Nomak had waited, and waited, gathering resources and carefully planning out the next few strikes. Finally, it was time to act once more...
Shifts of Reapers, using hand tools and (occasionally) their bare hands, had dug a tunnel snaking from an abandoned old nightclub to girdle 'round 'Frost Tower,' as Nomak always thought of it- the seat of La Magra's business undertakings. Done by brute strength to avoid excessive noise, it was a very good thing that Reapers had so much brute strength to work with.
While the public offices of the city might have a blueprint of the building for municipal purposes- sewer, power, and the like- these days, Frost's security was such that even the discreetest attempt to look at them might tip off the other side that something was up; he already had so many friends in high places already, City Hall was not
the way to go. Luckily, some painstaking recon of the architects who designed the place revealed that they hadn't thought of quite everything. A little bribery, blackmail, and extortion, and the foundation's layout was theirs to peruse at will.. Weak points were likely shored up, but that's nothing some extra oomph couldn't take care of, and there really wasn't much you could do about a foundation once it was poured.
Nomak strolled down the nearly finished tunnel, his recruit-in-training Sharif a step behind. Sharif was a real find; vampires were into weapons smuggling up to their gums, and Aziz Sharif handled the largest volume of military-grade contraband in the Middle East. It had been pure luck that Sharif had had to come to New York personally to deal with one of the crime bosses on a new shipment, with Nomak and his Reapers stumbling across the party and waiting for it to break up before ambushing Sharif's little group on their way back to the ship. Exhaustive interrrogation of guards revealed his master's identity, and the opportunity was just too good to pass up.. Sharif sent word of the deal made and told his across-the-ocean underlings that he would stay in the city awhile, the fate of his legs having convinced him that he really
didn't want the rest of his body to be treated the same way. A bite and a tub of blood later, he was on his feet again and ready to be painstakingly retrained back to sentience...
"I do not
understand, Master. Why not just face him and have done with it?" he snarled low, fists tensing at the wonderful thought. Nomak sighed. There was still a good ways to go on THIS one, all right... "Trust me. Now is not the time," he rasped in return. Sharif, growling, gave way for now.
Reaching the end of the tunnel proper, he moved to where the cases of C-4 were stored in their watertight containers, he gestured at three of the Reapers setting supports and had them bring the containers along. Reaching the first point planned, he reached deep into the hole extending shoulder-high from the main walking area and set the shaped charge against the brushed concrete, then moved on to the next.