Bobby knew the attack had begun when the sound of muffled gunfire and men shouting began assaulting his ears. It was quite a lucky thing that modern stadiums were designed to be soundproof, due to the large noise big crowds could generate. Otherwise many more people would be aware of the attack.

  He waited a good minute until he was very much sure the men round the corner were distracted by Gary and the skeletons, then he gave the signal and waved his own small force forwards. He and Michaela stayed back as the skeletons quietly sprinted up the hallway, sneaking behind the guards.

  Two skeletons crept behind the closest guards and put them to sleep by cutting off the circulation in the neck. The last one who was just turning round at the sound of one of his comrades falling over got to witness his attacker, before he was knocked out by the butt of a gun being swung into his temple.

  Bobby let out a slightly impressed hum, Gary had done a really good job with training the skeletons in the art of incapacitation. He was really pleased by their silent ability to take down people without much struggle, after all putting your enemy to sleep was a far better option than straight up killing them. No one would seek revenge in the same capacity as they would of death if you just knocked them or their family member out and they were fine afterwards.

  He walked to the end of the hall, checking if the men really were unconscious, he didn’t think the skeletons had the ability to tell if they were faking. Beyond the point the men had been guarding was the rest of the underground parking area. Many of its lights seemed to have gone out in the shooting, but he could see skeletons beginning to stream in at the far end.

  There was a “RAT-TAT-TAT-TA!” and some flashes of gun shots lit up a few figures in the darkness shooting at the skeletons. The men managed to get one good shot in, shattering a skull, before some of the skeletons turned round and peppered them with bullets, sending half of them to their graves and forcing the rest to hide.

  The hiding seemed short lived though when skeletons swarmed towards them, killing or incapacitating them based on how desperately they struggled. Bobby was beginning to wonder where Gary was when another masked figure identically dressed to him, ran through the entrance with the last of the skeletons.

  Gary spotted them and gave them a wave, but didn’t come over immediately, instead setting up a small perimeter of skeletons to guard the entrance and stop the men still inside coming in. Most of them would probably go to the other entrances and inform them what happened, but Bobby hoped the gang would be under their control by then. If only Sammy would appear, this would be so much easier with him.

  “I trust everything went well inside?” he said, eventually coming over. His voice was slightly muffled with his mask.

  “Mostly, we did see Sammy originally, but he never showed up at the second meeting point.”

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  “We must assume the worst then, that he’s been captured as a traitor,” Gary spoke gravely.

  Bobby frowned and nodded, “The place is accurate to the map we were given though, I think we will be able to get to the VIP box without too much trouble.”

  All in all there were about ninety skeletons left, only ten were killed breaking through the entrance. Gary decided that they needed to leave another ten behind to guard the entrance in case the takeover failed and they needed to make a hasty retreat. The remaining eighty skeletons would be the takeover force.

  Gary began listing off instructions to the takeover force, specifying how they should attack the humans they encountered, and making sure that they would continue to prioritise incapacitating over killing. Most armies would never have the luxury option of incapacitating, but then again most armies were not bulletproof.

  They finished up pretty easily and then the skeletons began pouring into the stadium's underground corridors. This time Bobby and Gary were near the front, ready to fend off attackers with magic and help direct the skeletons. Michaela lagged behind them, shedding her costume and stealing a helmet to once again blend with the other skeletons. She would help direct them from the back in case anyone attacked the end, after all the eighty skeletons in frankly not that wide tunnels created kind of a snake, and they had no way of otherwise communicating with the ones right at the back in case they were ambushed.

  Bobby felt his blood begin rushing as they sped up, running through the tunnels. They made their way along, soon going past the staircase that he’d come down about twenty minutes ago. Unlike when he left, luck seemed to be with them because there was nowhere near as much activity in the tunnel as there was before and they were able to quickly apprehend anyone that spotted them.

  In fact they made it right to the staircase that led up to the VIP box with almost no interruption. The skeletons showed no hesitation about transitioning to the stairs, impressively maintaining their speed. Bobby had to channel magic to help him keep up, and Gary was visibly tiring, although forcing himself to continue.

  As he looked over at the man, Gary produced an energy drink from somewhere, somehow chugging the can in less than ten seconds before crushing it against his head and overtaking Bobby.

  The horde climbed up many stairs, only rarely coming across anyone. Bobby would have thought they would have put more security near their boss but he wasn’t going to complain about their incompetence in his current position.

  The ascent continued until they eventually reached the end of the stairs, a slightly aged wooden set of double doors with a gold star painted on them. Without further pause he flung them open and let the skeletons pour into the room. The room beyond was mostly empty with a great window on the other side in front of a row of lavish seats, showing horribly muscled people slaughtering each other in the arena below.

  As he scanned the room he noticed someone was sitting on one of the chairs, not sitting, bound to. His heart began hammering as he felt like something was wrong as he walked round to better see the figure. They were gagged and their face was heavily bruised, but it was unmistakable their identity, because he’d seen them earlier.

  It was Sammy.

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