Glass litters the polished marble floor as the air of tension grips the room; everyone inside tense, all except one. Yankee’s drink levitates up to his lips, the unicorn taking a sip as he eyes the repeater carried by the unexpected militants. The other Directors stand off their seats, each of their weapons drawn and aimed at their nearest target. “Interesting…” Yankee says with some intrigue, “A repeater rifle? I’ve only seen one in my life; and I know the only ones who use these…” His eyes look dead center to Walter, a rather amused look on his face. “Sea, Air and Land. Who knew the myth was actually real?” The unicorn’s enjoyment of the subject actually drawing a small chuckle from him.
“Yankee!” Bravo shouts as he peeks over his shoulder, his bow and arrow aimed towards the orange unicorn and her glacial magic. “What the hell are you talking about? Do you mean these guys are legit!?” His wings slowly tilt, preparing to vault himself to the right location. ‘I swear this guy is crazy. Still, we did have a fallback plan, just ran into some snags.’
Now renewed with excitement, Yankee begins to tame his laughter, “Quite so, Bravo. I see it, so I believe it. I just… Hey Juliet, what was that joke you made a while back about these guys?” As if the new assailants weren’t there, he lifts up another bottle and refills his drink by hoof. “What was it? Something about them and a donkey.”
Eyes matching the hue of the few lime slices on the table stay on Lauren, the pony’s brightly colored coat making for an easy mark. “Now may not be the time Yankee.” Juliet’s wings slightly ruffle, the glisten of metal shining among the feathers. She stay nears her mate, his silver coat making him easy to keep track of as well. The serrated steel on his talons arch out and puncture the stone beneath them as he points his body at Connor, wings tucked in to make himself a smaller target.
“Damn it unicorn!” Zulu bellows, his crimson eyes matching his vision. His warhammer is clenched within his fists, nearly tapping the ceiling ahead. The Minotaur directs his growing anger at the pegasus and earth pony, their similar armor easy to point out among those around him. “Are we just going to stand here and gab, or are we getting out of here!?”
“Alright, alright!” Yankee shouts, gulping down his drink in one shot. The unicorn slams the glass down onto the table; a bright light fills the room as a loud pop resonates in everyone’s ears. As the light subsides, only Foxtrot, Yankee, and Walter remain. The forest green unicorn stands on the opposite side of the table; Walter’s rifle aimed at a magically relocated Foxtrot. “I swear, some can’t enjoy a good conversation. You two though, I have some questions for you. “Honestly Fox, you even got the SEALs involved too? Holy crap, I know you’re pissed, but I wasn’t expecting that much.” Yankee says as he pulls his longsword up onto the large table, the steel brushing away some stained reports. His amber eyes look over to Walter, “Seriously, how’d he get you on his side?”
The three groups teleport throughout the many floors of the building, each finding their surroundings completely altered. The Directors emerge into their new environment with their marked targets, readying their weapons to strike.
Several levels below the skyscraper, the chilled air is met with the incandescent lighting to reveal a large storage area. A maze of boxes and crates filled with a wide variety of items from household items to imported weapons break the large room apart. A loud pop is heard before the stomp of Zulu’s hooves; the Minotaur looking around for the two Equinox guards. A flash of light emerges a short distance away from him, marking off the location of his enemy. His smile couldn’t be any wider as he marches forward, carrying his hammer with some excitement. “Come on Sasha, let’s go hunting.”
Towards the 40th floor of the building, rows upon rows of books and scrolls rest silently in the complex’s vast archive. The ceiling height itself rises to two stories, utilizing rows of ceiling fans equipped with large lights to illuminate the texts, tables, and chairs strewn about in a disorganized manner. Bravo lands his hooves onto the ceramic tiling, first looking up at the lights above. Spreading his wings, he takes off and aims his first arrow; flying up to the end of each row, he fires the projectile across the room. The lights are shattered to pieces, instantly casting a third of the archive in shadow. On the far end of the chamber, Tinder emerges in a flash of light, landing on a table half covered in literature. Her posture and position doesn’t change; a second later Morgan appears facing her, the barrel of the rifle mere inches away from Tinder’s nose as the unicorn’s ice daggers point dangerously close to several parts of her body.
In the 86th floor of the structure, the typical office scene is present; rows upon rows of tables lined up and equipped with typewriters, stacks of paper, and smaller supplies. Wall high windows evenly illuminate the room, providing perfect sunlight to the various ficuses dotting the halls. Larger ceiling fans provide a light breeze throughout, an immersive addition to the view of the Manehattan skyline outside. A loud pop goes off as Juliet and Romeo teleport into the spacious office; they find themselves on opposite sides of the room, a planned strategy now unfolding. The two griffons turn around and drive their talons against the window behind them, shattering the glass and letting in a furious high altitude wind. Pencils and rulers fling off onto the ground as papers near the windows fly up into the air, the deafening whistling and howling of the gale adding the to the chaos. In the center of the office, Lauren and Connor appear facing each other, the directors placed directly in their line of sight. Romeo tucks his body in and moves to a steady low crawl, blending into the light grey marble tiling of the floor. Juliet on the other hand pulls back her wings, revealing several columns of straight edge throwing knives; each tip colored red with an unknown powder. She takes aim and lines up her shot, right into Connor’s back.