The Death knell

Helmet in hand, Olivia Pope stood under the pouring rain, her short hair drenched as she listened carefully. Her sharp senses confirmed it—there were definitely gunshots, and they were coming from the direction of the police station.

Albert's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Looks like someone beat us to it. Maybe Bliss is already making her move."

Olivia gripped the handlebars tighter, her knuckles turning white. "Then we need to hurry. If Gordon's already been taken, our plan's ruined."

Albert adjusted his armor, ensuring his weapons were secure. "Let's go. We'll improvise once we get there." He revved his unicycle's engine, and the vehicle roared in defiance of the storm, splashing through the flooded streets as they sped towards the Gotham City Police Department.

The closer they got, the more chaotic the scene became. The police station's windows were shattered, smoke billowing out as the wailing of sirens mixed with the relentless downpour. Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, punctuated by shouts of fear and pain.

Olivia pointed to the alley next to the station. "We go in from there. Less guarded. I'll clear the left; you take the right."

Albert nodded. "Keep it quiet. We can't afford to alert Bliss if she's inside."

They parked their unicycles in the shadows, slipping into the alley unnoticed. Moving like phantoms, they navigated the narrow passage, avoiding broken glass and scattered debris. At the end of the alley, they found a side entrance slightly ajar, the door barely hanging on its hinges.

Olivia knelt by the door, peering inside. "Looks like someone used explosives to get in. There's rubble everywhere."

Albert crouched beside her. "Whoever did this didn't care about being subtle. Either they're amateurs, or they wanted to make a statement."

"Or both," Olivia added, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside.

The hallway was dim, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Water dripped from the ceiling, pooling on the cracked tiles. They moved silently, hugging the walls as they navigated through the deserted corridors.

Ahead, they heard muffled voices. Olivia gestured towards a door labeled "Interrogation Room." She pressed her ear against it, straining to make out the conversation.

"Boss said no witnesses," a woman's voice hissed. "Finish them off, and let's get out of here."

Albert's eyes hardened. "We need to move. Now."

He kicked the door open, his gun already aimed. The two attackers inside barely had time to react before he fired, his shots precise and merciless. They crumpled to the floor, their weapons clattering next to them.

Olivia rushed inside, checking the corners before turning to the hostages tied up in the corner. "You're safe now," she said, cutting the ropes with a swift motion. "Get out of here. Find somewhere safe to hide."

One of the hostages—a young officer—looked up, his face pale with fear. "They... they took Director Gordon. Said something about taking him to the docks."

Albert's jaw clenched. "Damn it. They're trying to get him out of the city."

Olivia stood up, determination burning in her eyes. "Then we head to the docks. We can't let them escape."

Albert nodded. "Agreed. But first, we need to find out who's behind this. Let's check the security room for any footage."

They moved quickly, navigating through the maze of corridors towards the surveillance room. The door was locked, but Olivia made quick work of it, her tools bypassing the security system in seconds.

Inside, the room was dark, illuminated only by the flickering screens showing the various camera feeds around the station. Most were static, but a few still showed footage from earlier in the night.

Albert rewound the tapes, his eyes scanning the monitors. "There. That's Gordon."

On the screen, they saw him leaving his office, his face tense as he grabbed his coat. The timestamp showed it was just an hour before the attack.

Then the footage switched to the parking lot. A group of figures in black suits and felt hats ambushed Gordon as he approached his car. They moved with precision, taking him down swiftly before dragging him into a black van.

Olivia's fists tightened. "Those suits... they're from the old crime families. But I thought they were all wiped out."

Albert's expression darkened. "Looks like someone brought them back. And they're working together. This isn't just a kidnapping—it's an organized takeover."

He pointed to a figure standing in the background, watching the scene with her arms crossed. Her face was partially obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, but the grin on her face was unmistakable.

Olivia's eyes widened. "That's Two-Face. She's behind this."

Albert nodded, his voice cold. "She's making her move to control Gotham. And Gordon's the key."

Olivia's jaw set in determination. "Then we stop her. No matter what."

Albert glanced at the map on the wall, tracing the route from the police station to the docks. "We cut them off before they leave the city. Let's go."

They moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing through the empty hallways as they made their way back to the alley. The rain was still coming down hard, but neither of them hesitated. They had a mission, and they weren't about to fail.

Olivia jumped onto her unicycle, her eyes blazing with determination. "We save Gordon. We take down Two-Face. And we take back Gotham."

Albert revved his engine, his voice steady. "Let's finish this."

Together, they sped off into the storm, the rain swallowing their silhouettes as they raced towards the docks, ready to face whatever awaited them.

The road to the docks was treacherous, flooded and littered with debris from the ongoing chaos. Lightning flashed above, illuminating the dark skies as thunder rumbled ominously. They navigated through the abandoned streets, their unicycles slicing through the water as they closed in on their target.

As they approached the docks, they saw shadows moving between the shipping containers. Armed guards patrolled the area, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Olivia counted at least a dozen.

Albert glanced at her. "We split up. You take the left flank; I'll go right. We take them out quietly."

Olivia nodded, her eyes steely. "Meet at the main warehouse. That's where they'll be holding Gordon."

Albert's mouth set into a grim line. "Let's end this."

They moved like shadows, slipping between the containers with practiced ease. Olivia approached her targets swiftly, her movements silent and precise. One by one, the guards fell, never knowing what hit them.

On the other side, Albert was just as efficient, his attacks swift and lethal. They converged at the warehouse entrance, regrouping before slipping inside.

Inside, the air was heavy with the smell of saltwater and oil. Crates were stacked high, creating a maze of narrow pathways. At the center, they spotted Gordon, tied to a chair, his face bruised but defiant.

Standing over him was Two-Face, her grin wicked as she toyed with a coin in her fingers. "You should've stayed out of my way, Gordon. Gotham belongs to me now."

Albert's eyes blazed with fury. "Not if we have anything to say about it."

Two-Face turned, her eyes narrowing. "You two again. Always meddling where you don't belong."

Olivia stepped forward, her weapons drawn. "Let him go, and we might let you walk out of here."

Two-Face's laugh echoed through the warehouse. "Oh, I'm counting on a fight."

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned her goons. They poured out from the shadows, guns drawn, surrounding Albert and Olivia.

Albert's voice was calm, steady. "Looks like we're outnumbered."

Olivia's grin was fierce. "Good. More fun that way."

They charged forward, ready for the battle of their lives.