The Gargoyles of the Manhattan Clan were striking back. Recent encounters with the Pack had only confirmed Thailog and Sevarius's search for Gargoyle specimens to use, though the purpose was only recently gleaned. Add to that the remnants of a French clan having been all but wiped out save for one survivor, Luna, and it was small wonder that
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The red-beaked Gargoyle, unofficial tactician of the Clan, nodded. "It's pretty much a distraction thing. We get whoever and whatever we can to come out and mess with us, instead of Jubilee. It's not the smartest move, but we're going to hit in through the lobby. It's convenient for getting anybody still in the building out, though nearly everyone not related to what's going on should have gone home by now."
Elisa keyed up the headset radio she was wearing. "Wings to Sparklers, we're at approximately t-minus two minutes. Over."
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"Please no traps. Please no traps." She silently prayed.
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Almost instantly, alarms started going off. The Gargoyles fanned out, ready for anything. Heavily armored security officers were already storming in, weaponry at the ready. It was going to be quite the rumble.
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Jubilee is fortunate, there appear to be no traps so far. The sounds of alarms from within will tell her that the Gargoyles are go. The faint sound of voices can also be heard.
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