Inner Workings

Mission Complete (Ch. 1)

Smoke. Smoke filled the skies, clouding the deep blue with a thick black spread. It's origin came from the top of a building just as obstructing, it's concrete surface stretching to the heavens above. However, a third object floated in the sky, in the form of several helicopters, unable to land on the roof due to the numerous gun shots aimed towards them when any proximity is gained. The streams of lead came from the large windows embedded in the walls of said top floor. ...Or as it should be said, that were embedded. As each of them as already been shattered, scattering across the floor, or have fallen down to streets below. Thankfully, no civilians are allowed remotely close to such an event, the city around assuming a horrible act of terrorism.

Which, may not be too far off. Inside, a man in full tactical gear and blood stains moves from window to window, another resident of the building sitting in the corner, a red puddle building below him, his legs broken like the windows nearby. He was bleeding out fast, and that was certain. Speaking of bleeding, guess who else is?

The second figure finally begins to fall apart, due to his wounds. Even through the adrenaline in his system, which is the only thing that kept him going. He knew his time was up, and already thoroughly knew he'd damn well not make it out alive, SWAT members storming the stairs as he fell to the ground, clenching his abdomen. he leaked like a water pipe, if it met a sledgehammer. He'd reach back as best he could, and pull out a small one-button remote from a bag on his back. After tugging in from the sack, he'd stare forward, seeing the hostage he took doing their best to shuffle into the elevator nearby, but was met with buttons too high to reach. 

The man holding the remote, (Clent, we'll call him.) Only gave a smile, blood streaming down from his mouth to his chin. The bag he had held a powerful explosive, easily able to take off the top three floors of the building they were in. It was heavy, but it was his one goal to eliminate the bastard in front of him. And that he did.

Click.

Click.

Boom.

The building shook, rubble scattering in all directions, flying shreds of concrete, steel, wood, and a thick cloud of gray and black dust joined the air. From the right view, it might look as if a volcano erupted. Years of careful construction came to a catastrophic end, and the city below was terrified. Police and firemen alike scrambled to get away from the scene, move trucks, cars, and of course, themselves. Ignoring the many lives soon to be lost below, the two atop the tower were most certainly dead, turned into bloody splatter on slabs of concrete, covered by dust. They were gone, but Clent wouldn't stay that way. No, he wasn't one to just die. At least, he would have some way of returning. His body was gone, and most likely his mind. but an almost exact copy had been made. And he was ready to come back, in time. And when he did, the world would most certainly, collectively...

Piss their pants.