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  'FUCK' Mumei thought as she weaved between the transformers, the occasional body part flying as Ataraxia provided cover fire. Her suit was torn, with bullet holes and blood oozing out.

  The SWAT team had long since arrived, ying down fire with a turret and carbines.

  "Move in!" One of the SWAT members, likely a high ranking officer, commanded, "Capture her alive!"

  "Well shit." Mumei muttered before turning on the radio. "I might have to resort to pn B."

  *RATATATATA*

  The turret mounted on the armoured SWAT van continued firing, ripping through any obstacles in the way of it's firing line.

  "Clearly these guys don't care about the clean up costs." Mumei muttered with a wry smile. The transformer to her left was demolished, not even scraps remained. Quickly peeking out the side of her transformer, Mumei saw the barrel of the turret, alongside all the other officers' handheld weapons, pointing at her.

  The officer from before shouted, his M4's barrel pointed at where Mumei had just peeked out, "Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded! You have nowhere to ru-!"

  *TUNK*

  The presumed high ranking officer had his head exploded, as Ataraxia chambered a new round into her Ballista. The substation was up in fmes, the SWAT team seemed more interested in getting someone to bme than to minimise the damage caused.

  'Another sign of rot.' Ataraxia sighed as she took aim on another, more experienced, SWAT officer trying to fnk Mumei.

  Meanwhile, Mumei pulled out two HE grenades.

  "If I'm going out, I might as well go out with a bang." Mumei uttered with a smile. "Besides, I'll lose all this equipment upon death anyway."

  *RATATATA*

  The officers opened fire as Mumei dived to the ground.

  *CLICK*

  The pulling of the pins pierced through all the gunfire. Officers experienced in battle had expressions of fear as they stopped shooting and started running away from the crowd. Quickly getting up into a crouch, Mumei threw the grenades with an overarm throw, aiming for the more densely poputed areas.

  *CLACK * *TING*

  All the officers simultaneously looked down at the ground as the grenade impacted the ground before rolling slightly.

  "See you ter motherfuckers!" Mumei grinned crazily as she racked her new K100 pistol. Putting it to the side of her head, she tensed up slightly as her fingers pulled the trigger back.

  *BANG*

  *BOOM*

  As soon as the bullet left her skull, the explosion decimated the SWAT team.

  Rooftop, 250 meters from Waverly Avenue Substation...

  'Hah. Calm down. She'll respawn soon. She'll be back in the morning.' Ataraxia calmed herself down, using every breathing technique she knew. Without realising, the pair had become closer than Ataraxia realised.

  'Well, I guess she followed through with pn B. Time to extract the hostage, even if we're massively behind schedule.' Ataraxia thought, now that she calmed down a bit, as she swan dived off the roof, relying on her new tech from Jaiden, an Ex-Booster to cushion. 'I don't think this is loud enough that I'll need to call Xaiden yet, which is good.'

  An Ex-Booster was a bck market gadget, a thruster attached to the back of the waist that aided in running and jumping, along with cushioning falls and allowing users to kick off walls for a quick altitude gain.

  Holstering her sniper rifle, Ataraxia ran to where they parked their car. After so much time passed, the occasional headaches and nausea from her lost eye had faded, allowing her to drive better. Racing the traffic to Harold's manor, she parked the car in the car park from st time.

  Dashing over to the manor, she saw that the lights in the manor were down, meaning the back up generator still hadn't kicked in. Seeing this, she faced a decision.

  'Destroy the back up generator, or just extract the hostage and get out quick?' Ataraxia contempted as she hoisted herself over the fence using the Ex-Booster. Guards were shouting in the dead of night to coordinate as they attached fshlights to their guns. 'Destroying the back up generator it is. Usually, such a thing is pced in the basement or attic. I guess I'll sweep from the top down then.'

  Looking for an entry point, Ataraxia faintly saw a balcony in the darkness. Sneaking to below the balcony, Ataraxia jumped up and caught the ledge, preparing to climb onto the second floor. With no other easy access points to the third floor, Ataraxia infiltrated from the second instead, scrapping the idea to destroy the generator. 'As luck would have it, the hostage is on the second floor as well.'

  *BZZT BZZT*

  "This is balcony station. No sign of intruders here." A guard said over her radio as Ataraxia was about to climb up. Seeing the fshlight move away from Ataraxia's position, Ataraxia climbed up as silently as she could. Sneaking over, Ataraxia couldn't help but wince at the sound of her boots meeting the floor.

  "This is balcony station. Do we have another guard near here? I'm hearing boots near me."

  'Oh shit.'

  "Yeah? Understood." The woman let it go. It seems there was another guard near here.

  Sneaking closer, the guard found it strange the footsteps were coming closer.

  "Hm, is that you Ralp- MM!" Ataraxia csped the guard's mouth shut and pierced her neck with Teresa.

  Carefully ying the guard's body down, Ataraxia searched the body for a key for the locked door leading to the inside. Grabbing the guard's key, along with her pistol and F2000 rifle just in case, Ataraxia unlocked the door.

  'I should have enough time.' Ataraxia thought, 'I'd give it 20-30 minutes before the guard's HQ or commanding officer checks in with the balcony girl.'

  *CLACK CLACK CLACK*

  Ataraxia's combat boots met the ground noisier than expected once she was inside, disrupting the silent hallways. Luckily, it seems Harold's guards all wore combat boots, so the sound wasn't too distinctive of an intruder.

  Unholstering her PIT VIPER, she held it in front, suppressor attached, and began to search the second floor, heading to the left side of the mansion.

  'First things first, look for the Project Ethos file. If it is brainwashing, then it's assassination time. Afterwards, hostage extraction.' Ataraxia thought.

  Near the fifth door she passed, Ataraxia heard sobs and maniacal ughter that seemed far too young to be Harold's. Listening out for a moment, Ataraxia figured the sound of shouting and boots should be enough to cover the sound of a suppressed shot and got ready to silently breach the room.