although we’ve done quite a bit to weaken them in other cities around the States, we’re going to have our work cut out for us. Oliver,” he said as he motioned towards the man with the thin gray hair towards the right of the semi-circle,” will lead a distraction over in District Twenty-Three, drawing EOSF away from District Eight.”
“Petal Eight,” Goldstein said, unwilling to let things lie. He loved to see the older man squirm during his presentations.
“What kind of distraction?” Oliver asked before running his hand through the thin hair on his head. He was too old to hope for better.
“You’re going to hit the Perrel Financial headquarters, burn some records and scare the employees.”
“Sounds exciting,” Oliver said before sighing. “And how are we going to get out?” he said before looking up to the teacher.
“Quayle and the Eagles are going to attack the incoming EOSF and get you out of there,” Atlas said before a woman's voice called out from his left.
“And how are we going to get out?” Quayle asked, her voice worried as always. Thomas bit his cheek as he looked over the auburn-haired woman. She was the best person for the job, the revolution would have failed without her, but she never stopped worrying about possible disasters. Atlas looked to the captain and gave a bitter smile.
“We’re going to scramble satellite operations and cover you all with snipers while you retreat to the sewers and decommissioned subway tunnels.”
“Just like always, eh? And we have updated maps of all these?” Quayle asked, her breathing somewhat quickened. Atlas blinked slowly and nodded.
“Yes, Alex, we have you covered. But these are just the distractions, gentlemen and ladies. Again, we’re hitting this base,” he said as he pointed at the screen with a meter stick. It was one of the few things Thomas had kept with him after his teaching career. “Ikari will lead his men along with some of the civilian militias in quick strikes around the perimeter, weakening defenses, and then Gerrig will sweep in and destroy the defenses. Then we’ll raid the armory and show that even in a stronghold like Babylon, Jasper can’t hope to win this revolution. Any questions?” Atlas asked, knowing that a dozen men were about to raise their voices.
“Are you really sending us in again, Tom?” Gerrig asked in his familiar grumble. The Mastodon was an older man with dusty brown hair, obviously tired from years of fighting, but he still had fight in him. “I only have five people left from Eris; the rest of my team is just recruits. Don’t you think we might want to change it up?” he asked, but he was just telling Thomas the situation. Gerrig didn’t want to be on the front lines again, he felt like he had done far too much fighting as it stood. Atlas knew this, but he just sighed and worried the meter stick in his hands.
“Sorry Cal, but we need your specialists. We all have to pull our weight,” Atlas said, but that merely drew a scoff from the Mastodon.
“Some of us more than others….” he said before crossing his arms and looking down at the floor, but he made sure the right people could hear him. They could tell that he was talking about the Crows, which caused the room to fall silent. Thomas Xavier shifted from one foot to the other after the exchange, but soon cleared his throat.
“So, any other questions?” he asked, expecting no response. But then a single voice broke the silence.
“Why?” Templeton asked from the back wall. He had been standing there the entire time, analyzing the group of men and women in front of him. Templeton could tell that the crowd was against Atlas on this one, especially Gerrig and Quayle, but they were too afraid to show outright disapproval.
“What do you mean, Darius?” Atlas asked, his hands crossed in front of him. Maybe this was just some little show of disobedience, but in this situation
“Petal Eight,” Goldstein said, unwilling to let things lie. He loved to see the older man squirm during his presentations.
“What kind of distraction?” Oliver asked before running his hand through the thin hair on his head. He was too old to hope for better.
“You’re going to hit the Perrel Financial headquarters, burn some records and scare the employees.”
“Sounds exciting,” Oliver said before sighing. “And how are we going to get out?” he said before looking up to the teacher.
“Quayle and the Eagles are going to attack the incoming EOSF and get you out of there,” Atlas said before a woman's voice called out from his left.
“And how are we going to get out?” Quayle asked, her voice worried as always. Thomas bit his cheek as he looked over the auburn-haired woman. She was the best person for the job, the revolution would have failed without her, but she never stopped worrying about possible disasters. Atlas looked to the captain and gave a bitter smile.
“We’re going to scramble satellite operations and cover you all with snipers while you retreat to the sewers and decommissioned subway tunnels.”
“Just like always, eh? And we have updated maps of all these?” Quayle asked, her breathing somewhat quickened. Atlas blinked slowly and nodded.
“Yes, Alex, we have you covered. But these are just the distractions, gentlemen and ladies. Again, we’re hitting this base,” he said as he pointed at the screen with a meter stick. It was one of the few things Thomas had kept with him after his teaching career. “Ikari will lead his men along with some of the civilian militias in quick strikes around the perimeter, weakening defenses, and then Gerrig will sweep in and destroy the defenses. Then we’ll raid the armory and show that even in a stronghold like Babylon, Jasper can’t hope to win this revolution. Any questions?” Atlas asked, knowing that a dozen men were about to raise their voices.
“Are you really sending us in again, Tom?” Gerrig asked in his familiar grumble. The Mastodon was an older man with dusty brown hair, obviously tired from years of fighting, but he still had fight in him. “I only have five people left from Eris; the rest of my team is just recruits. Don’t you think we might want to change it up?” he asked, but he was just telling Thomas the situation. Gerrig didn’t want to be on the front lines again, he felt like he had done far too much fighting as it stood. Atlas knew this, but he just sighed and worried the meter stick in his hands.
“Sorry Cal, but we need your specialists. We all have to pull our weight,” Atlas said, but that merely drew a scoff from the Mastodon.
“Some of us more than others….” he said before crossing his arms and looking down at the floor, but he made sure the right people could hear him. They could tell that he was talking about the Crows, which caused the room to fall silent. Thomas Xavier shifted from one foot to the other after the exchange, but soon cleared his throat.
“So, any other questions?” he asked, expecting no response. But then a single voice broke the silence.
“Why?” Templeton asked from the back wall. He had been standing there the entire time, analyzing the group of men and women in front of him. Templeton could tell that the crowd was against Atlas on this one, especially Gerrig and Quayle, but they were too afraid to show outright disapproval.
“What do you mean, Darius?” Atlas asked, his hands crossed in front of him. Maybe this was just some little show of disobedience, but in this situation
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