In a manner unknown to the empire of Onyx Holm, Lady Dyne left at sunrise and arrived at sunset in the surrounding city.
Lady Dyne covered such a long distance without tremendous effort thanks to her light augmentation suit. Bio elastics muscular mimics reduced the strain and loading considerably, allowing for a decent clip as she ran despite the hours it took.
Execution list constituted only twenty-seven individuals including her three, most of the servants had been unaware and guards had been completely unaware of the abuses. Those that were fell predominately that the lord was aware, and this was within the scope of the law, even if they felt wrong about it. Only a handful had been direct participants in the abuse cycles. Half of these were listed for other crimes, trafficking in persons the most prominent.
Forward teams had all sorts of intel. Even if they forgot to book rooms they provide more detailed guard schedules, guest list and so. With this valuable information, they ended exempted for almost making the lady camp outside.
This made it simpler to spend a short time spent on mission preparedness before they suited up. Shipment of the devices had arrived on time, and the four members that constituted Dynes forces made final preparations before moving to the first point, a small ridgeline that offered sight a few kilometers away from the estate with a lovely knoll rise.
Knoll on the outskirts of the manor transformed into a small watch post as they waited for the sun to set. At the base of the grassy hill were three prisoners, all of which had been anesthetized in a carriage waiting the signal to bring them in.
Three people who were not going to be in residence of house Oakenstaff on this night had been trapped in a small room with basic needs met. Torture and cruelties had been abstained. While none of their captors liked them, it was the way the lady chose to approach with respect for the Eighth.
"Almost time to start isn't it." Dynes Devicers as the lady liked to refer to them, were three people who were taught how to operate devices that pertained to conflict. These include but not limited to, death rays, freeze rays, explosive ordnance, goo ordnance, war mechs, doomsday doohickies, power suits, power amour, small arms, large arms, heavy weapons, and general merrymaking party supplies.
Her devicers were in mechanical augmentation. Large rods of steel ran down the limbs, forming a large exoskeleton suited for labor rather than combat mobility. Mechanical assistance made them sufficient for ground operations where the weight could be offset.
Her suit didn't look like anything more than skintight dark latex covered by a large burlap and travel gear cloak. Comprised of property polymers and magic materials, it was more like putting on an extra set of muscles more than anything else.
"Ill hit the first trigger for the back, then you bring in the rest." Nodding at their orders the three hoisted the crates and began weeding their way to the rear of the Oakenstaff estate. Counts were mid ranking nobles, to afford a manor of this scale was indicative of strong business arcanum or illicit activity.
Massive stonework walls wound around hundreds of acres, the house itself was estimated to have thirty rooms, even if it looked no bigger than a bookcase from this distance. Outbuildings and paths were lit across the estate as the sun completed disappearing beyond the horizon. Joining her men, the lady quickly moved around them traveling several kilometers through the kept forest land.
Oakenstaff received its name for prized oaks that had been used to make mage staffs in the past. Today it was a den of useless excess, guards and patrols were too busy satisfying the family that they failed to notice a dark dressed women run up their wall. Several dispersion contraptions were added in small nocks, these ones made courtesy of Dyne industries. They had been triggered by timer and had begun to emit a light doziness fog agent throughout the back entrance.
After sunset was a busy time as everyone was trying to finish what they could before darkness completely set in. Unaware that the manor was being comprised, it would become easy for three operatives to remain low key as they entered through the rear gates as servants. Their large crate and cloth covered steel wouldn't hide much on close inspection, however the gas did its job, numbing the observations of all those in the surroundings, rendered immune by gasmask they wore.
Lady Dyne left them behind, her objective was to in the castle. She wouldn't have the advantage of the inattentive ness and therefore moved silently around the edges. There were tons of small offshoots and branches that busy folk wouldn't notice.
Placing the first of three, large cylinder gas containers the three checked the seals on their masks. The three started phase two while the Lady snuck towards the basement. Leaning and sucking her gut in as two armored men walked by with a servant, she was grateful they were busy discussing something unrelated.
"I wish they would hurry with the food." From the corridor ahead, one of the young noble guests was complaining to his mother. Shoving a vase aside, letting it teeter and shatter as she darted away down a different path. It may have been pointless but if it distracted anybody it was worth the quick slip.
As things changed from the manor to the places guest wouldn't see, things took a more unitarian appearance.
The confusion gas placed everyone in a dazed fog before the additional sedatives would work their magic. Even as she walked forward the various servants and guards began to fall over. Pausing at a hall intersection the lady waited for fifty counts. Based on timing, her operators should be setting up the second and third gas modules to blanket the entire estate in amnesties.
There were two basements in the estate, the good one which did normal basement things, and the bad one, where torture victims existed. Two people stood watch outside the main entrance to the prison. Stood was generous as both were listing and sleeping while leaned against the wall.
Stairs down were the first thing, at the foot of them two men in half plate stood near a small gatehouse. They didn't appear to aware but that could just be a long shift not her efforts.
Reaching into the pockets of her traveling cloak she got out an ideal device for this situation. Small pull tab gas bombs ideal for quick get aways after a one-night stand that you don't want him to remember. They sold poorly; experts blamed the marketing campaign. Tossing two down the corridor, the lady was able to step over the two door guards shortly after before infiltrating the prison.
