Fiction:Grey Day

The following story takes place in the Tyrannar Junta in the early Twilight Era

10:26, Planet Arkhos, City Elivion. ____________________________________________________________________________________ A steel black AZT (Anti zealot/terrorists) helicopter buzzing through the air was the only sound on an eerily misty morning. One officer spoke to a hologram. "Sir, what was the situation here?" The response crackled blearily on the radio, "Some terrorist nut jobs say that they've got some hostages." Out of nowhere, a missile bashed into the side of the helicopter. Trained with operations of this sort, the AZT troopers made short work of diving onto a nearby rooftop. Three stood guard, the last two blew open the entrance hatch to the building they stood on. Sliding down the shaft, they landed in a warehouse of some sort, except that fifteen Tyrannar sat in the middle of the room sorrounded by five armed guards. The AZTT's quickly took out the first three and stunned the fourth, then prepared him for questioing. All that the terrorist would say, however, was "Sky-high, bitches. Sky high." Behind them, a sudden burst of air pulled their attention to the exploding and collapsing skyscraperbehind them.