City Streets

[Byrain Fox]

[I’m going to take that as all the way till he pulls the string]


The gas would begin to slowly fill the room. He wasn’t in a hurry; after all, he could breathe just fine thanks to the oxygen tank on his back. While most suffocated, he was perfectly fine in it. With that said he was able to mosey along; taking his time with what he needed to find. As he searched through nook and cranny, he would soon find the object he had been searching for. He placed it on a nearby oval table, as he began to go back to the previous room; closing the door behind him. Still taking his sweet time, he began to search once again; the item he now seeked was a spool of string. Going through drawers and cabinets, when he found nothing he would move to the next room. He would finally find what he needed, a spool of what appeared to be kite string that was more than large enough to get the job done.


He moved back into the kitchen quickly; grabbing the last of his grenades off his belt and tied the end of the kite string to the grenade handle. He then squeezed the handle tight, placing the spool to the side as he grabbed the soup can and placed it closer to him. As soon as he let out a deep breath he pulled the pin from the grenade, grabbed the soup can quickly and slide the grenade into it. If he had seen a bright light, it would have meant it failed; but instead, the grenade fit snuggly enough to push the handle down. Grinning to himself, he went over to the nearest window. When he saw the coast was clear, he took the spool and carefully unwound; letting the string drop to the floor. Once there was enough for safe measure ( but not too much to backfire), he opened the window and let the spool drop; unwinding in the process. He then quickly shut the window without making it slam.


Carefully stepping over the string on the floor, he walked out of the kitchen, cracking the door only slightly. Byrain wasn’t quite satisfied yet with the set up just. He grabbed onto his flamethrower, taking look over it. He was thinking about using the gasoline in the tank, but he didn’t know whether or not he would need it. After all, he didn’t know whether or not he was going to bump into anymore tin heads. Though the anit-argument he came up with was could he really take –on- more of them? After all, they’re not fleshy beings. Even though they’re damaged by it, it doesn’t take them down fast enough. So in short, he would just be wasting it for nothing. And he might as well make it useful for something worth it.

And this was such an occasion. He untwisted the cap of the tank of his flamethrower and began to slowly drizzle the floor. Making sure to stay low enough from prying eyes outside, he dosed the entire living room floor with the flammable fuel. Once the tank was empty, he twisted the cap back on and slide the flame thrower back on his shoulder. Now he was satisfied. Going back to the room where he entered, he made sure the coast was clear before exiting and finding the spool of kite thread.

And then he began walk, slowly as he unspooled the thread and paid attention to his surroundings; sticking close to the sides of buildings. Anytime an eyebot came along, he would drop the spool and hide; jumping inside a window. Once it had left, he would pick the spool back up and start his trek again. All the while the butterflies where jumbling up in his stomach with absolute glee. As much as he didn’t want to get caught, he was going to. Because at this point, he wanted to be -known- for the wake of destruction he was going to unleashed. It didn’t matter whether or not he was going to die. It was all about being known for the built up catastrophe he was going to commit. Not to mention he didn’t know what else he was going to do anyways. After all, it was obvious the city went to hell. So what better way to go out, than to cause a mass explosion and great inferno?


Once he managed to get fifty yards away, all the while dodging eyebots, he would finally come across what would be considered a bustling street in the city. He flipped his hood down and proceeds to take off his mask; along with turning of his oxygen tank. He breathed in a deep breathe of satisfaction as he stood on the side walk, before yanking hard on the string.


[I shall give you the honor of choosing how badly this thing goes off.]

[Dr. Robotnik]

[The street wouldn't be bustling. Everyone in that area would be doing slave labor right now elsewhere.]

Fifty yards away, a muffled boom echoed through the city streets, followed a split second later by the secondary explosion of the gas. The entire side of the building where that apartment was exploded outwards, sending chunks of brick, metal, and plaster flying everywhere. With the excessive rubbish throughout the building, it acted exactly like fireplace kindling and quickly caught fire. Within seconds the core of the building was engulfed in flames. Loud groaning sounds could be heard over the popping flames, as the weakened supports struggled to hold the entire building up. Before long, a part of the tenement would collapse straight downwards.

Naturally, all the spybots in the area quickly zoomed to the explosion to get a good view of the catastrophe. However, Byrain might notice the distinct lack of emergency responders. The robots appeared to be just going over to the building and looking around for what caused the fire, instead of trying to stop it.

