“Approaching the ship, ma’am.” Kim’s voice snapped Seriva out of her thoughts. She nodded and had Kim confirm their ETA with the ship. The trip had been short but silent, not common amongst this group, she noted. A look backwards showed Kestrel and Kite both staring out of the canopy to their sides. Their charge was tugged in safely against one of the rear brackets. Normally, the entire group would have been laughing and joking as the post-op excitement flooded through them and needed release.
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Seriva swung her gun around behind them as footsteps approached. A familiar figure waved in greeting and she nodded to Kite as the younger woman joined them on the rooftop. Clad in a cover clothes, Kite looked worse for wear although her electric blue hair was a counterpoint to her drab clothing. Seriva had her optics back on and gestured towards the tear exposing her bodysuit in the shoulder.
“I’m fine. It’ll hurt more in a couple hours. Everything go well?” The younger woman settled back o
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As Kestrel’s voice echoed in her ear, Remy took two strong steps and slid to her knees, coming out on the other side of the hanging pile. The assassin had moved backwards, but was still ready with his gun. Their guns went off simultaneously to neither one’s enjoyment. A stitching of dark spatter created a line up the man’s chest as Remy’s machine pistol emptied the last half-dozen rounds into him. She didn’t have time to smile as a round slammed into her shoulder and sent her backwards. The slu
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Her feet flailed, trapped in the rotted splat-wall, as Seriva worked herself back up. Her good, strong kick had sent her feet straight through the wall and hadn’t moved it an inch. She levered her feet out and under her, slammed her shoulder into the wall and charged into complete chaos. The strobes had kicked off although she knew the darkness wouldn’t last long. The place had been swept by explosive sniffers and harm-scans but a collection of simple strobe lights had never been detected. Line
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The white nova shone forth from more than a dozen strobes set in the ceiling and above the stage. The luminescence shot through the retinas of everyone in the room, everyone with their eyes focused on the Margrave and shut their receptors down. The crowd shrieked like a wounded animal and covered their eyes. The light shot through Remy’s eyelids even though they were screwed shut as she felt the winch jerk her into the air. The grapple had caught the girder without notice from the sniper amidst
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Seriva slid down through the open grate in the back of the theater. The polyline threaded down from the roofspiral harness criss-crossed the matte black bodysuit along with her gear-clips. The winch made no noise as it increased friction at the end of her drop. She touched down in the back section of the old theater and crouched on her haunches. Slipping her NV’s up on her head, she flicked the safety off the gun in her hand. The grate shaft was covered from view by a section of splat-wall that
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311-992 on New Batu/Guadix Drift
The auditorium smelled like cold, wet towels that had been left in the corner for days. It was warm though with a couple hundred inebriated and energetic bodies swaying to the beat of music coming from the front of the room. The music was being pumped in by a cheap amplifier set on the old stage. It wasn’t strong enough to fill the room with sound but it was loud enough to be heard over the shouting and posturing of the students. The auditorium had seen better
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