The glimmering skyline of Kind was flushed with life. The dazzling spectrum of lights and activity danced across the panoramic windows of Robert Hall's office as he sat quietly as his desk, eyes staring blankly at his video-conference. Mr. Hall was the CEO of IsiS, a top ranking interplanetary defense firm. Despite the company's longstanding reputation, however, times were tough. Business was down and the market called for a steep decline in contractor rates. Though typically reserved for government employ, IsiS had to expand its client-el.
The clamor of the various investors all worried about the direction of the company had droned on for two hours now, and Robert was thoroughly bored. He had already proposed to purchase the majority of the investors' shares as an insurance policy and show of good faith. He knew damn well that the next contract was going to keep them well fed for years to come, yet he couldn't tell anyone. Not even Reilene, his secretary to whom he had been cheating on his wife with for some time now. It was only a matter of time before she found out, but at this point he didn't care about that either. All that mattered was this contract, then his life would be -
"Robert! ROBERT!" Came the sharp voices calling out, shaking Mr. Hall back to his dubious reality.
"Oh, my apologies gentlemen, as you were saying?" Came a cool, yet subtly apathetic reply from Robert.
"We were inquiring as to how you feel like you can pull off taking the company from our collective hands and retaining such heavy financial responsiblities. Theres no way you're thinking rationally right now Robert, I mean first going civilian and now thi-" Barlow Austin, one of the head investors had exclaimed in vain, being interrupted by the snapping of Hall.
"Please. I am fully capable of handling IsiS on my own and that is exactly what my father would want me to do, much less I have a fully flexible and comfortable series of safety nets for myself where as all of you bumbling fools have no conception for responsibility in its most simple of notions! Furthermore -" Robert was suddenly counter-interrupted as his conference abruptly shut off following a series of faint booms all coinciding with a temporary blackout.
His heartbeat quickened, there had been many attempts at sabotage and extortion on the company before. They were the oldest in the business. Robert opened the drawer of his desk and quickly retrieved a compact, snub 12mm submachine gun. Equipped with a fore-grip and laser-sight, a sense of ease waved over him as he scooted out from his chair and crossed the expanse of his office, approaching his door with caution. Even though he was on the 34th floor of the building there was still a high chance that if there were an intruder, which there definitely appeared to be with the lack of internal communications and blackouts, that they could be on the same floor already. Hearing the clamor of boots outside he was assured of the mobilization of his men. Backup power was restored yet their communication was still cutoff. Robert tightened his grip on his weapon as he hugged the wall, staring at the knobs of his office doors with desperate intent.
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2nd Squad had been on routine patrol on Mr. Halls' floor when their neural-net communication was severed. Vocal commands were issued immediately to prep countermeasures following the subsequent blackout. Securing both sides of the T corridor that lead to Hall's office, they focused at the dual elevators adjacent from each other, and to the emergency stair access on the right side.
"Explosions sounded like they came from uptop!" One of the men yelled out.
"Quiet god-damnit. We're stickin to the formalities you sons of bitches. Short vocal commands only, and by god damneds sake it better be by me myself and I personally. Now shut yer trap and gimme a recon of the stairwell. Rookies by all means, after you."
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Division B - Rooftop Security ETA 5 minutes until infiltration ------------
Vladimir Petrolov had worked for IsiS for seven years, and never once did he regret a day at work. Having served in the Russian military for some time, he was recruited to the active IsiS "Threat Assessment" divisons before being transferred to the more vital roles of security, being of course, Division B.
Division B focused on the entirety of the IsiS compound, unlike Division A which was broken up into sub-sections consisting of 2nd Squad, Fireteam Alpha and PHANTOM, with only 2nd Squad being present on the 34th floor of the building. The rest of security was placed entirely on Division B. Main reasons being, Fireteam Alpha and PHANTOM were so exclusive only at times of the utmost of security threats would they be on duty, thus the night of this attack serves as a great reminder better to be safe than sorry.
