FOUR DESTROYER OF MONSTER SYSTEM

Episode 5: The Heist at The Building of Kings

The night was cold and the air heavy with tension. As the Four Destroyers made their way to The Building of Kings, the quiet hum of the city around them seemed to fade into nothingness. The mission ahead was dangerous, but success would change the course of the war against the aliens. It was all or nothing now.

The Strategy Unfolds

Mr. David, the mastermind behind the human resistance, had carefully planned this operation for weeks. He had assembled the best team: Dess, the fastest and most unpredictable of them all; Jotha-Tomo, a strategic powerhouse capable of thinking five steps ahead; Feto, who could adapt to any situation with unmatched balance; and Grasshopper, a chaotic force of nature with a wild style that kept enemies guessing.

As the team approached the building, David was already giving them their final instructions. The Building of Kings was an old structure, constructed ten years ago as a storage facility for alien technology. It was said to contain some of the most valuable alien tech ever collected, including pieces of technology that could amplify their airship's power and make it capable of fighting even the most advanced extraterrestrial foes.

But there was a catch—the building was heavily guarded. Not just by humans, but by alien soldiers who had infiltrated their ranks over the years. They had set up an almost impenetrable defense system, complete with drones, traps, and trained warriors.

Still, David believed they could get in. They had to.

"Remember," he instructed, his voice cold and calculating, "no unnecessary fights. We get the parts, and we leave. We need to be quick and clean. Any slip-ups, and this whole thing goes south."

Dess, who had been silent up until that point, nodded. "If they attack, I'll show them just how fast humans can be."

"Let's move," David said, signaling them to disperse. "Stealth mode."

The team split up, each heading to a different part of the building. David would sneak inside the main structure while the others provided support. The mission was clear—get in, grab the technology, and get out.

The Inside Job

David moved through the shadows, using his expert knowledge of the building's layout. His movements were quick, his eyes sharp. He passed through a set of airlocks, his fingers gliding over the security panels to deactivate the locks. It was all a matter of timing. David knew that if they were caught, everything would fall apart in an instant.

Meanwhile, the Four Destroyers worked their way through the building. Jotha-Tomo was keeping an eye out for any alien presence, always alert to potential threats. Feto was using his balanced fighting skills to clear any obstacles that came his way. But it was Dess who was making the most impact. His speed was almost unnatural, weaving in and out of corridors, taking down alien guards with surgical precision. Every move he made seemed like a calculated dance of death.

"This is too easy," Dess said, his voice almost a whisper as he took out another alien soldier. "These guys are slow."

David, hearing the sound of gunfire and the clash of bodies on his comms, grinned to himself. "Keep it up, team," he muttered. "We'll be out of here before they even know what hit them."

He had reached the central lab now—the place where the most valuable parts of alien technology were kept. The air was thick with the scent of oiled machinery and high-tech devices. The lab was protected by a powerful security system, but David was prepared. He had already hacked into the system, bypassing the security and disabling the cameras.

He stepped into the lab, his eyes scanning over the various alien tech components laid out in front of him. There were alien chips, power cores, and advanced weapons systems. These were exactly what he needed to finish their airship, to make it capable of fighting the alien invaders head-on.

But just as he was about to grab one of the most powerful energy cores, an alert sounded. David's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the screen flashing red. Alien guards were closing in on his position.

"No time to waste," he muttered to himself. He quickly grabbed the core, along with a few other important pieces, and stuffed them into his bag. "Time to go."

The Alien Ambush

Outside the lab, the Four Destroyers were engaged in a bloody battle with the aliens. They had made it to the building's core, but the aliens weren't giving up easily. More and more enemies poured in, their weapons flashing in the dimly lit halls.

Grasshopper was in his element, fighting with wild abandon. He seemed to thrive in chaos, his fists crashing into aliens left and right. But even he was starting to feel the heat. Jotha-Tomo was keeping things under control, using his strategic mind to direct their movements and keep the aliens from surrounding them.

"We need to move, now!" Feto shouted, as he grabbed one of the alien soldiers by the neck and threw it across the room. "David's got the tech; we need to get out of here before the whole building collapses!"

But it was Dess who seemed to be having the most fun. "This is what I live for," he said, grinning as he dodged another attack. He sprinted toward the next alien, grabbing it by the throat and knocking it unconscious with a single strike. "They're too slow. Let's finish this."

David's voice crackled over their comms. "I'm out. Meet me at the extraction point."

The team moved quickly, tearing through the building and making their way to the exit. But as they neared the exit doors, they encountered the final line of defense: a group of heavily armed alien soldiers.

The aliens rushed at them, but the Four Destroyers were more than ready. They fought fiercely, pushing forward with all their strength. Dess was everywhere at once, his movements like a blur as he struck down alien after alien. Feto used his strength to crash through walls and create openings, while Jotha-Tomo directed their efforts with strategic brilliance. And Grasshopper—well, Grasshopper was destroying everything in sight, his chaos unstoppable.

With a final push, the team broke through the alien defenses. They escaped the building, just as the alien reinforcements arrived too late to stop them.

The Victory Party

Back at their secret base, everyone gathered to celebrate. Drinks flowed, and laughter echoed in the air. The team had succeeded. They had stolen the tech, wiped the aliens' records, and made it out alive. It was a huge victory.

David, feeling triumphant, raised his glass. "Hahaha! How foolish these aliens are! They actually thought we would just kill Cargo and be done with it! Hahaha!"

The team cheered. "To victory!" they shouted in unison. They had made it. They had won this battle.

But then, just as the cheers died down, Dess stood up. His face was unreadable. His smile had disappeared.

"Aliens are not fools..." he said, his voice low and serious.

The room fell silent.

David raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Dess slowly turned to face the others, his expression colder than ever. "Humans are fools. They are shit." He stared at his hands, as though contemplating something far deeper. "If humans really had knowledge, why are they still struggling with aliens? Why are we still losing?"

The room froze. The celebration had come to an abrupt halt.

Feto was the first to speak, his voice tinged with confusion. "What the hell happened to you, Dess?"

Dess didn't answer. He just stood there, his eyes dark and filled with thoughts no one could understand. There was something unsettling in his gaze, something they couldn't quite place.

David looked at the others, his mind racing. Something was off. Dess had changed, and it wasn't just the battle that had affected him. It was something deeper.

The silence lingered, and no one knew what to say.

To Be Continued...