Part CXXIV: Line of Bombs
Date: Kapton 30th, 114 A.U.
Oldin walked softly through the tunnels, looking around as he tried to figure out where they had all gone. For over 10 days his agents had been looking for the tunnels, looking for any signs of the elven terrorists that were and escaped into the tunnels. Still, however, they could not find them. And Oldin was getting worried.
Oldin paused and looked at his watch. It was 11 o'clock. In two hours, Iraina was planning on giving some important speech that he claimed would speed his new policy concerning the elves. Ever since he’d gotten the communicator from Astrid, he had been itching to use it. Oldin didn't know what Iraina planned to command Xavier team to do. But he knew that Iraina planned on explaining all of that in his speech. And so, Oldin hoped that he would be able to give his investigation done in time, so that should be able to listen to the speech.
Oldin paused as he heard static coming in on his walkie-talkie. Picking it up, he held up his year as he heard the voice coming in.
"Oldin?" It was one of his agents. “Oldin, this is Agent 54 coming in. Do you read me?"
"This is Oldin," Oldin spoke into the walkie-talkie. “What have you found?"
"I have found suspicious items near the third tunnel," Agent 54 replies. “Some scraps of clothing and bullet. It seems like there's more here, though."
“Like what?”
“The wall of the tunnel here—it’s unnatural,” Agent 54 said. “When you point the flash light in certain way, it’s clear that it isn’t part of the rest of the tunnel wall.”
“Stop there,” Oldin said, mind racing. “Stay there—don’t move. I’ll be with you in a moment. I’m signaling in for backup now.”
“This tunnel wall is definitely different,” Oldin said, pacing as the three agents hastily began pulling out their kits. Oldin thought for a moment.
“Stop,” he finally said. The agents paused. “We don’t have time to inspect it.”
“But-” Agent 54 began.
“The elven terrorists have evaded us for too long, and you know how all the information we’ve gotten recently points to an accelerated launch date of whatever their plan is!” Oldin said. “We’re running out of time. How thick is it?”
Agent 54 pulled out one of the instruments and placed it against the wall, tapping the wall with a metal rod to produce a note. He looked down at the machine. “About six inches thick,” he said. “It’s likely a door of some sort.”
“I’ve gotten that far already,” Oldin said. “It’s a door, and we don’t have time to figure out how they get into this place, so we’re doing this the old-fashioned way.”
“You mean-”
“We blow it up.”
The explosion rattled the premises as Oldin lay flat against the wall. As the debris settled, Oldin moved forward, pointing his gun at the hole in the wall of the tunnel as the other three agents helped to encircle it. Inside was dark and empty. Oldin flicked on his flashlight and slowly moved in, scanning the premises for any enemies. There was none.
Inside was a room containing a large computer, a table with papers strewn around it, many filing cabinets, and weapons strewn around in various places. One of the agents instantly fired his gun, snuffing out a security camera. The two other agents moved over to the computer. Oldin made for the table, quickly flipping through papers.
“This place was used recently,” one of the agents said as he put his gloves on, opening a filing cabinet. “There’s a cup of coffee on top of this cabinet that’s still slightly warm. Dusting for fingerprints should give us a whole slew of suspects.”
“The calendar on the wall has a countdown to today,” another of the agents by the computer quickly said. “It’s called ‘Launch Date.’”
“Then we’re already nearly too late,” Oldin snapped as he flipped through the papers. He paused and then slowly pulled out a large sheet of graph paper. On it was depicted a full map of the tunnel systems, along with red ‘x’s positioned in the tunnels. Oldin’s eyes moved over to the map key, and he suddenly froze.
Oldin cursed and looked up. “They’ve planted explosions all throughout the tunnels,” he said. “It’s all on this map here. The golden circles around the ‘x’s mean that they’ve already planted them. All the ‘x’s except one are circled, meaning that most, if not already all, of their bombs are prepared for action.”
“What good will come of planting explosives?” one of the agents asked, running over.
“Look at this!” Oldin snapped, waving his hand over the paper. “Look at their positions—their paths. The explosives, if powerful enough, will make one huge entry from the outside into Araelia!”
“You don’t mean-”
“And today’s the launch date!” Oldin yelled. “Look here—we’re right in the path of these explosives! They abandoned this place because this whole thing is blowing up here. And I’d wager my position that there’s a whole crap-load of elves out there just waiting to come in.”
“We have to warn the Resistance immediately.”
“My cell phone has no bars!” another agent yelled, cursing. “My walkie-talkie seems broken as well!”
“They’re two steps ahead of us!” Oldin roared. “Take the map—find the explosives and disarm them—and fast! We have no idea when they’re going to get off, but we have to stop them from doing this!”
“And you-”
“I’m going to warn Iraina!” Oldin yelled. “The whole ceremony today has to be called off! We need to get our men on the defenses and alert the dwarves! Today is the Launch Date—and the elves have set up a pathway into our city!”
