[color=00aeef]Andrew kept moving, staying low, keeping his gun close. It probably wouldnt help if any of them noticed him.
[i]"They wouldnt shoot me..."[/i]
He knew about the bounty. He really didnt want to be taken in alive. 

He moved near the door leading to the basement, hiding behind a pillar as he listened to a woman's voice. 
"Get up, your armor took the hit. God, im going to kill that prick some day...Anyway, stay here. Guard the door and dont go in, who knows if they booby trapped it..." the voice trailed off into the distance.

 Andrew paused for a moment, waiting for the woman to leave, all the while screwing a silencer onto his sidearm. He jumped up, pointing it at the soldier, who appeared to not have completely recovered from his wound inflicted by "That prick" 
"Whos down there?" he asked. The soldier didn't raise his gun, knowing that he was beaten.

"A few resistance members. We weren't going to..." he was stopped as Andrew pulled the trigger, blowing the contents of his skull over the back of his helmet. Now knowing that his escape route hadn't been found, he shot the lock open without even looking and ran inside, pulling the door shut and sealing it again with a nearby tire iron. He looked around, and noticed several people in the room, with a large hole in the floor. He walked up to them, too stressed to remember that he was shy.

"There was a trapdoor you kn..." he finished with a squeak, as he realized that two of the three people he was talking to were women.

"L...lets just...er...get out of here. I um...killed a soldier outside and they are gonna notice soon..." he trailed off, trying to wish his coat would swallow him up and hide him from all their...looks.[/color]

________________

Delta tried not to shield his face as the emperor transport hovered over him as he stood on the roof of the building. Instead of it landing, several rope ladders fell down from its loading bay, and five soldiers in elite riot longcoats and body armor climbed down. Delta tried to greet them, but they ignored him until a sixth figure climbed down, jumping off the last four rungs like she couldnt wait to see him. She wore a dark red dress uniform with gold trim, which complimented her silver hair. 

Delta stepped foward, opening his mouth to speak, only for the woman to hold her index finger up as a sign for him to be quiet. SHe walked to the edge of the roof, looking in the direction of the nexus nightclub.
[color=ed1c24]"Three hundred, was it?"[/color]

Delta's mind raced, before realising that she was talking about the body count of the nexus.
"Ye..yes, that is our current estimate. We are currently finishing..."

[color=ed1c24]"I know. I checked. Dont tell me what i already know, Delta. I know everything thats happened."[/color] She turned to one of her men, before throwing a small object to him, which he caught with one hand. She then turned around, and walked up to Delta, clearing her hair away from her eyes.

"Director-General, may i request a reason to why you are presen..."

She pointed her finger to the air again, and said a single word to her surbodinate, the one that she had thrown the object to.
[color=ed1c24]"Record."[/color]

The soldier lifted the object in front of his face, and Delta realised what it was. A camera phone.

Before he could yell, the Director-General grabbed his head in her hands, forcing her thumbs into his eye sockets.

 Delta screamed like he had never screamed before. His accompanying officers shouted in horror and protest, but the Director-General's guards had already drawn their sidearms on the [color=ed1c24]"Record"[/color] and each fired several shots, each one catching one of Delta's officers in the face or chest. Before they could attempt to aid their commander, they were dead, killed with ruthless efficiency.

The Director-General continued to force her thumbs deeper into his head, pushing him down to his knees. She remained completely emotionless, until a few seconds in, when a small smirk was visible on her face. But she didnt say a word, until she got bored and let him go, wiping her hands on Delta's own jacket before viciously kicking him in the face, snapping his neck and finishing the unfortunate man off.

She turned around, cracking her knuckles as if she had just finished lifting weights rather than murdering her own subordinate with her bare hands. 

[color=ed1c24]"Little shit got blood on my uniform. I should have just used my gun."[/color] she said simply, before turning to the soldier holding the camera phone. [color=ed1c24]"Did you get it?"[/color]

The soldier gave it back to her. "Whole thing."

THe director general nodded. [color=ed1c24]"Good. Contact the forces at the nightclub. Order them to make a full retreat. Inform them that Director-General Mcallister is in command of this situation now. I want to speak to the field officers in there now, one of them has earned a promotion.[/color]


SHe looked back at the blood soaked remains of Delta, as well as the corpses of his entourage.

[color=ed1c24]"We need a replacement officer or two. These ones seem to have stopped working properly."[/color]