There were still two watchmen who were not paying significant amounts of attention. Unslinging her impact blaster from her shoulder she leveled the first guard, dropped the bolt, and squeezed the trigger. A spring launched boxing glove ejected from the front end of her weapon. With a force that would make Mike Tyson envious, the man was struck in the breast plate. Moving swiftly to the edge, she yanked the reload lever while taking position against a door frame.
The large spring was retracted as the boxing glove returned to the front of the device. Hearing the clatter of his companion falling, who had blissfully lost consciousness. Waiting till she could see his partner, she forwarded the bolt again, before taking am and lose her fisted fury.
Moving carefully forward the prison itself was relatively barren. There were four other prisoners none of which had the ability to move. The lady shook her head and decided against it. They were too compromised to move effectively, and if they had been amputated miss Dyne could only assume it was for good reason.
Preferring not to recall the abuses of that place, she was able to find a small child with dirty gold hair and soft blue eyes with gray veins. She had a straw pile at least, which was more than the lady expected. Even when she had her eye lids opened for her, the child did not wake. Gas or exhaustion she did not know.
Chained by a single leg bracket, threaded to the wall, but there were a dozen ways she could shatter the manacles on the child without effort. Jamming putty into the lock, she added some sealant and a small flat plate to the whole mess harden, allowing her to turn it and remove the chains without harming the child.
In retrospect this mission had been far too simple and easy for someone like the count's family. Manpower was still the main defense against external threats, pointless when all of them slept gently. Magic defense could ward against incapacitation magic easily, but the failed to contend with more primal biology. It was also unfortunate that, most manors were not prepared for wide scale assaults through chemical agents.
Crackle was closest to the rendezvoused which happened to be the main hall.
"We separated out the people from the main halls and moved them out of the way."
Lead operator Snap was currently dragging someone in servants clothes out of the hall.
"Pop is taking care of identification."
"Take care to ensure we check twice; we should have some time based on how long the gas will last. Remember to make sure our three extras are in the main impact zone."
She didn't delve to deeply onto the operations, there was no need they just like her were aware of the plan. She had to fitful her part, which was extraction of the child. Leaving the way, they came in, the pair moved past all the people who appeared to have had their strings cut.
It wasn't a short walk so the gas had time to clear, and the child woke up at some point while they were waiting for the signal while observing the estate from their watch post.
"Don't worry kiddo I'm here to save you." It was obviously she was still dazed from some of the drugs, so the kid was relatively docile. Snaping a chocolate bar from her pack, the noble gave it the child. It appeared that in this person's mind this made her a friend so the two sat quietly on the knoll while the stars glittered above.
"Scarlet Rosewood" This time a small metal box appeared in the ladies' hand as she spoke the voice authentication to arm the unit. Gray smoke had furled up where at a designated location, indicating to the lady that the team had extracted from the manor. Flipping the two lock switches, the noble pressed the big red fire button.
As expected, nothing happened immediately. Elsewhere certain mechanisms had engaged.
Castle Dyne held many devices and other objects that made local senses and many that were equally nonsensical. Long range missile ordnance did not exist in where in the world except there at the home of the infamous dead villain family. Since it had been some time since castle Dyne had unleashed its power, the entirety of the servant's corps and all non-essential personal had gathered on the main castle lawn.
Lawn was a generous term; main castle was buried beneath the second cliff face beyond rear castle where the storms covered. What existed was wild grasses and other vegetation that could survive at this elevation and harsh salt conditions. Rather they were able to stand out here and watch a small dome rise from somewhere in the distance of the field.
Lady Tiffaney was not present; it was decided that she didn't need to see the launch of the weapon that would kill her family.
Members of house dyne held basic understanding that the workings of their castle were real. Even if they had no idea how the items worked, there was a satisfactory explanation that one could understand. No miracles, no special powers, just achievable results for someone who has the motivation to dream and develop.
Watching smoke billow out as if a forest was on fire, as a massive tube slowly rose from its silo. This did hinder the no miracle's part as the sight was unlike anything one could have imagined at the time. As it climbed it began to accelerate rapidly shrinking before it disappeared in the east sky.
At the manor the two waited, since she knew where to look the noble was able to see the munition approaching for a few moments before it arched directly into the grand hall of house Oakenstaff.
The concussive blast of the impact was enough to shatter nearby glass. Brick, stone, and wood shattered under the explosion that followed. Manors were never designed to withstand this kind of brute force approach, and this one was no exception. What was once a facade became kindling. Smoke billowed as remanent fires started in the wake of the thermal release.
The placement of the diffusers ensured that they would be destroyed beyond recognition. No one was conscious, a gaping hole in the building, there would be no evidence that they infiltrated. Non magical everything ensured they would be unable to reconstruct or determine what occurred.
"Was that a missile or a bomb?" Percussion had washed over them, a literal wall of air. Stunned it seemed to awake the groggy child.
"M370LR, non-intercontinental, by the way you're coming with us, and you don't have a choice in the matter."