[b][i]An Old Enemy: Part 2[/i][/b]

The black armored men stoically stared at the Chimera though the ACOG scopes of their rifles, waiting for their target to make a sudden move. Solus stared back at them, a little pissed off at this unfortunate turn of events, gradually placing his right hand by the handles of his swords. This stare down lasted for a few moments until one of the men put a hand to his covered up ear. “Two Q Actual. This is 13X13, over.” He said, still pointing his rifle at the Necromaster with one hand. Solus heard some muffled static through the silence, they were responding. “Code 02 in Sector 5Q7.” The soldier spoke again. And then more muffled static. “Understood.” With his final response to HQ, he pulled back the bolt on his rifle and repositioned his feet into a firing stance. This wasn’t good.

“Engage!” Ordered the commanding officer and all of his men opened fire at once. They emptied their entire magazines of strange blue glowing ammunition in Solus’ direction. The gunfire was deafening, and the falling shell casings sounded like a thousand brass oil drums slamming on the ground. The firing stopped in mere moments, the soldiers’ guns dry.

But what they looked upon was not a bullet ridden corpse, but a semi-circular wall of floating bullets. The commander immediately identified the phenomenon and what was to come afterwards. “BLAST WAVE!” Instinctively, all of his men either divided into cover, or put up wards of their own just as the very bullets they fired had been turned against them, and blasted in their direction. Everything around them was immediately shredded. Desks and office chairs where turned to atoms, windows shattered, and the walls expunged masses of concrete and plaster dust as molten metal slammed into them all.

The soldiers quickly emerged from their cover, weapons ready and loaded, but the smoke and dust obscured their vision. “Infrared.” Ordered the leader as he pushed a button on the side of his mask, and the glowing blue energy of its visor turned red. Now able to see the thick fog that was gradually settling, the officer and his men scanned the room with both their guns, and their eyes. Although they saw nothing. Not even a trace of Essence. The Chimera had simply vanished.

The squad leader put his hand to his ear again, and spoke. “Two Q Actual. This is 13X13. Code 02 has escaped. Requesting permission to pursue.” More static flowed into his ear. “Acknowledged.” He confirmed, having now received his new orders. The squad leader then turned to address his men “Cataphracts, we have new orders.”

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Solus let out a sigh of relief. He had lost them, for now. He had weaved his way through the offices and took temporary shelter in lowly cubical. It wouldn’t be long before they’d find him, but if this forced them to split up just to cover more ground, then there would be less of them for him to deal with at a time. This isn’t really how he fought though. Normally, he would attack hordes of enemies at once, and succeed. But this was a much more organized horde. A horde toting state-of-the-art weaponry, and wielding magic to boot. He couldn’t recall any Tirmainian military units of ever even using any form of magic. Humanity needs angelic or demonic influence for something like that. Unless…

His thoughts were interrupted by the thumping of several pairs of combat boots hitting the ground in unison. They were nearby. Solus took a quick peek around the corner of the cubical, seeing two of them in a back-to-back formation. But where were the other 10 that he counted? That was a question that would be answered later. But right now, he had those two individuals to deal with.

He waited as the two soldiers got closer, patiently listening to their footsteps. It was when Solus got a glimpse of a boot around the corner of the cubicle, he burst around and grabbed the first soldier’s assault rifle, forcing the barrel to point at the ceiling as the soldier pulled the trigger, letting off a burst of bullets into the plaster above. Solus kept his right hand on the rifle while quickly placing the other hand on the trooper’s torso and saying, “ZCH PIR”. The second soldier who only just managed to turn around was slammed into by his brother in arms. Both of them smashing through a set of flimsy cubicles and flying out of an open window frame, falling to their deaths from the 12th floor.

Satisfied with the results of his little surprise attack, he inspected the rifle that was still in his hand, then pulled out the magazine, and saw blue glowing bullets within it. “The hell are these?” The Chimera asked himself as he looked upon the strange ammunition. He placed his fingers on them, risking his hand’s wellbeing just to see if there were any odd effects. Nothing. “Hmm…”

“We lost fireteam Gamma!” Shouted one of the soldiers somewhere from further down the office floor. Solus quickly loaded the rifle again, he only had one mag. Well, now he had some targets to [i]borrow[/i] some of this new ammo from. He placed the stock on his shoulder, and in a crouched position, he quickly shuffled along towards the sounds, his ACOG Scope from his newly acquired assault rifle following his eyesight.

He turned the corner, and spotted another two of those mysterious soldiers. The Chimera raised his rifle and let rip, completely taking them by surprise and filling them with those fancy bullets. The two thumped to the ground, dead. Instinctively he began to hurriedly search their bodies. He grabbed 6 assault rifle magazines, and then laid a hand on one of the gas masks, but as he did so, he noticed a symbol on one of soldiers, the right shoulder.

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“Oh… Fuck…” Mumbled Solus as the realization hit him. The Illuminati. They were here…

If they were here, that meant that Loom was really in the shit.

It was then when Solus’ face became puzzled as a red gas began emerging from the cracks in the floor and the walls. Not willing to risk it, he instantly grabbed the gas mask he had his hands on, and strapped it on over his face. It was time to leave.