Mrowte
"You have a message."
Hexer looks down at his transmitter he just finished duct taping onto his arm to free the other arm. He looks at this message. He smiles.
"Oh, oh this is just stainless steel."
Beep
"Playing message."
The whole office laughs.
"You've heard it. Good lord, I can't believe we will fall to such individuals. Wait a minute. Uhh, let's do a quick check-up and attack at will after that. Councillor?"
"..."
"Councillor?!"
"..."
"Hm."
Hexer leaves to N's office and comes back with N looking like he just got assaulted and forced to come in the office.
"Almost ready. Officials have been departed amongst civilians, if an attack is sent, there is a roughly 5% chance of death of at least one authority."
The whole office cheers.
"Shall we wait or engage?"
"Hex, are you serious? I haven't gotten my gear yet! idiot."
"Fine, we shall wait."