Chapter 7: The Warehouse Raid
The transport van was parked in a shadowed alley a half-mile from the target warehouse in Evergreen, its engine humming low to power the external monitors that cast a flickering glow inside. The air was thick with the dry heat of an overworked heater, laced with the heavy scent of tactical sweat, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Jax Reed sat on a crate, his new ballistic vest digging into his shoulders, its weight a reassuring anchor against the pre-fight jitters thrumming in his veins. His leather jacket, still stained with coffee and blood from past brawls, hung over a seat, and he twirled his tactical knife, its blade catching the dim light of the monitors. The system's echoes—Kimiko's durability, A-Train's speed, Maeve's strength—made his body feel like a coiled spring, ready to snap. The dossier from the last raid, with its Gotham smuggling routes and rift markings, crinkled in his pocket, a constant reminder of the chaos he was chasing.
"Sarcasm levels rising, but this van's a sauna," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow with a sleeve, his hazel eyes scanning the warehouse schematic on the screen. "Blood's red paint, and I'm about to splatter it."
Emilia Harcourt leaned over the main monitor, her blonde hair pulled into a severe bun, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she traced the ventilation shafts with a calloused finger. Her tactical vest was unbuckled, but her posture screamed command, her foot tapping an impatient rhythm.
"Get done," she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade. "The Butterfly Remnant leader—an Alpha—is confirmed inside. We hit the main entrance as a diversion. Jax and Peacemaker: you go through the roof. Jax, you get to the mainframe, drop a jammer, and then you're on cleanup duty. Don't be a liability."
Christopher "Peacemaker" Smith, polishing his chrome helmet with obsessive care, grinned broadly, his red-and-blue suit a garish splash of color in the drab van. He flexed his biceps, practically vibrating with excitement.
"I'll be the Smash for Peace! Crushing this Alpha for the cause of freedom!" he bellowed, patting his helmet with a clang that made Eagly, perched on a crate, squawk in protest.
Leota Adebayo adjusted her glasses, her dark curls framing a face torn between caution and resolve, her journal open on her lap.
"Think first," she said, her voice measured but firm. "Just… try not to summon anyone who wants to kill us, okay? Focus on the command."
Jax frowned, studying the schematic, his knife twirling faster as he leaned forward.
"Why risk the roof? It looks exposed. Why not just take the front door and let me drop a heavy summon?"
Harcourt's eyes narrowed, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled toward the ceiling.
"Because that's what they're expecting, Reed. We use their arrogance against them," she snapped, her patience razor-thin. "You listen to the command. You don't freelance. Stick to the plan."
The system pinged, its cold voice cutting through the tension like a scalpel.
[SYSTEM: QUEST ALERT.]
[INFILTRATE WAREHOUSE TO NEUTRALIZE BUTTERFLY STASH.]
[CUMULATE SUMMONS: 2.]
[OBJECTIVE: PLAN MULTI-SUMMON STRATEGY.]
Jax nodded, conceding with a cynical smirk, his fingers pausing on the knife.
"Fine. Roof. Guess I should have worn my climbing spurs."
Adebayo gave him a supportive, if anxious, look, her pen scratching notes in her journal.
"I'll bind them to 'Crush remnants and don't kill the team.' It's a work in progress," Jax said, his tone light but edged with defiance.
Harcourt gave the signal, her voice a low growl.
"Go. And stick to the damn plan."
Jax gave Peacemaker a two-fingered salute, his heart pounding against the vest as they moved out, the rain-soaked streets of Evergreen glistening under flickering streetlights.
The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking mass of rusted steel and boarded windows, its air sharp with the smoky scent of industrial docks. Jax and Peacemaker landed on the metal roof with a jarring thud, the vibration shooting through Jax's legs as he crouched, the wind howling around them. Peacemaker ripped the ventilation grate off with a screech of tortured metal, and they rappelled into the main staging floor, the air inside thick with burnt chemicals and dust.
They were immediately outnumbered. A dozen goons—Petty Thugs and Butterfly-enhanced fighters—turned to face them, weapons raised, their eyes glowing with parasitic energy. In the center, a hulking Butterfly Alpha, its insect-like limbs twitching, screamed a hissing command that echoed off the concrete walls. The system blared, its urgency spiking Jax's adrenaline.