Vladimir had been in the middle of closing up his shift and preparing for his lunch break, his co-worker's arrival to relieve him of his post being the only real care on his mind, before a sudden roar of chemical explosives thundered out. Hitting the ground with his machine-pistol drawn, Vlad rolled over to his back and pointed his firearm in the direction of the explosion, the glass of his security booth shattering upon the tremulous blast wave that rippled out. The lights were out in his booth, it must of been the transformer, he resolved to himself grimly. Patiently awaiting his would-be assailant, Vlad braced himself as seconds went by like epochs in the tense calm following the uproar of activity. Countermeasure teams were assembling, he knew this much, and he could expect their arrival at any moment.
Unfortunately he didn't have a moment to spare. A small sphere bounced into his cavernous security office, beeping alarmingly fast as it rolled next to his boot. Crunching to his feet Vladimir grasped it tightly and tossed it back toward the outside, but alas it was too late. A blinding white flash seared out, robbing him of his sight and hearing as a deafening boom pulsed into his ear drums so violently his nose erupted into blood flow. His last breath was cut short by a vice-like grip shooting from the disorienting darkness, crushing his windpipe instantly before his neck followed.
The counter-measure force for Division B's rooftop security had encroached from the buildings main elevator, swiftly headed toward the security station, only to find a trail of blood that lead outside to the right edge of the building. Upon securing the roof they attempted communication once more, to find their neural-net channel still shut-down. They proceeded to head toward the stairwell, only to find the main elevator to which they had used compromised, a deep slash being visible in the console, with also apparent electrical damage.
"Sir the stairwell is clear from floors 34 to 23, permission to proceed to the 35th and 36th sir!" One of the three rookie mercenaries shouted as he returned to the corridor from his task. His compatriots remained outside, securing the entrance.
"Denied soldier, but good thinking. We'll move you up with some real firepower once we know the situation topside. Right before you three stooges returned the main lift was activated twice. Division B is handling things right now, and if they need support I am sure as shit that the inbound lift right now will tell us."
And as if on que, the main elevator doors slid open.
"HOLY SHIT!" Riku Maroon, a low level contractor yelped as the doors revealed an impaled Vladimir Petrolov eviscerated in all forms of grisly fashions. Within his exposed entrails shone something ominously in resemblance to the latest in prototype fragmentation technology.
The room was suddenly engulfed in white hot flames as phosphorous pumped into the room following a gust of chemical explosion. The two rookies that had been in the stairwell were the only ones safe from the blast. Knowing full well that their squad was finished, they retreated and headed below to the known secured stairwells to regroup with any possible Division B members.
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The mobilized counter-measure task-force stampeded down the maintenance stairways that intersected with the 35th floor, bridging the two floor gap and giving them an alternate entrance to a hot-environment. They followed the double LL hallway until they crossed into the main stairwell, descending to the 34th floor. Impact marks indicated an explosive was deployed inside, as the door was blown half to shit. Wasting no time at all, the support and close quarters assault men busted through, only to find the half exposed, bone white remains of their 2nd Squad compatriots. The panic lock was still secured on Hall's office, thus their primary objective remained consistent; Neutralize the threat before it reached any company executives.
"This guy is fucking with us, he had the door right here, if he's using chem-explosives he should have no problem taking it down."
"It was probably a setup to begin with, I mean we were baited down here only to find this fucking mess. No question we're being fucked with."
"Stay frozen guys, secure the entrance to the stairway and focus fire on whatever comes through."
Robert Hall was now hiding behind his overturned desk, awaiting the door to be blown off the titanium framing at any moment. With thirty rounds in his clip he knew atleast he had fifteen seconds to unload at this asshole before he took him out. Shifting his stance, he braced himself as he heard muffle exclamations following the deathly pause that was preceded by horrifying screaming during the immolation of 2nd Squad.