Date: Kapton 30th, 114 A.U.
Oldin walked softly through the tunnels, looking around as he tried to figure out where they had all gone. For over 10 days his agents had been looking for the tunnels, looking for any signs of the elven terrorists that were and escaped into the tunnels. Still, however, they could not find them. And Oldin was getting worried.
Oldin paused and looked at his watch. It was 11 o'clock. In two hours, Iraina was planning on giving some important speech that he claimed would speed his new policy concerning the elves. Ever since he’d gotten the communicator from Astrid, he had been itching to use it. Oldin didn't know what Iraina planned to command Xavier team to do. But he knew that Iraina planned on explaining all of that in his speech. And so, Oldin hoped that he would be able to give his investigation done in time, so that should be able to listen to the speech.
Oldin paused as he heard static coming in on his walkie-talkie. Picking it up, he held up his year as he heard the voice coming in.
"Oldin?" It was one of his agents. “Oldin, this is Agent 54 coming in. Do you read me?"
"This is Oldin," Oldin spoke into the walkie-talkie. “What have you found?"
"I have found suspicious items near the third tunnel," Agent 54 replies. “Some scraps of clothing and bullet. It seems like there's more here, though."
“Like what?”
“The wall of the tunnel here—it’s unnatural,” Agent 54 said. “When you point the flash light in certain way, it’s clear that it isn’t part of the rest of the tunnel wall.”
“Stop there,” Oldin said, mind racing. “Stay there—don’t move. I’ll be with you in a moment. I’m signaling in for backup now.”
“This tunnel wall is definitely different,” Oldin said, pacing as the three agents hastily began pulling out their kits. Oldin thought for a moment.
“Stop,” he finally said. The agents paused. “We don’t have time to inspect it.”
“But-” Agent 54 began.
“The elven terrorists have evaded us for too long, and you know how all the information we’ve gotten recently points to an accelerated launch date of whatever their plan is!” Oldin said. “We’re running out of time. How thick is it?”
Agent 54 pulled out one of the instruments and placed it against the wall, tapping the wall with a metal rod to produce a note. He looked down at the machine. “About six inches thick,” he said. “It’s likely a door of some sort.”
“I’ve gotten that far already,” Oldin said. “It’s a door, and we don’t have time to figure out how they get into this place, so we’re doing this the old-fashioned way.”
“You mean-”
“We blow it up.”
The explosion rattled the premises as Oldin lay flat against the wall. As the debris settled, Oldin moved forward, pointing his gun at the hole in the wall of the tunnel as the other three agents helped to encircle it. Inside was dark and empty. Oldin flicked on his flashlight and slowly moved in, scanning the premises for any enemies. There was none.
Inside was a room containing a large computer, a table with papers strewn around it, many filing cabinets, and weapons strewn around in various places. One of the agents instantly fired his gun, snuffing out a security camera. The two other agents moved over to the computer. Oldin made for the table, quickly flipping through papers.
“This place was used recently,” one of the agents said as he put his gloves on, opening a filing cabinet. “There’s a cup of coffee on top of this cabinet that’s still slightly warm. Dusting for fingerprints should give us a whole slew of suspects.”
“The calendar on the wall has a countdown to today,” another of the agents by the computer quickly said. “It’s called ‘Launch Date.’”
“Then we’re already nearly too late,” Oldin snapped as he flipped through the papers. He paused and then slowly pulled out a large sheet of graph paper. On it was depicted a full map of the tunnel systems, along with red ‘x’s positioned in the tunnels. Oldin’s eyes moved over to the map key, and he suddenly froze.
Oldin cursed and looked up. “They’ve planted explosions all throughout the tunnels,” he said. “It’s all on this map here. The golden circles around the ‘x’s mean that they’ve already planted them. All the ‘x’s except one are circled, meaning that most, if not already all, of their bombs are prepared for action.”
“What good will come of planting explosives?” one of the agents asked, running over.
“Look at this!” Oldin snapped, waving his hand over the paper. “Look at their positions—their paths. The explosives, if powerful enough, will make one huge entry from the outside into Araelia!”
“You don’t mean-”
“And today’s the launch date!” Oldin yelled. “Look here—we’re right in the path of these explosives! They abandoned this place because this whole thing is blowing up here. And I’d wager my position that there’s a whole crap-load of elves out there just waiting to come in.”
“We have to warn the Resistance immediately.”
“My cell phone has no bars!” another agent yelled, cursing. “My walkie-talkie seems broken as well!”
“They’re two steps ahead of us!” Oldin roared. “Take the map—find the explosives and disarm them—and fast! We have no idea when they’re going to get off, but we have to stop them from doing this!”
“And you-”
“I’m going to warn Iraina!” Oldin yelled. “The whole ceremony today has to be called off! We need to get our men on the defenses and alert the dwarves! Today is the Launch Date—and the elves have set up a pathway into our city!”
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