Post by Danjon no Unmei on Aug 29, 2018 21:55:56 GMT -5
“This is an outraged! You have no right to be here!”
GRIM sat quietly on his throne while Sentai shouted angrily at the members of Japan’s National Police Force Special Assault Team who had entered their temple, their guns drawn.
“This raid is very legal, Miss Amari,” GRIM heard the squadron's captain say, calling Sentai by a name that she no longer answered to, “Please see this documents. They give us right to search the catacombs below this temple for Hiro Yamato’s remains. You can either stand aside or you will be detained.”
The dark wizard had expected this day to come. To be honest it would’ve happened months ago if not for those of GRIM’s followers within the police force who had delayed it as long as they could. What really surprised him was the fact they hadn’t bothered to break in and search the catacombs for the long dead cameraman while he had been away for the Laurentide Cup tournament. No matter, he’d known this day would come.
Sentai was about to protest once more, but GRIM held his hand up.
“Sentai, come.”
She quickly moved to stand by GRIM’s side, as he offered the captain a smile.
“The captain is simply doing his job.”
He gestured towards the entrance to the catacombs.
“Please, feel free to search them as for as long as you wish. We have nothing to hide, I assure you. You will find nothing down there but the remains of monks who died a century ago.”
And your own demise, he thought to himself.
“We will see about that, Wizard,” the captain replied. He tried to act as if he was being cautious, but GRIM noted the arrogance in the man’s voice. The officer truly believed he had him this time. Much like GRIM imagined many viewed felt about him going into the remaining two nights of J1 Summit believed they would find him alone on a team void of his Demon Brigade brethren against Mike Musket, Daichi Kusumoto and Mitsuo Shimada. Yes the J1 Summit had not gone as he had surmised it might and many were whispering that perhaps GRIM was not as dangerous as he and his follower would have them think. They would all soon learn how wrong they truly were.
He and his followers watched as the special assault team finished their preparations. The captain lead a squadron down the stars into the catacombs, leaving a few officers to watch over GRIM and the others. The dark wizard watched them go, a evil grin on his face.
“Are the preparations ready,” he whispered to Sentai.
“Yes, my lord.”
He nodded his head, satisfied, and waited patiently for their trap to be sprung.
Moments later as scream was heard from the catacombs below, which was soon followed by gun fire. GRIM and his followers watched as a pair of officers bound up the stairs, their faces pale.
“We need your help now,” one of them yelling at the officers supervising the zealots.
They didn’t wait for an answer, but simply ran back down the stairs. The remaining officers ran down after them. GRIM heard one of them cursing to himself and telling a compatriot he wished they could get a message out to have more officers sent in, but the mountain was blocking their transmission.
The screams and gunfire continued for the next several minutes, then went silent in an instant. GRIM smiled as he watched a handful of officers walk up the stairs, the same ones who had beckoned the others to follow them down into the catacombs.
“It’s done, Lord GRIM,” the lead officer said, “we had to kill more than we would have liked, but Jorogumo will feast well for some time. She sends her blessings.”
“Excellent,” GRIM replied, “You know what to do next.”
The officer nodded.
“The charges are in place. When we bring the temple down it will appear that it was caused by trapped gas, set off by an explosion. We are truly fortunate to have survived such a catastrophe.”
“Truly,” GRIM answered. He motioned them to get on with their final preparations, while he and his zealots quickly made their exit to make their exodus to Jorogumo’s other, more secluded temple.
He laughed as they departed. Soon his opponents would realize something these officers had only realized too late. They might think they had all the answers, but he was about to change the questions in a most violent way.
GRIM sat quietly on his throne while Sentai shouted angrily at the members of Japan’s National Police Force Special Assault Team who had entered their temple, their guns drawn.
“This raid is very legal, Miss Amari,” GRIM heard the squadron's captain say, calling Sentai by a name that she no longer answered to, “Please see this documents. They give us right to search the catacombs below this temple for Hiro Yamato’s remains. You can either stand aside or you will be detained.”
The dark wizard had expected this day to come. To be honest it would’ve happened months ago if not for those of GRIM’s followers within the police force who had delayed it as long as they could. What really surprised him was the fact they hadn’t bothered to break in and search the catacombs for the long dead cameraman while he had been away for the Laurentide Cup tournament. No matter, he’d known this day would come.
Sentai was about to protest once more, but GRIM held his hand up.
“Sentai, come.”
She quickly moved to stand by GRIM’s side, as he offered the captain a smile.
“The captain is simply doing his job.”
He gestured towards the entrance to the catacombs.
“Please, feel free to search them as for as long as you wish. We have nothing to hide, I assure you. You will find nothing down there but the remains of monks who died a century ago.”
And your own demise, he thought to himself.
“We will see about that, Wizard,” the captain replied. He tried to act as if he was being cautious, but GRIM noted the arrogance in the man’s voice. The officer truly believed he had him this time. Much like GRIM imagined many viewed felt about him going into the remaining two nights of J1 Summit believed they would find him alone on a team void of his Demon Brigade brethren against Mike Musket, Daichi Kusumoto and Mitsuo Shimada. Yes the J1 Summit had not gone as he had surmised it might and many were whispering that perhaps GRIM was not as dangerous as he and his follower would have them think. They would all soon learn how wrong they truly were.
He and his followers watched as the special assault team finished their preparations. The captain lead a squadron down the stars into the catacombs, leaving a few officers to watch over GRIM and the others. The dark wizard watched them go, a evil grin on his face.
“Are the preparations ready,” he whispered to Sentai.
“Yes, my lord.”
He nodded his head, satisfied, and waited patiently for their trap to be sprung.
Moments later as scream was heard from the catacombs below, which was soon followed by gun fire. GRIM and his followers watched as a pair of officers bound up the stairs, their faces pale.
“We need your help now,” one of them yelling at the officers supervising the zealots.
They didn’t wait for an answer, but simply ran back down the stairs. The remaining officers ran down after them. GRIM heard one of them cursing to himself and telling a compatriot he wished they could get a message out to have more officers sent in, but the mountain was blocking their transmission.
The screams and gunfire continued for the next several minutes, then went silent in an instant. GRIM smiled as he watched a handful of officers walk up the stairs, the same ones who had beckoned the others to follow them down into the catacombs.
“It’s done, Lord GRIM,” the lead officer said, “we had to kill more than we would have liked, but Jorogumo will feast well for some time. She sends her blessings.”
“Excellent,” GRIM replied, “You know what to do next.”
The officer nodded.
“The charges are in place. When we bring the temple down it will appear that it was caused by trapped gas, set off by an explosion. We are truly fortunate to have survived such a catastrophe.”
“Truly,” GRIM answered. He motioned them to get on with their final preparations, while he and his zealots quickly made their exit to make their exodus to Jorogumo’s other, more secluded temple.
He laughed as they departed. Soon his opponents would realize something these officers had only realized too late. They might think they had all the answers, but he was about to change the questions in a most violent way.