It was five hours until the final gate went online. The work personnel were scuttling around the compound completing the final checks before the big event. The dream was going to become reality as the world would have lasting unlimited energy. The seventh gate by all calculations would stabalize the network. Each gate would be able to stay on indefinitely. At the current moment they only could remain active together for five hours. The seventh gate would provide the stabalize energy needed to tap into the dimensional reality of electricity permanently letting everyone on Earth have unlimited energy. Or so it was calculated. The shadowed figure moved from one corner to another. The gate had to remain closed. The future had to be averted. Delicate hands, gloved in leather, gripped a dark gray metal blade. Light seemed to shy away from the cold steel. The slender figure gripped the handle in a fist. The handle, perpendicular to the triangular blade, was enclosed in its own blackened metal gaurd. He peered around the corner. He was three hundred yards from the reactor. All he had to do was get to the reactor and drop off his package. If he blew the reactor to bits he would buy enough time to show the world the new calculations that his father came up with two hundred years from now. His future would cease to be and the world would never see the horrors that ruled the future.
The gaurds passed by, not seeing the invisible shadowed figure. With footsteps lighter than air he darted from his hiding space towards the next corner. Just another left, and then a right. After that it would be straight forward. Light glinted for a brief second on pointed ears that were then quickly covered by his hooded cloak. The footsteps he had heard didn't falter as the gaurds walked by unknowingly. He hadn't needed his blade, but he didn't have it to fight these humans. If he failed he would instantly be needed in the fight against the creatures.
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Talon pulled out a simple piece of paper with glowing runes on it. He would need to change his approach to finish the last two hundred yards. He quietly incanted the spell held within the scroll and sheathed his punch dagger that had given him his name. Talon. Names in the future were earned. If you survived long enough. Talon scrambled silently and nimbly up the wall and onto the ceiling. He continued silently around the corner and then taking the first right. After rounding that corner he saw the gate that was blocking the door to the reactor. He was there in no time, slowly taking stock of the solitary gaurd on duty. He seemed relaxed, with his cell phone out in his left hand. He was watching a girl who was slowly stripping for her audience watching on the web. One hand reached down to adjust his rod through his military fatigues. Talon heard footsteps coming from around the corner. Right on time.
The gaurd didn't hear anything until the clearing of his superior's throat started him. Dropping the phone he whipped to attention saluting his commander.
"At ease, pick up your phone and wipe the jizz of it maggot. Then let me in.". The commander barked at the soldier used to demeaning those under him. "I have to be here to welcome the diplomats that are touring the facility before this thing sparks up."
"Yes sir," the soldier replied as he followed his superior's commands, skipping the phone cleaning. "Will you be needing me to assist you, sir!".
"Yes, and keep your phone and your dick in your pants, I hear the prime minister of the Congo could make you cream your pants if she looked at you the right way. But I need someone to show them to the restroom and baby sit these smug politicians if I'm not looking directly at them."
Talon, still hanging from the ceiling in his fae woven cloak, waited patiently for the door to the fence gate to open. When it did he moved through the barrier. His business soon to begin.