[@BurningCold][@Kurai Assassin][@hagroden]

By now Blood's spine had healed enough to allow small movements. He sat up slowly with a groan so as to not injure himself further. "Nah. I really don't give a fuck who ya are so long as your not Purge or HIVE, and if you were we wouldn't be having this conversation." Blood told him. "Name's Blood, people get pissy when I reveal my name so just call me by my code name Alaska."

York arrived shortly after, "York stand down, this guy just ripped a huge fucking piece of metal out of my back and I really don't wanna see he die so fast." He told him. He grabbed his helmet and put it in his lap, his armor was shot to shit. He'd need it repaired for sure. "Scarlet, damage report. Are you functional?" Blood asked.

"Yep! Hydraulics offline, ammo storage at 20% capacity, most of the armour is badly damaged. In other words: You're fucked! Hehe." She replied.

He groaned, great...
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"There is...one thing wrong with your theory." Erick replied. "I'm not Freelance, nor am I your normal combatant." Pressing a button on his Limiter, his cloak activated dropping him off radar. "You're also in /my/ sights." Three shots fired, three casings fell to the floor, three holes punched through the wall Ved was behind. He retracted his rifle and placed it on his back, the cloak wrapping around it. 20 seconds left.

He drew a knife while Ved was distracted by a poor liar, swiftly he went around the counter and stopped on the other side of the wall Ved was behind. 10 seconds left.

Twisting around the wall nimbly he kicked Ved in the knee and held the knife to his throat. 5 seconds left. "Drop the gun." Erick replied, the cloak vanished.