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Chapter 4
     
    “You can hear their cry, can’t you?” His voice was warped because of the gas mask, but the team could hear him normally through the communicator's built inside of their equipment.
    Knocking her head back, the youngest one in the APC’s cabin took a second of silence before answering. “I’m sorry, but I don’t hear anything. I want to, but nothing comes to me.”
    The leader of the group gave him a quick chuckle. “You’re still an initiate. You haven’t fully accepted the Niflheim into your heart. Only when you completely dedicate your soul to our saviors, will you begin to hear the music they make for the universe. Only now, they cry for help and we are the only ones who can help them.”
    The speakers at the APC’s corners clicked on. “ETA in two minutes. Prepare for cleansing.”
    Getting their Z-140s ready, they loaded up and fixed bayonets at the end of their barrels. They all wore black hoods and combat robes, made specifically for covert and tactical operations. The one at the front end of the cabin, their squad leader, was defined by his robe’s high collar and his helmet in the shape of a Wotan Niflheim’s skull — a very reptilian and fish-like appearance. Only ones of a Seithr ranking were holy enough to bear that kind of equipment, showing that they are above the others in enlightenment. There were different styles from around the world, but everyone who fought in the name of the Niflheim shared the same practices.
    Another common practice was using combustion bullets against the infidels, something that became their signature during raids like the one they were on their way to perform.
    The Seithr stood up, walking down the line of cultist. “Stick to the plan everyone. They call to us for help. Somewhere inside the facility, there are Niflheim clinging to life in there. I want all acolytes to guide our initiates to glory, to show them the unstoppable ways the Niflheim have shown through valiant example.” Approaching the only female and the only initiate in their APC, the Seithr put a hand on her shoulder. “You may be an initiate, young one, but you have proven yourself in battle. I trust you can handle the role of primary infiltrator. Am I correct?”
    She knelt before him, respectfully. “Of course, my Seithr. I’ll be at the ready before the rest of you can leave the vehicle.”
    Taking a step back to press a button on the cabin’s right side, the Seithr nodded. “Excellent.” The back doors of the APC opened wide, like a mouth of a predator ready to devour its prey. “May the light of our saviors shine upon you.”
    Standing upright and facing the opened doors, the initiate approached the windy opening. It was dark in the subway tunnel, the rails below flying by as the APC continued to roll towards its destination. Taking a deep breath before the great plunge, she ran out of the cabin and leaped off of the bottom hatch, using it as a springboard. The vehicle continued its course as she landed on the ground into a short skid, hooking the middle of her magnetic boots onto the rail to control her momentum. Keeping her eyes to her right, the sight of a low air vent caused her to unhook and leap off of the fixed pathway.
    Wind howled through the empty tunnel, the vehicle already too far away to hear its wheels and engine. Climbing over the safety ledge and sprinting into place before the air vent’s metal grate, she reached into her satchel for the right tool. Pulling out a set of 4 triangular devices attached to a circular one with cables, she set each triangle at one of the corners of the air vent. Connecting the circular one to the center of the grate, she pressed on the button. The cables quickly hummed as they tightened up, charging up in power. With a quick bang, the grating was torn off of the wall and bundled up into a small ball, having it drop to the floor and roll off to the side.
    Crawling in, the vent was big enough for her to stay crouched,