D Sound cannon deep state attack on Lake Tapps, resistance becomes active

By the time the SWAT team moved in to Guy's house, all the Blue Circle and most of the HNMNBies had left the neighborhood. Deep state had some resources in place to block the roads, but the master exit plan allowed for that. They had some choppers in the air, well for the moment, drones went straight for the rotorblades. Both operators were killed in the first one, the second, warned by the radioed mayday was already looking for a crash site and was able to put down. No matter, they still had satellite, but the eternal winter cloud cover of Western Washington diminished the effectiveness.

Guy's next door neighbors, deep staters, had stayed up and bundled up outside to watch through a copse of trees and record all the excitement. Truth be told, it was awe inspiring to see those techogeeks move with military precision. And now the SWAT team's armored trucks were arriving, we see your military prowness and raise you one.

Crickets, dementors, a bazillion of them, but from what, where, when did they start? There're moving, undulating, writhing, nails on chalkboard, piercing to the very soul. Harriet loses her cookies right in the lounge chair. Harold grabs her a club soda, maybe this will help. If they had only known to walk away, the sound beastie, is very specific. Get up and move,  the attack is unlikely to follow, has to be focused beams. They stayed, now their eggs are scrambled.

The moving sound finger writes; and, having writ, moves on: nor all thy frequency nor amplitude, shall lure it back to cancel half a decibel, nor all thy tears wash out a dBA of it. Now the locus is over the SWAT team command center. Beware the mighty metaphasic cricket!

To deploy the sound device, the robots, (if you try to do this as a human your head will explode), had to set up shop out in ring 4, the outer perimeter at the small industrial park on the hill. They had managed to fake credentials to feed the robotic parking lot attendant and set up shop in three self driving vans, all out of building camera range. After they cooked the SWAT team and the vans full of analysts and operator controllers, they drove off, in three separate directions, arriving at vehicle security checkpoints at exactly the same time. There they self destructed, leaving no trace of the sound cannon or the security checkpoint.

Forensic experts reviewed several recordings. They match Havana and Catalonia, different circumstances, variations,  same high-pitched sound. “That’s the sound,” the expert said, the distinct signature of weaponized sound.

The deep state team did the right thing, alerted the emergency medical system. They had no idea what had happened to them, but they knew they had been hammered.  Late on a Saturday night, no corporate assets available, calling 911, Circle people were first responders, gotta love privatized public service. Stabilize and transport, over 100 casualties, no deaths, none fit for duty ever again either, welcome to the world of disposable people.

After action meeting at the interagency coordination center, AKA deep state, was reminiscent of half time at a high school football game when you are down 36 - 0 and half your starters are injured. You really don't want to back out.

What happened, asked the scene commander, fully aware this was his last gig. Don't know mumbled an analyst in a white button down shirt, (I didn't know they still made those). The HNMNBies appear to have acted passively, escaped, but didn't fight or harm any one or thing, true to their pacifist playbook, but there was clearly another actor, a surgical killer.