"Issen-Ho!" Kale gave a Grunt as he swiped his sword with strength to blow the door and front of the building away, he then Leapt forward, sheathed his sword, and skid his feet across the ground
"Mutoryu Futo-Maki!" Keeping his hands flat into a loose grip, Kale twisted to the Side, and suddenly winded around! Causing a huge gust of wind that shot out and around the entire dock! The wind was so sudden and harsh that it put out some of the fires!
Then Kirk ran out, and pulled his newly made Nephobo, the modified Steelamboon that he and Jeanne had modified for more utility, now in a four section staff, and connecting together!
"Atmo! Precip Shower!" A Large Cloud cloud, a hundred feet wide, and whipped his arms down! A downpour of rain spraying!
It caused the fire to begin to extinguish, the sizzling of fire against cool rain water filled the air, smoke and steam filling the air to block the view of the Destruction for just a moment.
But when the moment passed, what was spread across the docks. Was a horrifying sight.
"Oh my god…" Kirk said, covering his mouth.
Bodies
Across the smooth concrete of Nuff Wrights company, were the bodies of the Orphans that had been shouting only mere minutes before. Winslow had no idea they were out here, the sound proofing having worked its magic until the explosions rang out.
They were scorched, and mangled from the explosions. Some of them had been reduced to ash and black husk from having been trapped under large work equipment.
"No…, No no no" Winslow limped forward, his arms slacked as his eyes gazed across the work yard. Tears welled in his eyes while his fist tightened. He had been trying to make sure these kids felt safe, for decades. This 'Gang' was just apart of their culture in a strange way.
Ever since he came into power, a lot of the Rich that once inhabited the upper layer had left behind their children, then the fires that followed after…It left many without parents. And were left to the streets.
He offered many of them housing, jobs, and opportunity. But some of them had to work through that on their own. All they had was pent up teenage angst. He let them be. But who would he be if he hadn't kept a keen eye on them the whole time?
"Help!" Shouted a voice, breaking Winslow from his mourning. Tears streaming down his freckled face "A voice!" Dezzi shouted.
"It's coming from over there!" The keen ears of the doctor pointed at a collapsed building, one of the large crane lying bent on top of it. "Is someone out there!" The voice called from deep within.
"That's, that's Malle!" Winslow shouted as he broke into a sprint, heavy boots slamming into the concrete as he began to pull rubble
Leroy pulled Winslow back, and gestured to the crew, who all began to pull away large steel beams and chunks of concrete. It took mere moments, and they needed to go after Raven, but Leroy had faith in his Left hand. Taking the short moments to help who ever was amidst this tragedy.
Standing, with arms raised out to the side, was the green haired secretary and shipwright of The Nuff Wrights Company, Malle. Who stood alone with the injured and battered faces of the remaining orphan gang at his feet. Sweat beating down his face as he held literally almost 100 tons on his back. Arms shaking violently as he grit his teeth.
"By god…Malle!" Shouted Winslow as he stepped back. Leroy pushing back to take his position, using little effort to hold up the immense weight. "Go!"
Malle fell to his knees, only to be caught by Chester. "Chester…You're alright…" The Shipwright spoke with strained breath. The smoke and embers having gotten to him.
"Don't talk. All of you! Get out to the streets! Get away from here!" Winslow ordered with a wave of his hand, Dezzi running to Malle and reaching into their back. "Here! Put this on his mouth!"
It was a mask, connected to a small canister. An Oxygen mask. "I've only got the one, so make sure to share it!"
"Dezzi, Make sure they get help but we gotta go!" Leroy said, the large structure collapsing behind him as he leapt from beneath it. "Roger!"
"Mayor Winslow!" Kirk started. "Is there a way to chase the train that Noirs on?!"
The Train Doors Shut, the slight rumble of the train moving along the bridge. Leery's finely crafted leather shoes clattered across the carpeted floor of the car. A CPA-5 Member stood at the other end, hands behind his back with a wide stance. Bowler hat and pitch black four piece suit
Raven stopped in her tracks. Causing Leery, who was escorting her to the Front, to halt as well. "May I speak with them. For a few minutes."
Leerys eyes loomed over Raven, scouring her face for any intent. "Fine, come to the front once you're done." Leery slid his hands into his pockets, and turning to face the other agent
"Don't let them leave. If they get up," He looked over his shoulder, only to look back down at the shorter man "It won't matter. They won't get far with those cuffs on."
"It's not like any of them will be able to do anything to save themselves now."
The Agent moved to the side, letting the Director open the car door, and walk through a hallway-esque passway. The train car connected almost by a sleeve. Opening the door, leery walked through three more cars, past many CPA agents from cells 1-5, and then in the Car where the other three from Nuff Wright sat.
"Finally, sit." An old voice, the one from Leerys radio, spoke as he entered another train car. This one had seats facing one another, in sets of two. The man who was speaking was The Director of Intelligence, Hugo.
"So, it's done?" Asked Hugo as Leery sat, whom answered coldly. "Of course it is. We not only have Azalea Raven, last known person who knows the Ancient Language, but also have the Blueprints in that Pink haired brat. And, the charges set 3 years ago have detonated. Leaving the infrastructure of the island in Disarray"
Both of them leaned back at this. "Good. Such an opportune moment, not only raise the infamy of those with old knowledge, but also having two that have it at same time? Truly excellent work, Zachary Leery. You prove day by day why you were chosen as the Director of CPA 9."
Hugo Pulled a flat box of Cigarettes from his coat, pulled one from the straight line, and lit two with a rectangular table lighter. "Ah~ Now, all thats left is to get the info of our success to the Rokuseiza, and another Invitation will be sent out to them to join the coalition."
"With the Island in the State that it's at, they'll have no other option. An island like that, this close to official World Government Islands, And it's not shown as an example? Keh, that just can't happen."