[WP] In a city of endless rain, an uncontrollable fire rages.

The slums of Caraan were tight and compact, the roads and cobbled paths varied from three to eight metres across. Buildings rose tens of floors above them. The steep canyon's of the slum's streets were packed with glowing neon signs that flickered and sparked, abandoned food stalls- some of them with their stoves still on, rain dripped from the building's edges and sizzled on their tops -and hundreds of thick electrical wires and hanging clothes lines which rose above them like vines. The rain drizzled down through the complex mess, dripping off the edges of air conditioning units and window ledges. Walkways and open balconies were scattered everywhere through the wiry, cement, and neon jungle. A shootout nightmare.

Some people were leaning out of their windows above, looking down on the group of rebels that ran onto the glistening asphalt of Tanxin Road.

"Hey! Is it happening? And what the fuck was that explosion?" One of them called down.

"Get inside! Stay on the upper floors! This area is going to flood in a few minutes!" Garian roared up to them, boots pounding the road as he sprinted to the car lot, the rebels following.

"Oh, SHIT."

As the distant rumbling grew closer, the rebel force entered the car lot. It's total area on each of the levels was a bit bigger than a basketball court. As the valley had grown more and more compacted with structures, building space had become more and more rare. Larger buildings had been knocked down to make room for more, smaller ones. Except for the Union Headquarters, of course. It stood as a dark beacon of oppression and force over Caraan, its lights blinking in the centre of the sprawling city. Life had been hard in Caraan since before the Union, even since it had grown from an unknown city of the Old World, but people were always grateful of the valley, as it gave them shelter from the Eternal Storm that thundered and roared beyond the distant mountain tops, firing giant lightning bolts across the tortured sky. That was all that was left of the Old World other than Caraan and a number of distant cities people had only heard whispers and legends about. That was why it was so important to fight for the people's freedom, as it was fighting for one of humanity's last oasis in the Eternal Storm, and the Vast Darkness.

They reached the eighth floor of the car lot. Three of the rebels ran to the corner of the building with a bunch of dark metal parts. After a few seconds of locking and screwing, a laser-tripped missile launcher looked over the cement barrier on its tripod, watching the upper space of the cross road in front of it intently, awaiting its moment to rain death on whatever crossed its invisible laser. The three men returned to the group. Garian, hair dripping with water, pointed to a random girl in the small crowd.

"You, go do surveillance on the roof. Get down to the streets when you see the convoy coming."

The girl, face full of piercings, nodded and pulled out a set of chunky binoculars. She ran up the last car ramp out of sight.

"Okay." Said Garian. He breathed out slowly and clapped his arms. Before he could continue, the rumbling sound suddenly grew to its peak. Everyone, Garien included, ran to the side of the building and looked down on Ikin Street below.

The white, foaming water exploded out of an alleyway down the street, more twisting tendrils of white water shot out of closer alleyways. The water blasted onto the buildings opposite, waves kicking ten metres into the air. Then the rest of it came. Like the ocean had been unleashed upon Caraan's slums, the water blasted through the city's streets. Culith could see the flood gates rise in the North of the city. They were protected. The slum's gates stayed buried in the road, their metal tops disappearing in a the raging torrent.

The swirling, seething mass lifted to its peak, growing dark in its depth, reaching nearly three quarters up the slum's streets. Then, it began to drain. The black water dropped slowly. The street's lower neon signs broke from the surface, dark, with sparks leaping. After a few minutes the water had dropped as far as it would go, it fell to almost knee depth and stopped. The city's drains were pumping it out beyond the mountains.

"There goes our main power source." Someone muttered in the group.

"Okay!" Garien turned around. "The bombs are waterproof, of course. Everything is in this city. Our plan is still in progress, now down to the streets! Move out!"

"Ad-fuckin'-Solem." Someone else said as they ran down the driving ramps to the streets below, rifles ready.

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