None would suspect the arrival of a hidden force from deep below the surface of Miranda Prime, through the weaving expanse of the city's vast sewage system, speeding towards the basement levels of ever important primary generator complex. Right under the feet of the everyday citizen, four noisy, smoke spewing and crudely modified sewage service vehicles split formation into three groups, each taking a smaller tunnel that branched out from the main pipeline. Two to the north, one to the south and the last to the west, each having picked a destination and objective to reach a sinister and destructive final goal.<br/><br/><div align="center">-------------------------------------</div><br/>The truck bumped and rocked about as the driver brought the vehicle down the pipeline, coming to a complete stop right next to a walled hub where sewage was distributed into several different directions. According to their maps and their knowledge of the sewers, the closest wall to the east would be right next to an important objective. Khazthrull hopped off, booted feet landing heavily onto the moist and filthy ground. His Nobz followed after. One of them grabbed a wide circular object with him, slinging the device over his shoulder. Each weighted and cocked their weapons once more, their faces bright with a grimace of eager anticipation.<br/><br/>Their leader brought them forward to the wall section and inspected it. It was just as Big Boy had told him. Definately seemed weak enough.<br/><br/><div align="center">-------------------------------------</div><br/>"Git yer gear off da truks, boyz! Up at it! Kareful with da explosives!"<br/><br/>Big Boy directed his gretchin and three other green skins in the task of unloading their ordnance and arming themselves with small firearms. They had enough of the compact volatile material to make sure that whatever they planted it on would not survive, be it humie or structure. All ten gretchin made themselves busy strapping themselves with a good number of it, not enough to weigh them down too much but enough to get the job done. From the weeks of experimentation and practice, Big Boy was happy he made this new improvised bomb design long before this job. The humie materials that were dumped into the sewers were particularly useful, in providing for bigger bangs than whatever else he had the pleasure of working on before. Problem was, however, he only knew that the timers worked well. He never had the chance to test the things fully, so he did not know just how powerful each satchel really was.<br/><br/>After the gretchin worked through their complaints and random chattering, he ordered them into the numerous chutes on the sides of the pipeline wall that would lead them where they wanted to be. These holes were only big enough for them and no one else that he would ever know, no matter how much he wanted to be there when the explosives were primed. He could have tried fitting in there if it were not for his enormous pot belly and wide girth.<br/><br/><div align="center">-------------------------------------</div><br/>Sawtoof and his kommandoes were part of the first phase of their boss' plan when the initial assault begins. They were already deathly silent when the chaos of post preparation was complete, very much unlike their kind to be so still at any one time. Even the driver of their truck had joined into their trance of silence, staring at them as if the group were something too odd to comprehend.<br/><br/>The wall next them was already planted with the device Big Boy had provided and all it took now as a twitch of a button to send it crashing down. They waited for the signal, ready to provide that twitch and swing into action the moment they hear it.