Hotel Saragarhi: Place For A Waltz
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Kyle and Garrison reach the hostages, and have a surprise for the terrorists holding them.
The others had to be moving into position. Kane checked his watch for about the hundredth time. Any minute now Lex and Tabs would blow the power, and that was their cue. Both men had memorized the layout of the hotel, and in the darkness, they'd rely on that and Kyle's nose to locate the main group of hostages. Kane didn't like the setup one bit. It was a rushed plan, and worse, it was being done in front of an actual planned invasion. It stunk no matter how you looked at it.
"Fifteen seconds." Greycrow's voice came quietly over his earbud. Without a telepath, they had to rely on Forge's technology to make things work. He touched Kyle lightly on the shoulder. Both men were crouched at the edge of one of the rear veranda patios, counting on the sudden loss of power to cover their entrance to the building.
Even with enhanced eyesight, the transition from bright to darkness meant it would take Kyle a few moments to adjust. So, at the ten second mark, he had his eyes closed, knowing that it would eliminate those few seconds of adjustment. The hiss-pop of electricity and faint smell of ozone were all would he need to know when the power was cut. But still, he was keyed up, because to Kyle it seemed like the plan required way too many things to go right that could easily go wrong.
The lights went out, and Kane's gentle touch on Kyle's back had them moving. There were guards on the veranda, but as the lights died, they could see either man leap impossibly high, clearing the first floor and grabbing on to the balconies on the second floor to haul themselves up and in. These rooms wouldn't be guarded. Their opposition weren't stupid, and the hotel simply had too many rooms to guard them all. Better to keep a watch for a major incursion, and group your hostages in one place, somewhere central that would take a huge amount of luck for a commando squad to reach unawares.
Fortunately, talents like Kyle's and Kane's changed the odds significantly.
The weird little comm device that was replacing the telepathic switchboard was annoying, and Kyle wasn't really used to the idea of sub-vocalizing. He'd spent half the flight playing with the thing, and mostly succeeded in letting everyone hear him ask Jan if she was wearing any underwear. But he'd at least gotten the hang of the thing, sort of. "Big group, probably hostages, couple rooms down." he muttered. "They smell scared, not pissed off."
Kane looked at his tiny screen on the back of his forearm, the light muted to not illuminate anything but the screen itself. "Ballroom. We figured right. Any trace smells? Nitro, burnt wiring?" He replied, already digging into his bag for the second little surprise device for the night. The lights had now been off twenty seconds, and the shouts of surprise had started. Maybe another minute and a half before the military outside started to react, or a terrorist got the idea that this was the sign of an impending raid.
"I got formaldehyde and smog." Kyle answered. He raised his head up trying to sort out the mix of smells, and separate the ones he knew were the hostages - sweat, fear, and some blood from the ones that weren't. "And... nail polish remover?" It was just sharp enough to irritate his nose and annoy him. "Smells like when Forge is dicking around with the insides of computers."
"Electronic detonator. Perfect." Kane muttered, and Kyle caught a flash of white teeth in his dark-shrouded bearded face as he smiled. The Canadian knelt down beside an outlet, and plugged in a boxy device that looked like a phone hardline port. He touched a button on the side, and a tiny green light went on. From his perspective, it was so innocuous looking that no one would even think to wonder what it was or why it was there casually.
"That is a transmission jammer. Every private cellphone, walkie-talkie and remote device in 100 meters just got its signal blocked. Little power source inside will keep it going for twenty minutes or so. If they are planning to trigger their electronic detonator through a phone, a remote switch or even a handheld signal, nothing will happen." Kane explained quietly, as he braced at the door. "So, go in fast and hard? Disrupt them before they can think about shooting at innocent people?"
"If I say I like fast and hard, are you gonna give me shit about it later?" Kyle said, flashing a grin. The element of surprise was probably necessary here anyway, he thought, just to prevent extremely uncool things like getting shot or stabbed or shot AND stabbed. Not that it'd do much to either of the two X-Men, but it would be damn annoying.
"Wildchile, I'm going to give you shit later anyway." Kane said, and mouthed 'three, two, one' as the X-Men shattered the door with a thunderous sound, freezing their opposition in their places for three seconds before reacting.