[SYSTEM: DANGER LEVEL: MEDIUM.]
[SUMMON SLOT: 3/3 AVAILABLE.]
[WILLPOWER CHECK: 90% SUCCESS.]
"Time for the heavy hitters," Jax muttered, pulling the pins on two flash-bangs and tossing them into the crowd. The white light and ringing explosion gave them a precious three seconds.
[SYSTEM: SUMMONING: QUEEN MAEVE.]
[COMMAND: SMASH THE BIG ONE.]
[DURATION: 4 MINUTES.]
[SYSTEM: SUMMONING: BLACK NOIR.]
[COMMAND: STEALTH KILL THE REST.]
[DURATION: 4 MINUTES.]
Two violent flashes erupted—one shining white, the other a dense, oily black. Queen Maeve materialized, her armor gleaming, her fists clenched with raw power, her mouth set in a grim line.
"Strength's my answer," she snarled, charging the Alpha with a force that shook the warehouse, her punches thunderclaps that sent crates tumbling.
Black Noir appeared in a shimmer, his knives glinting as he melted into the shadows, a silent ballet of violence. He dropped goons with swift, clean strikes, their bodies hitting the concrete with sickening thuds.
Jax moved with newfound agility, his knife slashing a thug's arm, the blade sinking into flesh as he dodged a counterattack. Peacemaker fired his oversized gun, shouting,
"For peace, you freaks!"
Harcourt and Adebayo joined from the main entrance, Harcourt's precise shots taking down stragglers, her cigarette glowing as she muttered,
"Chaos costs."
Adebayo ducked behind a crate, shouting,
"Out of hand!"
The fight ended with a crash as Maeve drove the Alpha through a stack of crates, debris exploding outward. Noir finished the last goons, vanishing as his timer ran out. Maeve gave Jax a nod before shimmering away, leaving him panting, his body buzzing with a tidal wave of strength.
[SYSTEM: SUMMONS USED.]
[RESIDUAL ECHO ABSORBED: MAJOR STRENGTH (MAEVE).]
[HOST STRENGTH: 1+1=2.]
[+20 SP ADDED. CURRENT SP: 70.]
[CUMULATE RESET TO 0.]
Jax flexed his fingers, his muscles feeling denser, less fragile. He scooped up a folder near the Alpha's body—Gotham intel, with a whispered margin note: "Bat's always watching." The sirens wailed in the distance, and the team grabbed a hard drive of Butterfly loot before escaping.
Hours later, in the safehouse, the air was bright with fluorescent light and the scent of disinfectant and cheap beer. Jax sat on a metal chair, his vest discarded, applying a compress to a bruise on his arm, the pain a dull throb. He sipped a flat beer, grimacing at its bitterness.
"That was… messy," Adebayo said, nursing a beer and shaking her head as Eagly fluttered down, pecking at Peacemaker's scalp.
"Ow! Eagly! The head is for wearing the helmet of peace, not for preening!" Peacemaker whined, swatting at the bird.
Harcourt cracked a rare smile, muttering,
"See? Beautiful chaos."
Jax laughed, the sound easing the tension in his chest. He tested his new strength, punching a concrete wall, leaving a spiderweb of cracks with minimal sting.
"I feel tougher. The echo's real," he thought, his smirk widening.
Adebayo caught his action, her voice soft.
"You really are getting stronger. I can see it."
"I'm the ultimate self-improvement project," Jax said, taking another swig. "A walking, talking, trauma-fueled workout."
[SYSTEM: BONDING MOMENT ACHIEVED.]
[+5 SP ADDED. CURRENT SP: 75.]
[CUMULATE RESET TO 0.]
Jax pulled out the Gotham dossier, its map marked with a bat-shaped symbol and cryptic rift graffiti. He tapped it, his voice low.
"So, where does a fully-charged, morally grey utility belt go next? Because this thing points north. Gotham travel planned, I think."
Harcourt eyed the folder, her face hardening.
"Gotham. Of course, it does. You just had to attract the big problems, didn't you, Reed?"
Jax twirled his knife, the blade catching the light, and felt the thrill of a new hunt, the system's warning echoing like a storm cloud.
[SYSTEM: RANDOM FLAVOR: SQUAD SHADOWS DETECTED.]
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