"Well either they are about to come through that fucking door, or its my men and they are cleaning up the mess...." He muttered to himself.
NoOOo
tHE cleAn uP iS iNhErE
A garbled voice croaked mechanically behind Mr. Hall, a sudden whine of electricity charing primed in warning of his inevitable fate. On a rather foolish instinct of reaction, he spun on his heels and unloaded his pistol into the glass behind him.
mISsED mE
It taunted jestingly before a sudden crackle of electricity snapped out from what appeared to be the ceiling. Piercing metal talons dug sharply into Robert's frail neck as they pumped lethal levels of electricity into his nervous system while he was raised into the air by his ascending electric noose. He was going to be dead three different ways in seconds. Suddenly a hail of gunfire roared out at the vice upon his life, the breaking of the tension had slammed Robbert into his desk, his ribs cracking and blood sputtering out of his mouth. The point of origin from the fire had came from the doorway of what was the locked panic room. There stood a lone female agent dressed in a form fitting satin dress, complete of course with high heels and a shoulder holster for her lone Glock pistol.
"Mr. Hall theres no time for questions so just know that I am here to save your ass!" She shouted before she unleashed a volley of bullets at the invisible specter that stalked the somewhat high ceilings of the grandiose office.
Robert crawled out from his harsh landing and struggled to his feet, holding his side weakly. He was so dazed and disoriented that he didn't even bother questioning the lady, he just wanted to get the fuck out of there. He approached her as swiftly as he could while she reloaded, his wheezing increasing as she darted around.
The doors suddenly slid open revealing a thick haze of smoke and bullet-haze within the corridor, the female agents head cocking to the side ever so slightly in acknowledgement. In a horrifying slowdown of time, the silhouette of the specter dropped before the female agent as Robert made his way to the corridor, its three red eyes glowing intensely as it focused on its last obstacle.
"DIE YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" The agent howled, that being the last of her in Robert's realm as the doors to his office shut tightly.
Robert coughed and sputtered pathetically as he panted down the T hallway, coming up on the intersecting cross -- that had both the elevators and stairwell access.
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The squad leader for the Countermeasure force backed up slowly, his mens backs all aligned in perfect formation as they were all locked on the opposite side of the room, where the stairwell entrance was situated.
"Alright men stay sharp, we got incoming. Deploy smoke."
Almost immediately three red eyes appeared glowing in the haze.
"Oh FUCK! Open fire!"
A shit storm of a firefight broke out, just in time as Robert had just approached the intersecting cross, being in perfect crossfire of the two warring factions. As the haze cleared, the "security" force was given perfect sight of their fallen foe............
the lone Robert Hall.
The squad all clamored amongst itself in fervor and fear for but only a few seconds, as the leader of the group silently raised his weapon, aiming at the backs of his men's heads. Calmly and coolly he pulled the trigger, executing every last one before they even realized they were dropping. Each round ejected bore no registration of emotion upon the man, his actions were cold and precise. As his rifle clicked in lack of ammunition, he threw it to the side and drew his sidearm slowly. Walking toward the end of the hallway, he pressed his pistol to his head and without any seeming hesitation pulled the trigger.
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Within the tightly locked office, there was a whir of pulsing electricity, before the three ominous red eyes blinked in the still, undamaged office. Uncloaking, the matte white assassin stalked toward the desk of his prey. Eying it for its antique quality, he brushed a gloved hand across its rightly turned edges, eventually resting his hands on an catatonic Robert Hall. Sliding his hands on his collar, the assailant pulled open a small slot for loading external memory/software into a bi-neural processor, otherwise a neck port for certain cyborgs. There he plugged himself directly into the vacuous Hall shell, downloading his most reserved documents. Having hacked the entire company's neural-net, the specter had been given all the access he needed from the very beginning, as the entire infiltration was a fabrication to distract the upper levels of the compound long enough for the main data retrieval to take place... at an entirely different location.