It was three seconds too late for all of them.
Kyle and Garrison reach the hostages, and have a surprise for the terrorists holding them.
The others had to be moving into position. Kane checked his watch for about the hundredth time. Any minute now Lex and Tabs would blow the power, and that was their cue. Both men had memorized the layout of the hotel, and in the darkness, they'd rely on that and Kyle's nose to locate the main group of hostages. Kane didn't like the setup one bit. It was a rushed plan, and worse, it was being done in front of an actual planned invasion. It stunk no matter how you looked at it.
"Fifteen seconds." Greycrow's voice came quietly over his earbud. Without a telepath, they had to rely on Forge's technology to make things work. He touched Kyle lightly on the shoulder. Both men were crouched at the edge of one of the rear veranda patios, counting on the sudden loss of power to cover their entrance to the building.
Even with enhanced eyesight, the transition from bright to darkness meant it would take Kyle a few moments to adjust. So, at the ten second mark, he had his eyes closed, knowing that it would eliminate those few seconds of adjustment. The hiss-pop of electricity and faint smell of ozone were all would he need to know when the power was cut. But still, he was keyed up, because to Kyle it seemed like the plan required way too many things to go right that could easily go wrong.
The lights went out, and Kane's gentle touch on Kyle's back had them moving. There were guards on the veranda, but as the lights died, they could see either man leap impossibly high, clearing the first floor and grabbing on to the balconies on the second floor to haul themselves up and in. These rooms wouldn't be guarded. Their opposition weren't stupid, and the hotel simply had too many rooms to guard them all. Better to keep a watch for a major incursion, and group your hostages in one place, somewhere central that would take a huge amount of luck for a commando squad to reach unawares.
Fortunately, talents like Kyle's and Kane's changed the odds significantly.
The weird little comm device that was replacing the telepathic switchboard was annoying, and Kyle wasn't really used to the idea of sub-vocalizing. He'd spent half the flight playing with the thing, and mostly succeeded in letting everyone hear him ask Jan if she was wearing any underwear. But he'd at least gotten the hang of the thing, sort of. "Big group, probably hostages, couple rooms down." he muttered. "They smell scared, not pissed off."
Kane looked at his tiny screen on the back of his forearm, the light muted to not illuminate anything but the screen itself. "Ballroom. We figured right. Any trace smells? Nitro, burnt wiring?" He replied, already digging into his bag for the second little surprise device for the night. The lights had now been off twenty seconds, and the shouts of surprise had started. Maybe another minute and a half before the military outside started to react, or a terrorist got the idea that this was the sign of an impending raid.
"I got formaldehyde and smog." Kyle answered. He raised his head up trying to sort out the mix of smells, and separate the ones he knew were the hostages - sweat, fear, and some blood from the ones that weren't. "And... nail polish remover?" It was just sharp enough to irritate his nose and annoy him. "Smells like when Forge is dicking around with the insides of computers."
"Electronic detonator. Perfect." Kane muttered, and Kyle caught a flash of white teeth in his dark-shrouded bearded face as he smiled. The Canadian knelt down beside an outlet, and plugged in a boxy device that looked like a phone hardline port. He touched a button on the side, and a tiny green light went on. From his perspective, it was so innocuous looking that no one would even think to wonder what it was or why it was there casually.
"That is a transmission jammer. Every private cellphone, walkie-talkie and remote device in 100 meters just got its signal blocked. Little power source inside will keep it going for twenty minutes or so. If they are planning to trigger their electronic detonator through a phone, a remote switch or even a handheld signal, nothing will happen." Kane explained quietly, as he braced at the door. "So, go in fast and hard? Disrupt them before they can think about shooting at innocent people?"
"If I say I like fast and hard, are you gonna give me shit about it later?" Kyle said, flashing a grin. The element of surprise was probably necessary here anyway, he thought, just to prevent extremely uncool things like getting shot or stabbed or shot AND stabbed. Not that it'd do much to either of the two X-Men, but it would be damn annoying.
"Wildchile, I'm going to give you shit later anyway." Kane said, and mouthed 'three, two, one' as the X-Men shattered the door with a thunderous sound, freezing their opposition in their places for three seconds before reacting.
It was three seconds too late for all of them.
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