[i]"B, that place will be a slaughterhouse." Leo chided to the cellphone who had been ringing moments ago. Delivering the news. Apparently the New Order had decided to bare its fangs for real in a rather crowded, Nexus funded nightclub. Special Operations, APC's, Recon soldiers and even gunships. The outcome would be no surprise, but the sheer cruelty of it all had made Ramirez's stomach turn into an ugly knot. And yet, he knew that he was just one, and there were a lot of them around.

"I know, L. But nobody's going to help them. And that's why we have to. We parted with the New Order to make a difference, right?" An elder, much more experienced voice answered. That made Leo clinch his fist. He was right. They HAD to try. Else, Palailogoi actions and words would ring hollow.

"I don't think i can snatch anyone from that killzone about to happen."

"Lad, I know. But you must try.Sometimes, the right man in the wrong place can be the key."

"They're professional trained killers. And I'm just one."

"Trained like them, L. And on top of that... you've survived outer space. Do not belittle yourself. I have faith in you."

"Alright. Here goes nothing." Leo closed the cellphone, and quickly exited his nondescript car. With a deft kick he opened the trunk, revealing a combat armor and helmet with a golden two-headed eagle engraved on the left shoulder, as well as a cache of weapons inside a duffel bag. Inhaling, and checking he wasn't seen, headed for the nearest sewer entrance, weapons and armor in tow. [/i]

The stench of the sewer was almost unbearable. The fact he was packing half an armory inside the duffel bag didn't help. Ramirez had followed the instructions he had been given to heart. Intel indicated an often overlooked fact of the Nightclub. It had a small grate in the basement, which was too small for a person to fit through...but easily breachable with just a token amount of explosives. The muffled sounds of gunshots made him stop in his tracks. The tenous light of the Nexus basement pointed the location of the grate. Leo smiled faintly as he kneaded a couple of plastic explosive strips. It was then when he noticed a couple of female voices running about the basement.

[i]Assailants? No... most likely survivors. Given their speech patterns.[/i]

He didn't think twice and made haste setting up the fuses and detonator. In a rather neat self controlled bang, the grate and a portion of the concrete fell, creating a hole wide enough to evacuate one person of a time. Taking the duffel bag and standing in top of the rubble, he waved his hand out of the hole.

"Psst, hey here!"