Having believed he was killed in the crossfire of his men and his attacker, Robert Hall's mind was on a self-induced shutdown, something that occurred often with simulated death experiences in bi-neural hacking. As for the soldiers, they were all shut down almost immediately following the blackout. It had been one group experience all perpetuated to indicate that, well their competitor company could do all this and more.
Having accomplished his mission without even leaving the office, and successfully deploying a mass-reality hack, every loose end was tied up. Except one thing... There was a script that had occurred that wasn't of the specters' doing: The woman in the satin dress. She was a completely new piece to the puzzle that was their reality, and it came seemingly out of nowhere. It had weaved perfectly into his objective though, and so the specter kept quiet, and reflected upon his mission. This was one of the first times he never had to get his hands dirty, where he got to play around and really use the neural net for what it was good for. Although there was one last loose end to tie....
"So, you're telling me the CEO of IsiS was killed?" Eseen quizzed, the hint of disbelief clear in her voice as she squinted, raising a hand to block out the small amount of light getting through the shielded cockpit.
"Y'heard right. Not many witnesses left, but those who did survive say security was baited to ground level, leaving him exposed." A voice echoed through her comm system.
"Rookie mistake. What's that idiot doing letting the equivalent of mall cops keep him alive. He's gotta be the biggest target in this se-"
"Hawkins!" The voice interrupted her. She shut her mouth quickly, taking her superior's signal to cease that train of thought. "I'm asking you to investigate this, not because you're the most capable Fixer in this sector for the job, but because you're the only Fixer in this sector."
Eseen paused, pulling down a few levers as she landed her small craft in the shade of the building, letting the shielding pull back so she could hop out. She adjusted her outfit, quietly noting she needed to get new measurements for her armour. Her little encounter a few nights earlier had left her proportions slightly outside what she was used to.
"What about Briggs and Ten?"
"They were already investigating a possible assassination attempt. This was in the works for some time." Eseen's eyes widened in realisation and the voice on the other end picked up the lack of vocal reaction. "Yeah, that's right Hawkins. This is a red seal job. We lost two good Fixers. Normally we'd wonder if they're cocky or stupid, but whoever pulled this off knows how good they are and doesn't see us as a threat. This was as much as a hit against Hall as it was against the Fixers."
"Westerchurch know anything?"
"Too busy with vampires to bother trying to organise something like this. Plus he's a liaison with us. He'd be investigating his own guild thoroughly after we wired this revelation to him earlier this morning. I tell you what, I wouldn't like to be in the guild right now."
"Right. I'm here. I'll check out the place and see if I can pick anything new up."
"Take care, Hawkins. We'll be sending backup your way soon. You're in charge this time, if you need anything, just ask."
"Got it. Hawkins out."
She jumped out of her craft, landing springily on her feet as the cockpit automatically slid closed. Her tongue ran across her fangs and she blinked a few times, adjusting her newly blood red eyes to the scenery. After clenching her fists, taking note of the claws at her fingers, she pulled her hair back into a pony tail to show off her elongated ears while she made her way into the back.
Security was disabled for the building and there was a perimeter around it by the local law enforcement. A clearly marked Fixer ship was let in without any problems due to instructions sent ahead of time. Access to the service elevator was a walk through.
On the slow way up, Eseen checked and rechecked every weapon she had on her. She could never be too careful on this, hopefully she'd grown into her new body enough to be able to adjust to it properly.
As the doors to the service elevator slid open, thick curls of gunsmoke crept toward Eseen. The hall was littered with the vacuous shells of IsiS' former peons. As the law enforcement outside worked to restore the buildings primary power, the emergency generator's activity had triggered the emergency lights. Each strobe sliced the smoke into chopped wisps, and the ghostly silence of the hall was the only invitation for Eseen to move forward.
