If one were to look out upon the road leading out to the industrial marshes that lay out of city boundaries that night, they would see an unending line of blue squad cars and other police personnel, their red and blue lights casting multicolored flashes of light upon the green muck surrounding the road. Above this long battle-ready snake flew several helicopters, their spotlights centered on the dark and imposing factory of Sinstrax Industries, illuminating the building's long and twisted steel spires.
At the very front of the crusade behind a heavily armored combat-ready vehicle drove Caitlyn, Bough seated beside her with apprehension and anxiety in his eyes. He had never been in a live firefight before, or any combat at all for that matter, and this intimidating situation caused goosebumps to break out all over his body. His shivering hands clutch at the bulletproof vest that protected his chest.
"M-Ma'am? You are sure that these...murderers are in there?" Bough nervously inquires, his eyes following the helicopters flying above as they advance towards the factory to serve as eyes in the sky.
Caitlyn takes her eyes off the road for a second, giving Bough a questioning look. The moment her eyes met his, she instantly recognized the fear residing behind his pupils. A knowing grin crosses her face as she returns her concentration to the road before her.
"Of course I'm sure. And don't worry," she removes a hand off the stick-shift, intertwining it with his, "I'll never leave my volunteer deputy off to defend himself."
Bough feels blush feels his cheeks as his cold, clammy fingers clasp onto his superior's warm touch. But for some reason, the apprehension and fear instantly dissipates, now replaced with a sort of confidence as Caitlyn's promise reverberates through his mind.
Through the car ride, her hand remains locked with his, a reassurance to the rookie from his superior.
Finally they arrive at their destination, the shrill screams of sirens blaring reverberating off the walls of the factory courtyard as the cars file inside neatly to form a close circle. The immense steel columns causing imposing shadows as the helicopters continuously shone on the seemingly uninhabited building made of steel and concrete.
As soon as all of the vehicles had stopped, parked comfortably inside the huge factory courtyard, all of the officers instantly step out of their cars, instantly removing guns from their holsters, and on rare instances, removing their rifles from their respective cases.
Each and every gun is focused on the imposing entrance, the arched doorways made of steel accompanied by a huge flight of steps. All around the squad vehicles tall, daunting walls reach into the night sky, catwalks and various doorways leading to unknown rooms and chambers.
At the very front of this assault Caitlyn stands with her hands on her hips, sniper rifle slung over her shoulder.
Suddenly all sirens are silenced, every man hushed as the Sheriff of Piltover begins to speak.
"I have accepted your invitation," she yells, her eyes roaming the various dark crevices of the factory, as if she is speaking to the factory itself. "So come out, and show yourselves. More than eight-hundred of Piltover's finest are awaiting your next move."
Silence. Only the beat of the overhead helicopters' wings can be heard as every man and woman holds their breath, hearts beating in anticipation.
Then, simultaneously all of the bright light from above is diminished, the loud whir of the helicopters' spinning blades silenced before the earth trembles as the sound of multiple explosions meets everyone's ears.
Faces are illuminated in an orange glow, the fire caused from the explosions blossoming in the night air. Before anyone can react, the remaining lights atop the police vehicles shatter one by one, shot at from an invisible force hidden somewhere within the shadows. Headlights of every vehicle suffer the same fate, every remaining source of light shot at from the darkness. In mere seconds, darkness consumes them all, even the light of the moon withheld from them as a thick cloud enshrouds over the circular disk in the sky.
A booming voice suddenly presents itself, the baritone rumble delivered through a slight nasally filter. But even with this almost comical factor, the voice sends shivers up everyone's spines, simultaneously giving off a sense of authority.
"Ah...if it isn't the Sheriff of Piltover herself. Well it is quite an honor to be paid a visit by our city's finest," At these words huge steel gates suddenly creak behind the police force, their only exit blocked by the thick impenetrable metal walls. "but I am afraid that you all have already outstayed your welcome."
Before any other word can be uttered, shots are fired from the dark, bewildered officers dropping dead as death rains from above.
Caitlyn stands petrified for a mere moment as she sees her men drop lifeless to the ground one by one, each of their bodies lodged with a bullet shot by a concealed gunman. But as soon as this moment passes, she deftly rotates her body to unsling the rifle on her shoulder, lenses from her hat immediately swinging in front of her eye to act as a scope to aid her shooting.
"RETURN FIRE!", the Sheriff yells at the top of her lungs as she swivels around to fire a precisely aimed shot into the darkness, striking a sniper right between the eyes.
Soon the entire factory courtyard is a firestorm of gunshots, the remaining officers taking cover behind their vehicles as their pistols and rifles shooting blindly into the darkness at invisible assailants, forced to engage in combat.
Caitlyn however dashes into the middle of the firefight, her body spinning and twirling as a dancer on stage as she shoots round after round from her sniper rifle, dispatching hidden gunmen with frightening accuracy.
All the men and women around her watch in amazement as she continues to shoot shot after shot, each and every bullet hitting a man in the darkness.
Suddenly her ears are met with a shrill cry, the voice striking a chord of recognition within her brain; Bough.
Caitlyn stops mid-stride, her eyes widening in fear, her head swiveling around to locate her beloved subordinate. This moment's hindrance is one moment too long, for before she can even take a step towards Bough's voice, her world turns black as a tranquilizer dart lodges itself to the side of her neck.
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Caitlyn's eyes groggily open in the darkness, her eyelids feeling as if they are made of lead. Her head is lolled to the side in the damp darkness of her current location, the coldness stinging her exposed skin. She feels her arms painfully strapped behind her, her wrists bound with a rough material; most likely rope. Caitlyn realizes she is sitting on a metal chair, her eyes recognizing the floor beneath her to be concrete. Before any time is allowed for her to fully recollect herself, from within the darkness that imposing voice reaches out to her, resulting in an involuntary shiver to rack her body.
"Look who finally came to."
Caitlyn asks the first thing to come to her head, all other questions regarding her whereabouts or the fate of her men still processing in the back of her mind.
"Who are you?"
A frightening chuckle resounds through the dark chamber, amplifying its tone, echoing repeatedly. Finally, the voice speaks again, sending a spark of fear through Caitlyn's psyche.
"I...am Piltover's reckoning."
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