Thus, she and her friend had a perfect view of the moment the SOLDIERs reached the end of the hall only to be greeted by the elevator dinging - the SOLDIERs screeched to a halt, half a President bobbling about in their confusion, as the elevator opened and Public Safety officers spilled out around them. "Put the contraband down!" their captain barked.
"Reverse, reverse!" shouted one of the SOLDIERs.
With much confusion - but still with more speed than Public Safety could match - the SOLDIERs about-faced and hauled ass-and-President back up the hallway. One of the admins yanked the other back by her blouse as they roared past with the speed and power of a freight train, scrambled after by panting PS guards with no hope of catching up; once the boys-in-blue were past the admins peered out again, just in time to see the SOLDIER Train utterly fail to put the breaks on when they reached the plate-glass window at the head of the hall. Glass shattered, metal screeched, and SOLDIERs, statue and all went tumbling out of sight.
"Holy shit," one of the admins breathed as the PS guys stumbled to a halt at the edge of the impromptu balcony. "Did they just-"
Her friend, who'd been around longer, only shrugged. "We're only ten floors up, they'll be fine. Can't say as much for the statue though."
"Have they always been that - ...that?"
"Unhinged?" The senior admin glanced around and then bent to speak with a lowered voice. "Not when the General was alive."
FF7, OCs
Two admins dove for cover as what seemed like half a battalion of SOLDIERs charged down the hall, fully armed, hauling the half-built statue of President Shinra on their shoulders as easily as if it were made of paper maché. "What in the actual Helheim," commented one of the admins, peering after the SOLDIERs' retreating backs from the safety of the doorway.
Thus, she and her friend had a perfect view of the moment the SOLDIERs reached the end of the hall only to be greeted by the elevator dinging - the SOLDIERs screeched to a halt, half a President bobbling about in their confusion, as the elevator opened and Public Safety officers spilled out around them. "Put the contraband down!" their captain barked.
"Reverse, reverse!" shouted one of the SOLDIERs.
With much confusion - but still with more speed than Public Safety could match - the SOLDIERs about-faced and hauled ass-and-President back up the hallway. One of the admins yanked the other back by her blouse as they roared past with the speed and power of a freight train, scrambled after by panting PS guards with no hope of catching up; once the boys-in-blue were past the admins peered out again, just in time to see the SOLDIER Train utterly fail to put the breaks on when they reached the plate-glass window at the head of the hall. Glass shattered, metal screeched, and SOLDIERs, statue and all went tumbling out of sight.
"Holy shit," one of the admins breathed as the PS guys stumbled to a halt at the edge of the impromptu balcony. "Did they just-"
Her friend, who'd been around longer, only shrugged. "We're only ten floors up, they'll be fine. Can't say as much for the statue though."
"Have they always been that - ...that?"
"Unhinged?" The senior admin glanced around and then bent to speak with a lowered voice. "Not when the General was alive."