Without a word Rodney's team pads off in the direction of the server room.
My group heads South in search of anything that can help us disrupt the government and turn the battle in our favor. Eddie and I take the lead. Franky and Joe follow closely behind. Trying not to be in the way, Pablo follows Franky and Joe but not too closely. Life takes the rear position on the look out for enemy positions. We pass several doors but upon quick inspection elect to continue along the narrow hallway. We come to a set of double doors near the end of the hallway locked with a security key card system. Fast Eddie and I inspect the system and Eddie pulls out a bypass key he picked up from the Society's technology depot. We hear loud voices coming from the Great Hall below our level.
One of the voices says, "Governor I assure you by the end of the day the rebel threat and the secret society that have plagued us these many years will be no more." Joe's face lights up in recognition of the voices below and he reaches for his pistol. Just then we hear a groan from behind us as a blue pulsing grenade rolls near us. Pablo has fallen to his knees, his left arm clutching a strange device is lying in a pool of his own blood to the left of his torso. His right arm is extended toward us in a throwing motion. A katana pierces through his chest from his back as Life towers over him. The grenade discharges and our cloaking devices and all society powered items instantly fail. Life screams at Pablo, "What have you done!!" The grenade also disrupted Pablo's technological advantages and his disguise shatters like a mirror dropped from a great distance revealing the visage of Angelica Campton, the elder spokeswoman from The Society. Knowing her life is ending Angelica whispers in short breaths, "I've done my patriotic duty and ended your little freak show rebellion. I have called...him. The US government must endure at all costs! We will again be one people...under...God...surrender peacefully and perhaps the governor will show...mercy." With those words uttered Angelica slumps to the floor parting ways with the living with a thin smile upon her blood stained lips.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! We are distracted away from Angelica by Joe who is firing rounds from his pistol over the handrail at the people below. As he continues to fire off rounds Joe says, "I recognize that voice you bastard! You are the one who invited me to the Wooden Nickel! You killed me you bastard and now you will dance with me in death!" A voice from below shouts, "The Governor and First Lieutenant are down! Up on the mezzanine, take out those snipers!" A fury of machine gun fire strikes Joe. Realizing his Society weapons are useless, Eddie pulls his M16 from a shoulder strap and unleashes suppression fire on the crowd below. Franky heads to the key card security box and attempts to hot wire it manually.
A strong energy source overwhelming with malevolence draws my attention to where Angelica's body has fallen. Standing behind my wife is an oily black figure wrapped in dark cowls like some dark abbot from a horror movie. His blades enter and exit her body rapidly like some twisted over-sized sewing needle stuck on the pattern of my wife's torso. An instant later and she is gone, vanished as if she had never existed and all that remains is the gleeful grin of this dark assassin, mocking me with a vehemence that can only be matched by the intensity of my own eyes. Faster than thought I am upon this Grim Reaper blocking his blades and his venomous smirk with my own phantasmal attacks. The incredible power of his blows temporarily stun me and I am forced to give ground. The assassin says mockingly, "Now you will join your wife, chosen one in sweet oblivion." I feel myself relaxing, giving in to despair, losing my hold on this place and time and then I think upon the fierce fighting spirit of my wife and seem to draw from some deep reserve within me. I shove my hands deep within the oily dark cowl and say, "I am revenant, I am revenge. You are the one who shall be purged from this place. May your spirit rot in a soup of its own foulness!" I reach into his soul and squeeze with all the intensity of the vengeful spirit I am prophesied to possess. With an unnatural scream of anguish and disbelief the foul assassin is vanquished by my hands. For a moment I am dimly aware of gunfire nearby, Franky yelling "I'm in" , alarms announcing intruders echoing down the hall and the deep sound of concussion bombs going off outside. Then the blind fury of revenge takes over and I become death to all who encounter me.