The President's helicopter landed on the rooftop helipad of the Underground's political building, defying all kinds of logic. The man within stepped out onto the tarmac as the blades of the helicopter began to slow, a grave look on his face. He was here where the Blarzigordian's were located and he was going to lead the charge to their demise.
A distraught
Ash was waiting on the roof, she was to serve as his aid that day but in her state of pallor she didn't look like she was up to the job… or any job really.
"Are you sure you're fit to work?" the President asked
"Yes Sir." she replied "It's just…"
"Yes what is it?"
"You better just see for yourself..."
Ash said, practically whimpering.
The President followed her inside and into an elevator. With a quick press of a button, he was en route not to the conference room as he expected but to the lobby.
"What's going on?" the President started to say, however the doors opened and a sudden booming voice cut him off.
"Move away! This is a crime scene!" the Special Agent called, a silver badge displayed to demonstrate his authority. The President gasped at what he saw before him: a man was lying on the marble floor of the lobby in a pool of blood, impaled on a flag that had been switched to display the Blarzigordian banner.
"Who is this?" the President asked, feeling sick to his stomach.
"We have identified the victim as
Eros sir. He worked in the pizza place across the street and was attacked whilst delivering a meatlovers to one of our staff." The Special Agent said, his voice professionally cold.
eros is dead. He was one of the Masses.
It was at that moment that
arachnidsGrip staggered into the lobby from a barely visible door concealing a staircase, a blank look on her face as she walked directly through the crime scene and out the door muttering constantly to herself
"Who am I? Where am I? Why do I feel like I have somewhere I should be?"
A lot of strange things seemed to have happened during the previous night. However some success seemed to have come to the President's task force as he discovered. The Interceptor and Special Agent both had managed to fulfil their most recent missions. The rest of the team had no good news to report though and merely spent their time asking questions that nobody could answer.
Even as the President's briefing occurred, two people sat at a diner down the road. Not noticing the zombie-like
arachnidsGrip stumble passed the window. They were too busy speaking in hushed tones, peaceful music drowning out the words they spoke.
"Welcome to the beginning of our army. We will set this city free."
"It's a pleasure to begin working with you, sir."
One person was not paying any attention to the news. He had not killed the previous night; he had not heard his instructions. This had not happened before and it had made him nervous. Today it seemed though all would be well for a message was oozing over his bathroom mirror in a strange green slime.
Kill the 7th, 16th or 21st before the next day dawns. Blargh.
Lord Blarzigord grinned, displaying his rows of endless pointed teeth that reached to the corners of the universe. His uprising had just begun.