Nevertheless (DISCONTINUED, REWRITE IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 3

The room is pretty interesting-looking. It was like those meeting rooms in submarines. Like in that old book about a sea monster. Something-thousand Leagues Under the Sea, I think? It was about the size of a storage shed, and had two windows facing outside, where I came in. Across from the windows was the entrance door, that was locked to keep the kids from coming in and destroying the place. In the middle was a nice blackwood table with a shelf underneath to store maps and documents. It had about 4 chairs surrounding it on each edge, and had a document and map spread on it right now. On the wall to the left of the windows was a large map of the city, with red pins and string labeling it. Across from the map was a walk-in storage closet where we kept drawers, extra chairs, and other random shit. I also hide Christmas presents in it.

I walked over to the document on the table and scanned it over. There was a small birds-eye-view map next to it labeling a building. The document explained that Wrath owned a human-trafficking center and had a large shipping of literal children coming to her building.

"I swear to god this woman makes me sick." I groaned as my stomach churned in disgust. I could never imagine willingly selling human beings, especially children, into such a sickening business like a bunch of sex dolls. And the people that actually go to these places? Don't they have anything better to waste their dirty money on?

Rebel came up next to me and nodded. "The shipping is coming in this evening so we have to be quick." I sighed and turned to them.

"Did you notify Ash about this?" I asked. Summer nodded.

"Yeah. Her and Cyan have practically an entire army of pissed off kids backing us up. Somewhere around 3,200."

I widened my eyes. "Really? That many?"

Summer smiled. "She sent an alert out and it caught the attention of about every victim's siblings and survivors of that organization. They're very vengeful. And you know how people thirst for the blood of injustice."

I nodded in surprise. "Yeah, I don't blame them. If one of my kids or siblings were caught up in that, I'd go batshit." I pondered for a moment. "Speaking of kids, did any parents or adults get involved?"

Rebel nodded. "Yeah. It was mostly 17-25 year olds, but quite a bit of adults make up about 24% of the group Ash created. They're ready to strike tonight."

I groaned dramatically. "Ok fine, but once this is over I'm taking the weekend off to be with Neko and the kids." Rebel and Summer chuckled at my antics.

Rebel thought for a moment. "When do you think we should hit?"

I looked at him for a moment before answering. "When does the shipment come in? We should attack when it does so that we can get the kids out quickly."

Summer hummed. "Maybe, but at the same time, they're at their highest guard when shipments come in because that's when the doors are opened and people could find out the true colors of the organization."

Rebel shrugged before speaking. "You have a point. We can't attack from the outside because that's where they're focusing on. They need to make sure no one gets in that isn't supposed to get in."

I closed my eyes for a bit in thought before opening them again. "Then we need to attack from the inside." Summer and Rebel turned to me in confusion. I continued.

"We use the piping and ventilation system. Send someone in to hijack their security system and distract them. That'll give us a chance to get in and attack from the outside." I spoke. Rebel closed his eyes for a second while Summer grabbed one of the documents and skimmed it over.

"They have 11x12 sized vents. I don't think any of us are small or light enough to deal with that. It could probably barely fit a child." Summer said as she read through.

I smiled as I looked at them. "It could fit a toddler." Both of them whipped around to glare at me.

"You aren't planning on putting someone's toddler in a life-or-death situation, are you?" Summer huffed. I laughed.

"Why would I use someone else's when I can use my own?" I quirked an eyebrow as both of them gaped. Summer was about to object when she paused, thinking it through.

"Would they be able to manage it? I mean, I know you've been teaching your kids to protect themselves and have been raising them on all sorts of crazy shit, but they're still toddlers. You sure they won't mess it up?" She asked. I nodded assuredly.

"Yeah. The twins were never the easily distracted or slow-processing type of kids. They know what to do and when to do it. They're very clever and resourceful." I said. Rebel and Summer exchanged a glance.

Rebel spoke. "Well which one? We can't send in both because that would make it too obvious. They'll find them quicker with both." He said as I pondered.

"Damien." I responded. "He's the more quiet and collected one of the two. Misty is skillful and clever but she's not patient. It's better to send Misty through an immediate attack kind of situation. This is a wander and wait kind of situation, so Damien will handle it better."

Summer and Rebel thought it through before nodding in agreement. At this moment, the door unlocked and two new figures walked in the room. Me and the other two turned to them before smiling.

"Hey Cyan, Ashley." Rebel waved. Ashley fixed her rounded glasses before waving back.

"Hey guys, we got the army ready. Alister is waiting."