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Khan of the Mardu
Guest
Singapore Incorporated, Singapore
Unbeknownst to the party gathered in the Tohsaka Household, a force was gathering that night. The Templar walked down the hallway towards his hotel room. His left hand bore his Command Seal. The mark that indicated him as a Mage in the Holy Grail War. In his right hand was a heavy suitcase. Within it were several guns he had brought with him. He wore a finely tailored Mortimer of London Argentum Coat. He had a pistol with Job 38:11 (Hitherto Thou Shalt Come, but no further.) carved into the handle tucked into a holster underneath his jacket, and a lapel pin of the Templar Cross hidden under his jacket's collar.
He was in Singapore on his way to the Grail War. He had been performing a tour around Asia, meeting with Sylvestrine Monks and several Church members as well as his Corporate Sponsors, to make sure he had their backing in the Grail War. He was Saeder-Krupp's representative in the war, the master of Rider Saint Martha. The perfect servant for a good Christian Knight such as himself.
Stepping towards the door, he buttoned his cuff and put the keycard against the door. The room was large, and two floors. A large meeting table took up space by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Corporate City. A mixed group of vestment wearing priests, a bishop, and suit wearing corporate members already sat around the table, with a half-filled decanter of brandy in the center. Two Papal Swiss Guard in purple suits stood at attention next to the windows. Next to them, two S-K guards in riot armor stood with shock batons out, and the Templar swore he could see the red laser of a sniper team across the street. The Templar stepped towards the assembled crowd.
"Good evening, gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting." He said in a deep voice. "Let's keep this brief. I have a flight to catch."
Meanwhile, 60 stories below...
A truck pulled up to the hotel. A young officer from the Singaporean Police Department stood ready to analyze its cargo. He stepped forward to the driver. "We aren't expecting any deliveries tonight. Do you have the wrong address?"
The driver protested. "My cargo was to be delivered here. I'll check with my supervisor if it's wrong, you check with yours again."
The officer sighed, and nodded. "I'll be right back. Stay here." When the officer left, the driver got out and opened the back of the truck. An armed HTR team dressed to the Nines in NEONet livery filed out with the efficiency of a Navy Seal Team. They began to move around the building away from the building as the driver closed the truck.
The six member HTR team made their way through the hotel's back hallways unseen, and climbed up the sixtieth floor. When they reached the door the Templar had entered, they placed a C4 Charge on it, and blew the door, taking the meeting by surprise. The four guards were the first ones down, taken out by a precise shot from the lead soldier. They then threw a smoke grenade as Sararimen and Clergymen alike fled the room. Two more HTR soldiers repelled down from outside of the building and broke the windows.
The Templar just stood firm. He drew his pistol The eight men filed into the room to surround him. The apparent leader directed half of them to go into the separate rooms. The group branched off, and the Templar smirked.
He sighed and placed a briefcase on the table, and slowly moved his hand from the handle. He brushed his thumb against the underside of the handle. It fired a few rounds, wounding one of the soldier guys. The EVO HTR Team glanced at each other for a moment. The Templar picked up the case, and opened it, revealing a Submachine gun. He sprayed around the room. The EVO Team attempted to duck, only to get hit. The leader crouched under the table, and called for backup.
One of the soldiers who had left the room re entered and drew a baton. The soldier ran at the Templar and swung it at his head. The Templar grabbed his arm, and twisted it. A sickening crunch was heard, and the soldier let out a yelp as he collapsed to the floor. The Templar opened his second briefcase, and pulled out an assault rifle. One of the soldiers that had scattered got up, and attempted to attack the templar in hand to hand. The templar grabbed him, and used his wind against him, tossing him out the shattered window the team had made upon entry. The Templar then shot the assault rifle at the other soldiers entering the room. When the captain attempted to get up, the Templar shot him. The other soldiers moaned on the groaned in pain.
The Templar looked at them as he sauntered out of the now destroyed room. "I'm keeping you alive as a message. You will not win." He said. He turned around and straightened his tie, picking up his suitcase as he left.
He had places to be.
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Tohsaka Manor, Fuyuki City, Japan
The manor was quiet now from the chaos of the earlier kerfuffle. Everyone sat with their respective drinks: Ophelia with a black tea with milk and two sugar cubes, Stephen with his tea, and Lucifer with a blood package from a hospital.
Everyone's commlinks, or equivalent, would buzz. A News update would blink on, reading "Terror in Singapore! EVO Team attacks Corporate Meeting!" The news reporter would go on to talk about how the EVO Team broke in, and was fought off by a vigilante after the team reportedly interrupted the shareholder meeting, and what effect it would have on the upcoming Grail War. It was all lies of course, spread by S-K officials to slander their opponents in the Grail War.
There was a knock at the front door of the manor. Ophelia instinctively stood up quickly. She began heading towards the door herself.
@The Tactician @Ringmaster
"Oh boy... Somehow I just know that attack is gonna have something to do with the war..."
It was simply too coincidental of timing to not be connected in some way. One of the major companies is attacked by another one in a highly publicized manner? There was no way that it was motivated by the war and the resulting coverage used by the attacked to slander their enemies. At least it's not us this time. I don't know if we could win right now, especially with how much Ophelia and Rin seem to distrust Lucifer...
As the knocking echoed and surprised them, Stephen tensed once again but fought off his instinct to turn invisible. He turned to Rin as his hand shook, causing him to put his tea cup down to avoid spilling it, "I guess our other sponsors are here... I'll join Miss Ophelia in welcoming them or turning away any unwanted guests..." With that, he stood up to follow the Swiss soldier and slipped a hand inside his own jacket, gripping the Browning Ultra-Power he kept on his person at all times.
@Minerva @Ringmaster
It was simply too coincidental of timing to not be connected in some way. One of the major companies is attacked by another one in a highly publicized manner? There was no way that it was motivated by the war and the resulting coverage used by the attacked to slander their enemies. At least it's not us this time. I don't know if we could win right now, especially with how much Ophelia and Rin seem to distrust Lucifer...
As the knocking echoed and surprised them, Stephen tensed once again but fought off his instinct to turn invisible. He turned to Rin as his hand shook, causing him to put his tea cup down to avoid spilling it, "I guess our other sponsors are here... I'll join Miss Ophelia in welcoming them or turning away any unwanted guests..." With that, he stood up to follow the Swiss soldier and slipped a hand inside his own jacket, gripping the Browning Ultra-Power he kept on his person at all times.
@Minerva @Ringmaster