Seira took a deep breath and shot the last two bullets. She lowered the gun and stared at the target that was 12 feet away. Most of her bullets clustered round the inner most circle of the bull’s eye. She calmly reloaded the gun. This time she picked the silvery anti-Alchemic bullets. There was no need for further practice. The Beretta was relatively simple to use. Truly it is a weapon without much honor. It offered far too much power without demanding anything in return. No discipline. Nothing. Yet sooner or later she will have to rely on it. 

The Japanese Asylum tucked the gun into the holster underneath her shirt. She debated about updating her file. Somehow she felt that it would be better to have an ace up her sleeve. After making sure there was no cameras around the range, Seira poured out the remaining bullets. She fused them together to form a metal ball. The ball sooner formed an exact replica of the gun she stashed away. Calmly she left in the shooting stall like she was instructed to do before she entered the range.

“Thank you! I will be leaving now.” 

The woman smiled and waved to the lone clerk at the counter as she exited the armory. She stiffened as she stepped into the silent hallway. Where was everyone? The bunker staff were nowhere to be seen. She turned to her right. Her nerves were taunt and her muscles tensed. She had to find the rest fast. Deep down Seira feared the worse. Kai and Lina warned her that the A.M.R.O. would come after them sooner or later. No. It’s impossible. How could the organization known for its strict protocol have reacted so swiftly? Was it because of the Chrono? 

She quickened her pace. The light tapping of Mercuri’s metallic sole against the ground was far too obvious. Pulling round the corner XCI removed her heavy shoes and yanked off the metallic soles. She muttered softly under her breath and changed the remains of her shoes into a pair of pastel red moccasins. Quickly she slipped them on. She continued muttering under her breath as she ran her hand down the sleeve of her top. She changed her outfit into a dusty blue boho blouse with faint embroidery. The blouse fell to her knees. It was matched with a pair of deep blue leggings. Only her shoes stood out in comparison to the rest of her outfit. Yet the overall color scheme was so subdued it was unlikely to bring unnecessary attention to her during combat. She decided to keep her hair tied up in a bun. 

She paused once again. Now she was certain someone was spying on her. Oddly the Asylum or Asylums did not seem to want to strike. Seira fought the urge to turn round and stare at the wall behind her. Instead she opted to walk away and head back towards the cafeteria. Hopefully someone would still be there. In the worst case scenario she can head back to where Kai and Lina were. They said they would be there for another two hours to finalize a proposal for the Gemellie. 

Seira almost gagged when she entered the cafeteria. An acrid smell came from the shattered glass on the floor. Hopefully no one drank that. The acid was so strong that it literally bleached the parquet tiles. She scanned the room hesitantly. The room appeared to be empty. A loud shot caused her to jump. Her heart raced wildly. She clutched her chest and took a deep breath. A few more shots were fired. A gun battle was taking place further down the hallway. She bit her lower lip. Aiding that person would be stupid. There was no telling if he or she would still be alive by the time she got there. Somehow she was almost certain it couldn’t be Camron. The kid would not even live to fire a single shot. He wouldn’t even hear the person sneaking up on him. Her eyes widened. 

[i]Oh…. Where was he?[/i]

It took a while for her to realize someone was addressing her. She was about to turn around to respond when a powerful blast knocked Seira forward. She groaned as she attempted to pick herself up. That burst was stronger than the typical level 3 cast. Damn. She certainly had the luck of attracting the wrong sort of people to her. Still she refuse to give in without a fight. She slipped Nami from her finger. 

“Who the hell is this Marco you are looking for?” She asked feigning ignorance. 

Of course she knew the response would be Polo. Still she was hoping to buy herself time. Just how many Asylum teams did A.M.R.O. send? There had to be at least two teams. This Asylum in front of her didn’t seem like the type who would slip acid into a glass of juice. Well unless her partner was into that sort of thing. 

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Hidden within one of the rooms a blonde teenager fiddled with the rubix cube once again. He wished there were other things to do, but there wasn’t even a TV around. He solved the puzzle for the third time. He tossed the cube aside and flung himself onto the bed. His blue eyes stared at the ceiling above. Somehow it didn’t feel right to fall asleep again. The boy sat up again. He wanted to go out to Vegas again. 

Camron left the room and walked down the corridor cheerfully. He waved at the unfamiliar pair that he saw. Odd how he never noticed them earlier at breakfast. He smiled a little hoping that they would smile back. It didn’t take long for him to notice that they probably were not very friendly. He took a step back. Did he just walk in on another private conversation? Dang! Would a sorry ever be enough for these people?