Edea is near the Embassy building, as are General Caraway and Ambassador Frain. Four APCs are on standby, ready to depart as all participants are inside. One of those seems to be made specifically to carry cargo, and there are some peculiar crates inside.
-Omar himself has been very quietly preparing himself. Unlike his happy-go-lucky friends, he takes jobs of this nature somewhat seriously, so has been doing nothing but reading, re-reading, and re-re-reading all he has written on the nature of explosives-
-At the appointed time, he has walked over to the APCs and gives a nod to their current employers, still dressed in his futuristic armor of Bourak-made origin-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)—Takanuva boards one of the carriers with a somewhat dark frown across his face. His light staff rests against his back as he finds a place to sit aboard the carrier, and lets out a deep sigh of some emotion, maybe regret, at what he is about to participate in. But if he can save even a few lives, then maybe joining this band will not be so heavy on his conscience. He goes to mentally running over the training he had with Six before leaving the Garden, how he needed to use his strength to a limited degree or he could kill those he was merely trying to halt. A ting from his light staff reminded him of his powers, and he let himself smile a little as he heard the sounds of footsteps around him.—
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.(@Fen) Edea: Planting explosives in an assault disguised as a terrorist attack. Along with that we are making sure to see civvies escape by ringing the alarm. Then - fleeing it.
As everyone loads in, Edea gets in as well. The vehicles then start moving and gain speed, set on the missile base construction site. A winged shape is soaring above, the sphinx scouting ahead. ... Suddenly some crates in the cargo APC start moving, someone stirring within.
-Omar sits in the APC, looking pretty determined this day-
Omar: In and out...this should be a rather simple job, for once.
-MEANWHILE-
-One of the crates emanates a thumping sound. This is followed by the muffled annoyed growls of someone saying "Come on, come on! How! The hell! Did people! Invent! Wood! This! STRONG! Guh...ugh, okay...time for plan B...this is going to be a big pain in the ass to do, but it's either this or suffocate to death...", followed by the sound of a boiler plate starting to whistle with pressure-
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