“We need to act fast” continued the Doctor. " I have learned that the hostages are currently being held at a former state police station on the outskirts of New York for just a few hours. However, once the V’sori Warlord who captured them finishes preening for his masters he is likely to take them directly to a Man O’ War battleship parked in low-earth orbit Once there, the family will likely endure final questioning before their televised execution around the world . We only have a window of a few hours."
“The V’sori holding compound is located in a heavily guarded state police barracks along the main highway on the outskirts of the city. My intelligence indicates that two V’sori aircraft, a M’buna and a Manta are parked outside of the facility and guarded by six Drone warriors No other security devices are apparent . The Warlord, and no doubt other guards, are inside. "
“You must formulate a plan and act quickly. I can get you within a few hundred yards. You have thirty minutes to formulate a plan before I collect you outside. That is all.”
Forty minutes later, on a warm summers evening, they stood hidden in the woods adjacent to the station. By the looks of it was some sort of former training facility – probably for new inductees. It consisted of a two storey built in typical sixties style, facing out onto a grass lawn bearing a couple of old cannon, and flanked by a number of one storey buildings forming a sort of courtyard, and guarded on the front by a tall Paladin fence and a small gatehouse.
To the front of this was a car park, and the whole was set in extensive grounds, with sports pitches and such, which clearly hadn’t been maintained in three or four years. A M’ Buna was parked on the car park, and a Manta on the grass nearby. Half a dozen Drones stood guard.
Harrier shot out and impaled one of the Manta Drones on her Talons, while the others poured fire on the other. Before they enemy even had time to react Harrier had screamed across to another two Drones standing guard outside the M’ Buna, and thrust her talons deep into the bellies of both. Putrid bile gushed out, and they toppled to the ground. The enemy were now starting to move however.
Four drones maintained a guard outside the door of the two storey building, while four others positioned themselves for a firefight with the attackers.
Arrowhead slipped forward stealthily, caught the toe of her boot in a rusty tin can, and as she kicked it off toppled over cutting her fingers on another rusty can. She howled aloud in pain, while the can she had kicked off smashed a window. Unsurprisingly, a Drone poured fire at her. She drew a bead on him and her bowstring snapped.
“This just isn’t my day” she thought.
Indeed it wasn’t. A Window smashed in the perimeter of one of the courtyard, and a K’Tharen poked its ugly snout out, pouring a hail of automatic blaster fire at her, grazing her side. Limping and useless, she staggered around behind the Manta for cover.
More K’ Tharen had poured into the courtyard to bolster the Drones, and with their aggressive tactics they started to outflank Secutor – hovering and playing an ineffectual Hit and Run using the tailplane of the Manta – and the cowering Arrowhead as she fumbled to take med stims and restring her bow.
Fixer had teleported back into the cover of the woods, and managed to take down the K’Tharen leaning out of the window with his blaster. Another appeared, and this time teleporting close he grabbed it with his paralysis gauntlet: it stood frozen, while he aimed his blaster through its mouth, blowing its head off with a spray of gore and a strong odour of fish. He climbed through the window and made his way toward the front door and the central courtyard.
Meanwhile Harrier had ambushed a K’Tharen straggler, while the remaining three poured fire at Arrowhead and Secutor, who seemed to spend most of his time hiding. Finally Arrowhead managed to restring her bow, and falling flat shot an arrow underneath the Manta and into the groin of one of the Fins, who toppled over.
Peeping out into the courtyard Fixer targeted the four Drones protecting the door with his Siren Projector, and as they staggered about stunned he yelled into his comms. In a flash Harrier flew over, and her ripping talons made short work of all four as she attacked furiously.
Meanwhile Arrowhead had disposed of another K’Tharen and a Drone, and finally poking his head out and doing something useful, Secutor got lucky and blasted the final Fin.
""Kill the Hostages!" shouted a voice from the second floor. Cursing, Fixer teleported into the ground floor and then raced for the stairs leading up.
From the upper floor more Fins in elaborate armour were now also opening windows, and Arrowhead pierced the throat of one of these, while Harrier flew up and crashed through the window into another, removing his head. As Arrowhead also raced for the building, Secutor cowered safely up on the rooftops.
On the upper floor Harrier and Fixer now found themselves in a long corridor running the front length of the building. Two Fins were in this, and one of them opened a door into a side room, from which they heard female screams. Cursing Harrier barrelled into the other, who was forced to defend himself.
Inside a small room the huge Fin confronted the First Lady, flanked by a cowering Mary and Chelsea. He grinned, and still holding his blast rifle in one hand, he held up his massive claw to rip Hilary’s head clean off.
Unknown to him, back in Yale in 1971 Hilary had attended, during her ultra feminist phase, a Male Chauvenist Pig Self Defence class taught by a huge Bull Dyke called Petunia Crowe. Occasionally she still had fantasies about the times they had in the showers afterwards: Thank God Bill never found out.
As his massive rippling muscled arm swept down towards her face she could almost hear Petunia’s strident voice blaring into her ear.
“Step to the side and punch hard into his forearm, then smack your shin in his nuts harder” And then, “I’ll see you in the showers afterwards.”
The Fin blinked in surprise as Hilary sidestepped, and then grinned in derision exposing his shark like teeth as Hilary feebly punched and hurt her shin on his body armour and thick scaled hide. Then Harrier’s claws tore two huge holes in him from behind, showering Hilary in what smelled like fish guts.
A V’sori had appeared at the end of the corridor now, and one of some status if his armour was anything to go by. He snarled and the air seemed to ripple along the corridor, staggering Harrier and knocking Fixer almost senseless. Behind them Arrowhead managed to make her way up the stairs. Harrier ducked into the room with the Clintons.
Mistakenly assuming that all was safe now, Secutor flew down from the roof and hovered outside the corridor. He decided to run again but then saw Harrier streak out through the window and outside again, tearing round in a tight circle to swoop behind the V’sori and claw though the windows at him. For form’s sake he decided to fire a shot from his blasters before skulking back off to the roof to hide.
But the V’sori was surrounded now, and without his henchmen around him he was a relatively easy mark. An arrow from Arrowhead took him in the shoulder, and together with Fixer’s Siren Projector he swayed and staggered. Harrier smiled at his surprise as her talons ripped through his chest from behind.
Secutor swooped down and shot at his corpse as he slumped to the ground. Arrowhead and Harrier looked at him contemptuously.