In Robert's office, the specter had been making his final preparations for escape. An inbound "news" cruiser was scheduled to fly past the eighteenth floor, then ascend to join the rest of the media crafts' formations. It was during this time that he was to descend from a higher altitude and literally "catch" a lift with the craft, all under the guise optic camouflage, of course. The problem wasn't falling either, the primary issue was his electro-whip. It was never really intended to be a grappling hook, or any kind of high-tension hook for that matter. Sure there was similar technology based upon the same foundations, that still didn't change the unease that the extraction plan had settled into the deep recesses of the agent's mind.
As he approached the exit to the office, his suit hummed silently as his opacity was rendered transparent by the camouflage. He approached the door silently and pressed himself against the wall. His arm crept slowly along the door until his palm opened and pressed up against the frame. There came a quick pulse that whined at a very subtle yet high frequency. (Easily detectable/noticeable.)
The agents' suit analyzed the data, taking note of the sub-sonic sonographic scan.
Single lifeform. Elevator. If its who I think it is, they'll already know I am here now. Better brace for contact.
He backed away from the door cautiously, slipping in deeper and deeper into the few lingering shadows that allowed him to lurk in the corner. Worst case scenario he'd have to stall long enough before taking the dive from up here. It was do-able........
As Eseen approached the floor, the high pitched frequency caught her off guard. Instinctively, she covered her ears with both hands, cringing at the unexpected sound painfully ringing in her sensitive ears. Fortunately, it was short lived and she regained composure quickly. Right at the time the service elevator hit the floor and the doors creaked open.
She paused momentarily, surveying the immediate view outside, debating whether or not to put her guard up. Surely an assassination group would have thought to clear out hours before anybody got close enough to investigate, but her experience seemed to err on the side of caution. There were no real available exit strategies once the alert went up and the building itself was a large enough place to hide if you were prepared.
Her right hand found her waist and slid down to grip the handle of her free holstered Desert Eagle. About the same time as she slowly began sidestepping to the wall, the acute smell of human caught her attention. While she hadn't spent much time working on it, the smell of a live human was something that stuck out in her senses, something quickly noted earlier on as a means of survival instinct.
"Shit!" she spat, slamming herself against the wall and drawing her gun. Not only was what she smelled human, but it was fresh. And she had the distinct feeling it had only been in front of those open doors seconds earlier. She knew this building was supposed to be empty and stealth didn't seem to have a point at this moment in time.
Somebody was not only in this building with her, but on the same floor. Whoever they were, she knew they knew she was there. The service elevator wasn't the quietest, and if it was whoever hadn't escaped yet, were likely smart enough to bring a lifesigns detector with them.
The power within the building erupted in life as a near deafening explosion of computerized chatter trembled upon each floor. With the main power restored the neural-net interface was in reboot, giving the operative code-named as TUNDRA limited time to react, of course having been the one who disabled the power in the first place, he was already on it.
//access default_turret_defense //**error** default_turret_defense is locked please see your administrator for details. //login "admin" ******* //set privileges "default_turret_defense" 0
//exec threat_turret_defense
//**WARNING** AUTOMATED SENTRY WEAPONS ARE NOW ACTIVE ON FLOOR 34. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
//q
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After producing an obstacle for his would be hunter, TUNDRA prepared for the inevitable. His left wrist cackled with a sudden torrent of electricity, forcing him out of his optic camouflage. Coiled around his arm and chest snaked a high-amplitude tazer whip. It was a fully carbon fiber/cross polymer weave, with titanium barbs portruding along the final three feet of the overall 8"(2.4 meters) whip.
Bursting into a sprint, the agent vaulted over Robert's desk and pushed his chair out of the way, the shell dropping lifelessly to the floor. The neural-hack reality had Robert going to his desk for a submachine gun. In reality he had a much nicer toy to play with; Withdrawing Mr. Halls' custom 1911 frame 10mm chambered sport-defense pistol, TUNDRA beamed a brisk, seldom genuine, shit eating grin. With two extra magazines, he had twenty seven rounds in total, all perfectly suited for filling graves.
