The Clown Prince of Gothic had terrorized people from all over the city, burned buildings, murdered civilians and recently, killed a Presidential Candidate and posted the gruesome video. He was not alone. Before him came Satar, Spain burned, the world twisted in the wind. Attack after bloody attack shook the faith of the world population, made governments tremble and threatened to send the world into blazing chaos. Some people, as it turned out, just wanted to watch the world burn...and Curve was one such man.
That was why he was chosen, it didn't even really matter to Director Tyrus and STRIKE if Curve was killed, captured or just went underground for awhile, there was a different point being made as TV stations across the world showed video of Ospray's painted with STRIKE's logo flying into Gothic City. They descended from the clouds and warehouses burned. There was live footage on the internet of STRIKE operatives dragging members of Curve's gang out of their hiding places and cuffing them, or shooting them as they fought back. This was not a defensive measure, it was not something being done because Curve was launching a bloody attack, it was preemptive...it was what the world needed to see. Someone was out there actively going after these people now.
Tyrus's Osprey landed four hundred yards from a non-descript Gothic building, the reported location of Curve. She disembarked her vehicle quietly and moved around the corner and out of sight. There she waited for her heroes, for the people that would make the next phase of this operation possible. Solar Hawk was already there, ready and waiting with her mace in hand. Xae was not far behind but she was spread out from the others, stalking quietly through the city's shadows as the sun went down. The rest would arrive shortly and the attack would begin. Tyrus was fully aware that Curve would know by now they were coming, there would be traps and fighting and she fully expected Curve to have all sorts of tricks up his sleeve. The new Director of STRIKE smiled and put a round in the chamber of her Desert Eagle.
Xae was the closest to Curve's location. She stalked through the broken down streets and buildings of a half forgotten city, her armored feet nearly silent against the pavement. Her sensors constantly scanned the area and provided her with a three hundred and sixty degree view of the area. She was set out ahead of the others, an intentional scout and possible target. From time to time she allowed herself to be spotted by anyone that might be looking out of the windows. Perhaps Curve would be smart enough to understand those moments as a trap, perhaps he'd be crazy enough to not care.
Eventually Xae crouched down less than one hundred yards from a side entrance to the building. She activated her claws and dug them into the ground, preparing herself to launch forward and go from zero to sixty within a beat or two of the heart. The ultimate predator, the world's oldest sentient species, waited for the Clown to make his move or for STRIKE's Operation Sad Clown to begin. She kept tabs on where the other team members were, waiting like Tyrus for the others to arrive. She knew and suspected Tyrus knew as well, that it would likely begin before everyone got there. Curve would have the place ready for war and would likely start the shooting first.