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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Radiant" data-source="post: 904605" data-attributes="member: 12018">Working over some background ideas at the moment and wrote a bit while at it.Trailer:The sentry leaned easily on the railing and watched the waves. His cigaret fell down and his gaze followed it all the way towards the dark water. It was his third on this break. The sentry was waiting for his friend Mike. Mike was late. Not that it mattered, since the Rock had been reopened there had been only two escape attempts and both lay more than five years back. Nothing would happen and so no one cared if the sentry took a little longer break than usual.Supervisor third class Mike Branson lay over his console. He had slept of during duty twice before and since he controlled the power dampening field of section C he would have lost his job if his superiors saw him like this. Not that it mattered, the flowing line of blood that ran down the console and originated from Mikes throat made any worries about his job security rather irrelevant. Behind Mike, still holding the knife that killed him stood a women in black. She smiled slightly beneath her hood as she studied the weapon. It was a crude thing compared to the energyblades she usually projected from her hand but the power dampening field that was projected at the cylinder was so strong that she couldnt use those powers even though she stood over a dozen meters away. She was a Delta called Switchblade and prided herself on the fact that she was one of the few member of her team who where capable of fulfilling a mission like this even without access to their powers. But the need for that would be over soon. She took one last look at the source of the dampening field, a ten meter high and two wide black metal cylinder surrounded by walkways and cables. Then she switched the controls of the field down. Slowly the electric crackle in the room died down and warning lights flared all around her. She absently hit the controls to stop the warning signal from leaving the room while she waited. Feeling her powers slowly return to her she knew that the Alpha within the cylinder would feel exactly the same. The cylinder was made of an 8 inch think steel alloy, developed by the greatest minds Delta Prime had available. It took the Alpha nearly 12 seconds to rip through its atomic structure and destroy it. The alpha stepped out of the containment chamber. In the red of the warning lights Switchblade could clearly see him. He was nearly forty now, his naked body sleek and muscled from relentless training. There his hair should have been she saw the bluish white energy he controlled. She smiled again as he nodded in her direction. She knew better than to expect any gratitude, Jonathan Reaver, leader of the Killer Angels expected nothing less than excellency from his followers. The sentry lit his fourth cigarette and cursed silently about having to wait. Behind him the wall disintegrated in a wave of bluish white antimater and before he could even notice the sentry and a whole section of the wall where gone. Only moments later the sirens started and security filled the area. The sentry was the first victim of the Alphas escape that night but he would not be the last.</blockquote>

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