User:K4/Chronicle 6: Turnabout

 Part 6 of the Chronicle saga, a collection of short stories regarding K4's characters. 

There were three of them, in an standard triangle formation. Kade's finger softly tapped the trigger of his rifle. He observed them covering each other's blind spots, constantly surveying their surroundings. Armed with cut-down MA5s for concealment, they shouldn't have been much of a threat. Three shots and they would be dead. But that wouldn't alert the small cluster of their fellow Innies half a block down. He wanted more than to just kill three useless Insurrectionists. He wanted to kill three, alert more, kill them, and cause more damage.

He wasn't sadistic like some Innie haters he'd met since he was commissioned by the Office of Naval Intelligence. He enjoyed the thrill of the battle, yes, but only because he knew that if these people really wanted what their leaders claimed, they should be ready for the rigors of standing up to the largest military might Humanity had seen since Alexander the Great. He waited until the three of them had entered the small north office, then leaned over to his "toolbox". Keying several commands, he waited exactly five seconds, then hit [ENTER].

A thunderous roar emitted from the office complex and the three Innies no longer existed. Neither did much of the north offices, either. As planned, the cluster ran over to the complex, sidearms now no longer concealed. They were just as coherent as the first three. Kade was duly impressed with how they entered and searched the ruins of the north offices. They would have made pretty good soldiers had they joined the Corps.

But, alas, they had not made that smarter career choice, and were now going to pay for it.

He entered a few more commands and hit [ENTER] again. Twenty-five blocks of shaped plastic explosives detonated and the entire office complex came crashing to the concrete. Screams, panic, running, and all other kinds of general mayhem ensued. On the captured Innie radio next to him, the chatter started to sound like white noise, there were so many units trying to get a status report from each other. Several more commands, and the rest of the channels went silent. Concurrently, about 6 more columns of smoke and particulate appeared around the city.

Kade closed his "toolbox" and gathered up his weapon. He set a small napalm charge on the radio unit and calmly walked out of the apartment he was observing his handiwork from. He stuffed his rifle into a duffel marked with the local plumbing company's logo on it and entered a waiting elevator car. He listened to the low tinkling tones of the elevator music as he thumbed a detonator for the napalm charge, then stepped out into the light, now, scarred with smoke and ash. He walked to his appropriated company car parked on the sidewalk and entered it. In a few minutes, he would be at the Terminal, and in about a half-hour, on his way out of the system.

Just another operation in the bag for Kade Harvey, Insurrectionist Hunter.