He raised the pistol and proceeded to the middle of Robert's office, standing across from the double-doorway that stood between Eseen and himself. There was another shriek of high pitched frequencies, this time for an additional third of a second.
"........Got you."
Following that echo of a whisper, there was a cool pause before the ominous click-clack of a slide pulling a hammer into lock waltzed into the hallway. As if in crescendo, there followed an explosive rampage of gunfire. Round upon round pounded out from behind the aesthetically sound yet structurally weak doorway. Despite the aggression and fury, there rang a certain terrifying precision behind the 10mm round, not to mention the sheer violence of the round gave it a necessary bite in a sea of grossly populated high powered magnums.
Last modified December 14th, 2010, 20:27:00 by Codename_TUNDRA
As Eseen pushed herself back into the side wall, she took notice of the heavy footsteps in quick succession heading away from her. She swallowed hard, waiting to hear the expected crumbling of glass signifying whatever it was wanted an escape. Instead, she heard the light pause in the rhythm and a dull thud, followed by a brief silence. Her teeth clenched and she felt the surge of adrenaline starting to pump through her body. Whatever was behind that door, she didn't want to meet. Whatever was behind that door, she was going to try to meet.
Her crimson eyes darted to her right at the sign of movement. Too close to be her assassin. It was a few moments before it registered in her mind what she was actually seeing. A sentry, building itself and powering up for attack. It had clear view of her angle in the elevator and she'd be sure there was one opposite to that with clear view of the other side.
She stuck her head out slightly, cringing at the high pitched whining that rang in her ears. Her head flicked side to side and at angles quickly, knowing she had fractions of seconds to avoid being made mince meat. Looking up, there was a hint of a smirk that grew at the corner of her lips. She just hoped to whoever that she wasn't overestimating the strength she possessed and crouched down briefly before bounding into the ceiling of the elevator, bringing an elbow forward to tear through what she was putting her faith in being easily breakable.
The turrets lit up and sent bullets in all directions to fill up the elevator space right as Eseen escaped its boundries. She landed open legged over the hole she made and on the supports of the ceiling as to not fall down. Diving forward, she pried open the doors to floor 35 and sprinted through the corridor straight ahead, noting the turrets activating as she passed. Whoever this was, they were either fast, or the systems' motion detection was too slow.
She yanked the high charge rifle off its holster on her back and cocked it, plowing through the wooden doors to the office. Eseen was known for her bad traits as being a headstrong Fixer, but that trait had kept her alive this long.
Hopefully this next trick wont kill me outright.. She thought as she leapt over the desk.
Her rifle spun upwards, slamming the butt of it into the glass, shattering instantly from the kinetic energy put into it. It was only after she leaped out of the open window that she realised she was jumping into direct sunlight. Her skin turned red and sizzled as the daylight began burning her up and she let out a yelp while the pain of it surged through her body.
This, however only served to strengthen her resolve to stay alive. She reached back with one arm, firing two shots into the floor directly below to weaken the glass and let her arm fly upwards to take the momentum. She then braced her rifle into her shoulder and fired directly ahead, the blast having enough kick to it to send her backwards, slamming into the glass.
It shattered around her and she landed on the floor hard. She dropped her rifle at her side and pulled into a roll to get out of the glare of the sun, already taken note of the upturned desk she could use for cover. It was only a single backwards roll and she had her back slammed up against the bottom of the desk. A brief sigh of relief escaped her. She wasn't bursting into flames for the moment, but she wasn't out of the woods just yet. Her pistol switched hands and she put faith in the now dead Robert Hall for at least having the foresight to put something at least somewhat resiliant against weapons.
Last modified December 10th, 2010, 10:25:50 by Eseen Hawkins
Amidst the scuffling of Eseens' escape from the elevator, TUNDRA reloaded his pistol, employing his high-frequency sonar device as he finished, this time in a more rapid succession to keep an updated log of his prey.
