Chapter 6

They had created a sort of sphere around the Peanut, with some keeping it in check, a few of them holding the elevator, and the rest of the D-Class poised and ready for any breaches from behind.

Jason hefted the Micro, aiming it at the Elevator. He charged it up slightly, the barrel glowing blue and crackling with electricity. It put a lot of strain on his arms to fire this thing. Due to some physics stuff, after using it last against the Doctor, his arms felt extremely sore.

He stared up towards a metal plated generator box that seemed to connect to the gate… Maybe that would work if they were to be overrun….

Whispering something to Benedict, the tall scar-faced man spoke to a few certain people in the crowd. Among them were two former mechanics and an electrician. Even if all of the D-Class had committed crimes, most once had jobs…

After a few moments, there was confirmation. If they were to break it, the Door mechanism would be shut down. It would delay everything by a few minutes.

Soon, eight of the D-Class walked over and hoisted the Statue up. It was quite a heavy load, but manageable. A few other D-Class stared at it, with the Peanut being transported right in front of the Gate.

They reformed, three people positioned right next to the Peanut while a few others shone flashlights upon it. The rest was the same though.

This awkward silence went on for five more minutes before they heard something. By now it was obvious that the Nine-Tailed Fox was not entering through Gate B, either camping above or going in from another entrance.

They probably came in through Gate A, or Gate C, or whatever Gate there was available in the facility. It might have been better if they came in through Gate B. Would have been easier for them to cut down the first wave.

The clammering of rapid footsteps approached, and the D-Class tensed up. There were many footsteps, way more than their current number. Probably about fifty or so.

The footsteps stopped at the door before a loud male voice from behind bellowed out:

"D-Class! We know that you are in there! The facility has been surrounded by SCP agents! Surrender and put down your weapons or we will be forced to kill you!"

The D-Class were quiet for a moment, and all noise seemed to die down. Inside, they shifted from side to side, stretching out their tired arms and legs. Jason and Arjun sighed, checking their weapons, and Benedict motioned for a few people to come forwards. Then, the D-Boys (And Girls) burst out laughing. They clapped their hands and chortled as if the MTF had said the funniest joke they had heard in years.

"Really? Do you think that we will believe you!? What a joke! We'll get shot dead either way," Jason spoke, smiling widely. "Well, since we are probably going to die, we won't go down without some…. Flair. In the end, we will probably die, but a few of you losers will also perish. Good enough for us."

Another long pause could be heard before that guttural male voice sounded once more:

"Is that so? Really…. You truly have underestimated us… Soldiers, open the Gat-"

*Bam!*

A loud noise rang out, as a D-Class hefted the iron mace from before, smashing it repeatedly against the Gate. Smoke and sparks could be seen smoldering. The internal Gate mechanism was completely busted. Only an exterior force, say from the main generator room would be able to activate this Gate. it would take, from what the D-Classes mechanics and technical experts, about three minutes for them to get it back open.

"Benedict, get a few men on the door, we'll have to force it shut later…." Arjun said, aiming his gun and shooting the box for extra measure.

Jason smiled, and the D-Class went back into motion, a few curses and shouts outside.

"Get open the Gate!"

"Damn it, we forgot about the inner mechanism!"

"Relax…. We have truly sealed their fate. The D-Class are just simple criminals after all."

"The fact that they have gotten so far is not only luck, moron!"

"Some of them are mercenaries and former soldiers!"

Outside, the MTF seemed to be reforming too, with the shuffling of feet and hurried commands.

A few more men had gathered, with the Statue being mostly surrounded. Though it weakened their defense at the rear, going down in the Elevator was not an option for the MTF. They would get completely f*cked over as soon as they came down. Still, caution was key.

The D-Class busied themselves, going about the various preparations.

"So… Are we sure that the Elevator is blast-proof?" Arjun asked two D-Class. They nodded in confirmation, tapping its surface.

"Yes, it'll hold. This place, after all, does hold a lot of heavy-duty cargo."

"That is solid. If we lob in a few bombs, they'll do the trick. We know the grenade timing. It takes seven seconds for the grenade to explode and seven for the elevator to descend and ascend. Quite uncanny, isn't it?"

Jason materialized and dematerialized the pouch absentmindedly. The item flickered in and out of existence. He didn't know if he should use it right now. Worth it? Maybe. But the chance of it summoning something…. Less than savory was still there. It could get all of them killed. The first time was a gambit, as they were cornered. Second time? Gamblers fallacy. But this time was slightly different. There was no need for the pouch. There plan was also a gambit, playing on the unexpected, but had a chance of success.

"So, do you think they have night-vision goggles?" Benedict asked Arjun worriedly.

"Probably. The damned Foundation is pretty rich." He replied, scratching his bushy brown hair.

Jason walked over, speaking quietly through the bustling:

"Even if they have them, the lights are on. Why the hell would they need to turn them on for…..?"

"True," Benedict said, before going on:

"But what if they have some sort of movie-crap. Like, you know, x-ray vision, or some heat-detecting stuff. Won't our plan be a bust?"

"Dunno." Jason shrugged. "But we have to take the risk."