The man's lips curled upwards into a barely perceptible smile as Trent joked about surprise fireballs up the ass. However this momentary show of emotion and humor quickly faded away. Once again Randall reached into the briefcase, this time taking out a second folder that he examined himself for a moment before speaking in reply. "We are uncertain as to her full capabilities. However she has dispatched 4 known metahuman operatives to date." Randall passed over the second folder, this one was noticeably thicker than the first and contained a small headset. An inquiring glance was met with a nod before the mercenary was to put it on. "One the previous teams were kind enough to provide us with an audio transcript of their failure. They believed they had cornered her in a warehouse. Unfortunately they did not contact us prior to engaging and were outmatched."

When War Pulse donned the headset it would begin to play the records from the failed attempt. The words of dead men echoing in his ears as the audio record played. Notably it was incomplete and several parts seemed spliced together.

V1- "This was easy. You'd think with all the money they were paying us she would have been harder to track down."

V2- "Heh, well I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Besides it isn't over yet."

V1- "It's a freaking retrieval mission on a girl. She's probably some bigshot's whore who ran off and now's threatening to blackmail them. Did you see those pictures? Damn."

V2- "And a bureaucrat's woman somehow managed to kill two other operatives?"

V1- "Shut it, they were clearly inept if someone like that too...."

V3- "The target's presence is confirmed, cut the chatter."

V1- "Fuck you man. Or better yet, let's hit that before we bring her..."

V4- (With clear annoyance) "He said cut the chatter, and seriously think with your brain not your dick for once."

V1- (Inaudible words of grudging ascent.)

V3- "Move in like we planned it. Remember, stun settings only and switch to team only signals it is possible she could listen in on this one."

(Several minutes of silence)

V1- (Laughing) "Got her! That was damn easy. Just took one shot from the stunner too."

V3- "What's your location?"

V2- "About halfway back, near the stacks of pipes. I'm about to restrain heugh"(Cuts off abruptly.)

V1- "What the fuck!?" (Sounds of weapons fire and a high pitched shriek that sounded inhuman.)

V3- "Report! What is happening?" 

V1- "She killed ----" (More shots fired and disjointed words) "too ... fast... can't..."

V3- "We've got this. In position now." (Additional fire from multiple weapons) "Damn she's fast."

V1 "She fucking killed him man."

V4- "Shut u" (Voice cuts out abruptly with a heavy thud)

V3- "Direct hit." (Several more shots follow) "Target down."

V1- "We should kill her for this. She fucking killed --- and ---"

V3- "We are getting paid for this now restrain her and let's get out of here."

V1- "I'm not going near her."

V3- (Inaudible mutterings followed by a scream.)

V1 "Fuck this shit. Die!" (Harsher weapons fire and repeated shrieks mingled with curses) "Hah! Eat that!" (Heavy breathing) "How do you like that!?" (Hysterical laughing) "Your fucking dead n" (Gagging)

Unknown Voice- "Three times I play dead and three times you fall for it? You are disgraces to your profession and your....."(The voice was clearly female but odd as if with clicking undertones and a strange buzz to it.)

V1- (Faintly) "What the fuck are you?"

---End

"As you can see, this was not the most competant band of operatives. However our employers trust you will prove more capable." Randall spoke once more after the headphones were removed.