At last, the terrorists had released the last of the human hostages. From his vantage point inside the roof, Tobias breathed a soft sigh of relief. He had spent the last hour watching the terrorists in the lecture theatre below, roughly searching and kicking the weeping, terrified students onto the stage at the end of the hall. They had separated the para-humans from the humans, marching the uninfected out of the building towards the police outside. Tobias saw two of the terrorists unloading C4 from a sports bag, and began to daisy chain the explosives around the tight, compact and trembling circle of parahuman hostages.
Was he meant to feel pity or sympathy for these hostages? Tobias asked himself, upon realising that he felt little but contempt for the para-human students below. His own feelings disturbed him, what was he meant to feel? But he knew that now wasn't the time for such introspection. One of the terrorists below, a tall, blonde man with neat spiked hair who looked like the leader, was ordering that someone set up a video camera. Tobias didn't like the sound of this, things were going to get nasty.
'Jarv, you there?' he whispered to his ear piece.
'I'm here, what's going on in there?' asked Jarv anxiously.
'Looks like the terrorists are going to execute some of the hostages once they have a live video feed. Are the men ready?' he asked impatiently.
'Yes' Jarv replied. 'Tobias? Are these guy's Nemesis?'
Tobias rolled his eyes. 'No, they are the fuckin' YMCA...' he said sarcastically. 'Look, Jarv, i want the assault teams to breach through the doors nearest the stage, the hostages are all located there, make sure they don't allow the terrorists to detonate the explosives, i'll provide cover fire from the projector gallery, breach on my order, understood?'
'Understood' replied Jarv.
Tobias crept through the inner ceiling structure, careful not to tread on the ceiling panels and fall to a rather embarrassing death below. He reached were he reckoned the projector gallery was located, and gently easing the ceiling panel back, he spied a terrorist right below him. Tobias quietly drew a knife from his boot, and pounced on the unsuspecting terrorist. It was over in seconds, blood sprayed and arched through the air, splattering the viewing window, the terrorists gurgled and died on the floor.
There were shouts of alarm from inside the lecture theatre, Tobias looked at the blood splattered window and cursed. 'All teams, move in!' he cried, whilst picking up the dead terrorists assault rifle from the floor, aimed down the sights, and squeezed off two separate bursts of fire, gunning down the terrorists nearest the hostages. The doors nearby exploded in a shock of sound, the disorientated terrorists fell in a blasting cacophony of gunfire. Then it was all over, the terrorists were killed, the assault team had swarmed the lecture theatre, bomb disposal teams came in and disarmed the explosives, and the shaken hostages were being attended too.
Tobias dropped the assault rifle, and watched the medics gently escorting the scared and weeping parahumans from the hall. He still felt nothing but contempt for them. He surveyed the dead terrorists which littered the floor below him. He had little sympathy for them, but he realised that he sympathised with their motives. He shook his head sadly, anxious about his own emotions. What should he be thinking? What should he feel?
goodluck on the RP though