City of the Dead Raze
Posted: 05 Apr 2014, 16:35
The vampire threaded a thin metal wire into the mechanism of the explosive grenade, tying it carefully into place before taking the line to the other side of the narrow passage way and snaking it across the floor. He tucked the opposing end inside one of the myriad scars and cracks that lined the the ancient stone walls and securing it into place by looping it around a craig. From behind him could be heard the rattling staccato of gunfire and discharge of automatics combined with the sounds of screams and roars of battle as a full-pitched conflict seemed to be taking place somewhere just off in the distance.
Ripper ignored the sounds of the carnage while carefully picking his way through the briar web of hidden sensors and tripwire. Stopping a moment, long enough to unravel the folded architectural documents and clicked a penlight held in his mouth to study the mausoleum blueprints, taking care to make sure that each of the circled areas marking off the structural weakness inherent in the foundation were filled and that nothing still had been left to chance.
Finally reaching the end of the long hallway, the Killer looked inside to check on the dwindling level of resources still remaining inside his pouch. Selecting out one last block of C4, the vampire used duct tape to secure the explosive above him atop the keystone crowning the south door of the mausoleum exit stairs and pinned inside a timing stick to make sure it was activated. Even if nothing else happened and every one of the secured booby-traps were disarmed and discovered the detonation from this brick would at least make sure the passageway was collapsed and that this entryway would be filled in from the resulting rubble; sealing the underground catacombs into...well, quite effectively a tomb.
Finished now in his task, the man paused to give a moment of somber reflection to the level of carnage now scheduled to ensue. The influx of gathered vampires while they exited en mass on their way from their way from the City of the Dead raid should be enough to trigger off the multiple interrelating explosives that had been set up scattered across the ancient compound more or less simultaneously. The collateral damage should be expected to be significant; perhaps even enough to collapse in the aging structure completely.
Although the majority of Ripper's concerns might have been of worry towards his own precious church resting several stories above that he had long claimed as lair, he was not unaware of the more visceral consequences that were sure to befall his own kindred (many of whom had never ventured a grievance upon him). He had taken an uncharacteristic caution *not* to let inform himself of who would be there in attendance there-preferring instead to picture them as only a faceless lot of inhumanity to whom he held only a generic similarity. This he reasoned, as in life or during war, was all but a necessary sacrifice that must be made for the greater good. The only trick there was to be the one doing work as the sacrificer and not the sacrificed.
Ripper ignored the sounds of the carnage while carefully picking his way through the briar web of hidden sensors and tripwire. Stopping a moment, long enough to unravel the folded architectural documents and clicked a penlight held in his mouth to study the mausoleum blueprints, taking care to make sure that each of the circled areas marking off the structural weakness inherent in the foundation were filled and that nothing still had been left to chance.
Finally reaching the end of the long hallway, the Killer looked inside to check on the dwindling level of resources still remaining inside his pouch. Selecting out one last block of C4, the vampire used duct tape to secure the explosive above him atop the keystone crowning the south door of the mausoleum exit stairs and pinned inside a timing stick to make sure it was activated. Even if nothing else happened and every one of the secured booby-traps were disarmed and discovered the detonation from this brick would at least make sure the passageway was collapsed and that this entryway would be filled in from the resulting rubble; sealing the underground catacombs into...well, quite effectively a tomb.
Finished now in his task, the man paused to give a moment of somber reflection to the level of carnage now scheduled to ensue. The influx of gathered vampires while they exited en mass on their way from their way from the City of the Dead raid should be enough to trigger off the multiple interrelating explosives that had been set up scattered across the ancient compound more or less simultaneously. The collateral damage should be expected to be significant; perhaps even enough to collapse in the aging structure completely.
Although the majority of Ripper's concerns might have been of worry towards his own precious church resting several stories above that he had long claimed as lair, he was not unaware of the more visceral consequences that were sure to befall his own kindred (many of whom had never ventured a grievance upon him). He had taken an uncharacteristic caution *not* to let inform himself of who would be there in attendance there-preferring instead to picture them as only a faceless lot of inhumanity to whom he held only a generic similarity. This he reasoned, as in life or during war, was all but a necessary sacrifice that must be made for the greater good. The only trick there was to be the one doing work as the sacrificer and not the sacrificed.