The target was fast, much faster than the targeting sensors of the turret systems, thus warranting a thorough threat-assessment. Without wasting another moment, TUNDRA reinitialized his Neural-Net link as quickly as possible.
//RUN_ORGANIC_DIAGNOSTICS=//"FLOOR 36;FLOOR 35;FLOOR 34;FLOOR 33;FLOOR 32" _________________________ ----------------------------- Data will be uploaded to your Neural-HUD! RECEIVING PACKETS ----------------------------- _________________________ ERROR*ERROR*ERROR*ERROR*ERROR*
"Emergency blast shields deploying. Have a safe day, courtesy of IsiS-Defense!"
Why!?
As Eseen crashed into the office and rolled behind her armored cover, the data that TUNDRA had requested had started to trickle in, its search being easily narrowed as Eseen and himself were the few high-thermal read beings in the top levels. Eseen's photoallergic eruptions indicated either heavy albinism or an advanced case of Porphyria. Judging by her agility, the latter was likely the case. TUNDRA's one major advantage slipped away as he raised his pistol, focusing at the corner of the desk as the blast-shields ushered their engulf into darkness. TUNDRA's three aligned eyes beamed brightly in the shadows, their visage quickly blurring as his own agility was demonstrated with a sudden rapid series of strafing to both directions of the room, closing the distance between he and the desk until his electrified whip cackled into activity, arcs of blue and white light illuminating the room briefly as it made contact upon the dead center of the multi-layered desk. As the initial impact resonated a small blast of energy, it was eventually absorbed with only a minor discharge surrounding the immediate area. The strategy behind the decision focused on flushing Eseen out into a close-combat scenario as opposed to an old-fashioned shootout in the dark.
All the while, TUNDRA struggled to keep his cool. His Neural-Operating-System was corrupted, and whatever virus was afflicting him had an alarming sentience. There was also no doubt in his mind that it had infected the IsiS systems as well, and like TUNDRA before it, was laying dormant within. This was a major security flaw. He might as well be dead, or captured, the Agency would never take an infected agent at the stages he exhibited, much less at the levels of failure he had achieved. All of that, however, remained irrelevant until further notice. Survival and escape were TUNDRA's main priorities.
Last modified December 14th, 2010, 20:30:00 by Codename_TUNDRA
"Will you fucking stop that!?" Eseen yelled out over her shoulder at whoever was listening in regards to her annoyance at the high frequency pulses. A hint of desperation was clear in her voice at her rock and hard place situation. The blisters on her skin had begun visibly healing, but were still doing it more slowly than she'd have liked. If her assailant was as strong as she suspected, he could just merely walk up to the desk and push her back out the window. Even if she could somehow cover herself up enough to avoid being dusted, she wasn't sure if she was capable of surviving such a fall. There were limits to immortality, but survival instinct kept the curiosity at bay.
Her interest perked up when the announcement of blast shields closing and things started looking up when from what she could see was the entire floor's windows being closed off. She gave off a toothy grin as light to the room was cut off. She could see perfectly. Only a few days in and she was already enjoying the benifits of vampirism. She would have been dead at the elevator if it wasn't for the enhanced strength and she wouldn't have the advantage she had now in a pitch black room.
She leaned forward, to reach for her rifle, now out of harms way and gave a slight chuckle at her fortune. It was cut short, however, as the whip made its presence known by arcing over the desk, sparking at everything nearby where she had just been leaning. She fell forward, flat on her chest in surprise and rolled to her right out of the way to get to her feet.
As soon as she stood up to face TUNDRA, she froze, trying to take in what on earth she was dealing with. Time seemed to freeze with her as her mind raced.
"Fuck it." She spoke up, lunging forward and breaking into a charge at him. She threw her pistol at him to get him to react and leaped to slam her fist into his chest.
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