general and secure this weapon shipment for own boys in blue. We do this silent until shit gets hot and get out. We have at least 15 minutes until this deal goes down. Ill cut the power to the building in the relay room and set up a remote lockdown failsafe if shit goes left, Mute and Bright Eyes pinpoint this deals exact location, Razor your with me. Stick to your cloaking and let's get this over with."

Razor hit the launch button on the grapple launcher , and it shot diagonally across the street way, hooking a brighly lit office plaza. Razor attached herself and saluted her teammates before being whisked away by the automated grapple. Hopper followed , then Mute, and lastly Bright Eyes. While sliding across the line Hopper looked down at the streets.  They were full of life and complete obviousness. Razor turned on her earpiece as she got closer to the hotel. She whistled before talking

"These guys really Like throwin their money away apparently. What so special about it?"

Hopper responded in a low tone "New York is a gateway to dreams , if they can make it big here they have access to everything  they can imagine-if they win a little game called business." Razor landed against the top window, followed by Hopper.  Mute and Bright Eyes dropped off the grapple early using mag gloves to stick to the side of the building.  Hopper then took the time to  check in with Mute and Bright Eyes to make sue they understood their responsibility.