[Byrain Fox]

[I dunno, I was thinking he was out of that section. Maybe a map should be made of the place. @_@]

After the explosion, Byrain stumbled out onto the street before running to the other side. Once there, he got a good look at the damage he had just caused. He smiled giddily, like a child, before beginning to laugh manically allowed. As he watched the flames, his joy soon turned sour. Probably because the robots didn’t see him nor pay any attention.

At first, he felt offended by this. After all, he just succeeded in utterly destroying a transitional space, and nobody saw him? But as he stared as his work, he decided that maybe this was just a better opportunity for him. After all, if the robots were paying attention to the already blazing fire, then he could easily start a slow one.

Looking left and right, Byrain side walked into an alley, hoping into another window. As he landed inside the mostly crappy an barren room, he reached into his pouch and grabbed his lighter fluid and a pack of matches. Once in hand, he decided to try his luck; hoping to find another gas-lite stove.

[Dr. Robotnik]

[Sorry for the delay. I was kinda hoping Chadin and Novus would reply faster to the command center topic so they could...ya know...come after you?]

One of the SWATBots couldn't help but notice a long white kite string leading away from the smoking wreckage of the former tenement. The bot decided to follow it to see where it would lead. Perhaps it was some sort of detonator cord? It couldn't think of any other reason why such a long string would be leading away from the building.

[Byrain Fox]

Once he found the kitchen, and thus the stove he placed his mask back on. He was about to set the gas off before he stopped. Since he was thinking about it, he went over to the fridge and opened it. Inside was nothing short of a miracle, as there were two, twelve packs of alcohol. Though as much as he wanted a drink, he thought of a much more useful purpose to it. He grabbed the two packs out of the fridge and went over to the stove. He turned the gas on, but instead of taking the handle off he grabbed into his pouch and got a box of matches. He lit one of the burners on the stove and then scurried about to get a large pot. Once found, (placed the burner on high) He took all twelve from one and then six from another and poured it in, placing a lid over the pot. It would take a bit, but in a little while he would have something to surface for gasoline for his flamethrower.

{May edit later, but this is the general idea}

[Rampage]

[sorry, expected Novus to reply or something. Moving on....]

"Ahhh... Much better." Rampage grinned from ear to.... well, metallic ear. The fact his robotic left jaw was left permanently exposing his teeth meant that he always looked like he was grinning.

After having paid a visit to Robotnik's medbays, both he and Novus would find themselves about as good as new. "Those medbots sure are something, aren't they? Patched us up toot-sweet. Wish I'd had some around when Sonic blew half my face off. Probably still would'a ended up like this anyway mind you. Rampage shrugged with a chuckle.

"So... let's see what the situation is, shall we?" Rampage reached for a button on the hovercraft's console. Swatbots, I want a status report on the fire and our little arson. Any intel on a little creep with a gas mask and flamethrower in the area?"

[Novus]

"Indeed, that's a step up from the manner of surgery that I'm accustomed to, I feel fine to fight again already. This Robotnik guy has some hi-tech stuff around here." Novus said in response to Rampage's comment.

[Dr. Robotnik]

The SWATbot following the kite string quickly answered Rampage's call, emotionless as ever.

"Fire appears to have started inside the building, from an explosive source. We have not determined the cause yet, although I've found what could be a detonator cord. I am trailing it at the moment. There were fires earlier today in the outskirts, and someone with a gas mask and flamethrower was sighted there. But we haven't seen him here yet. I am sending you my coordinates."

The SWATbot pressed a button on its wrist that would transmit its location to radar. Just as it finished talking, the SWATbot reached the end of the cord. It gazed around, trying to look for a trace of where the intruder could have gone next.

[Byrain Fox]

Around the time the SWATbot was reporting, Byrain finished his fuel conversion and poured the liquid into the tank. It didn’t fill the entire tank, but it was better than nothing.

[ 50/100 rounds]

Taking the rest of the bottles and opening them up and using towels he found through scavenging around, stuffed them in the six bottles. With a whistle in his step, he moved the bottles over into the over room before going back into the kitchen. He quickly moved his hand over to the knob and turned it all the way up, pulling his hand back before the flame rose. And to make sure he got the building started, he grabbed the curtain and threw it into the flame. Satisfied, he quickly ran out of the room and grabbed the six bottles on his way out and exited the building through another window.

[Rampage]

"I want Spy Eye's sweeping the area in and around that Swatbot's coordinates within a 500 metre radius. Report any signs of him or any fires immediately."

Rampage switched off the communicator and turned toward Novus in the co-pilot seat. "Okay, that's the best I can do. You got any better ideas for finding this clown?"