Kasshin Towers is a glass and steel behemoth standing a hundred stories above the neon-saturated Neo-Tokyo surface. A honeycomb of office rooms, it hosts numerous small to mid-sized companies. Most of these legitimate firms were closed for the night, leaving behind empty corridors echoing with the low hum of the ventilation system. 

In an anonymous room, behind an anonymous door, a man in scientist scrubs groans as his captors prepare another cocktail of drugs to administer. He struggles against his blood soaked restraints as they approach him with the syringe, but his movements are sluggish and ineffectual. One man presses down, forcing the captive’s hand deeper into the power drill impaling it. As he feels the mangling of his hands and the prick of a needle, all he can do is let out a wet gurgling scream. 

The wind roars past a trio of figures as they glide between the skyscrapers. They soar on winged suits, navigating past towering billboards and expansive sky bridges. Moving with precision and purpose, making their way to Kasshin Towers like a trio of silent bats. As they approach, they apply their air brakes, allowing momentum to carry them the rest of the way. 

One figure raises its weapon and takes aim at the glass surface they are about to collide with. With a muted cough, the weapon launches a breaching round into the glass, shattering it into the thousand glittering pieces. The three figures quickly follow in, guns blazing as dazed security personnel try to react to the sudden intrusion. While their suits fold in, the bat-like figures clear the office cubicle by cubicle. 

They stack up beside a locked door. 
“[color=39b54a]Three heat signatures inside[/color]” one figure intones. 
“[color=ed1c24]HVI?[/color]” the second figure queries.
“[color=39b54a]Possible. One’s looks like he’s strapped down on a chair[/color].” 
“[color=ed1c24]Got it. Breach and clear on my mark. Watch for friendlies,[/color]” decides the second one. He turns around and taps the last figure. “[color=ed1c24]HVI’s still alive.[/color]”
“[color=6ecff6][color=00aeef][color=0054a6]Guess I’ll be earning my keep then,[/color][/color][/color]” the last man nods. 
The second man chuckles, then begins counting down. 

The door explodes in a shower of shrapnel. One interrogator fires his pistol at the doorway blindly, while the other ducks under a heavy desk. The lead intruder steps in and to the side, just as a haphazardly aimed pistol round skips off the surface of his armour. He opens fire and returns the favour, dropping his assailant. The second intruder scans for more targets, but is quickly hammered back as the last interrogator reaches over the table and fires blindly with his submachine gun. The last intruder quickly ducks below the line of fire before pumping shot after shot into the table. Mahogany is no match for rifle calibre bullets, and the last remaining interrogator joins his compatriot. 

“[color=39b54a]Clear![/color]” the first intruder yells as he surveys the rest of the room. 
The second, injured intruder gingerly picks himself off the floor, waving off the third’s extended hand. 
“[color=ed1c24]I’m fine. Check the HVI.[/color]”

The third man moves away to free the delirious scientist from his restraints. Laying him down on the bullet-holed table, he begins treating the injuries. The other two intruders begin rigging up the office, preparing for their extraction and to deal with reinforcements. 

Sure enough, more enemies appear, their arrival signalled by the chiming of the lift. The two intruders begin shooting as the doors open, cutting down the first ranks of security personnel. A few who had the fortune of better grade armour and the presence of mind to stand behind a few cannon fodder, were able to escape the massacre, ducking out of the lift and into cover. A shootout between the intruders and the reinforcements begin in earnest, and as another lift full of armed men arrive, the situation begins to turn against the former. 

“[color=ed1c24]Goblin, we gotta go,[/color]” the injured intruder orders the third member of his group. “[color=ed1c24]Extract’s almost above us[/color]”
“[color=6ecff6]Roger that, exiting the room. Give me some covering fire.[/color]” 

The 2 intruders half-stand up and fire into the mass of enemies. They endure the hits they receive, gambling that their armour would withstand the punishment for now. Their enemies are not so well equipped however, and are quickly suppressed by the volume of accurate fire. Goblin bursts out of the room, carrying the scientist in a fireman’s lift while shooting back with his rifle held in his cybernetic arm. He doesn’t stop running until he reaches the pillar behind which his team mates are hiding. 

“[color=ed1c24]Is he stable?[/color]” yells the injured intruder over the noise.
“[color=6ecff6]Stable enough. I’ll strap him to me and we’ll extract on the same line,”[/color] Goblin replies.
“[color=ed1c24]You sure about that?[/color]”
“[color=6ecff6]Yeah, trust the doctor on this one. Let’s go![/color]”

As the injured intruder begins yelling instructions over the radio, the other two inflate small balloons attached to a length of para cord. Hooking themselves up to one end, they throw it outside the open window they came in from. The balloons float up into the night sky, emitting a strobing light and dragging the cords with them. Satisfied that the lines were clear, Goblin wore a full body harness on the scientist before securing him onto his own rigging. 

Giving one last burst of return fire, the intruders activate the grenades they had laced the office with. Explosions rip through the ranks of the security personnel, and smoke begins to pour out from every direction, flooding the entire area with choking smog. As the dazed enemies struggle to regain their awareness, a loud mechanical droning rattles the building, shaking loose debris and anything not nailed down. The intruders watch their lines, and the moment they feel them catch onto something, they leap out the open window. 

A moment of free fall, then a jerk, then slowly being hoisted up into the belly of a drone aircraft. Once again, the Fulton extraction system proves its success. 

Safe in the cargo hold, the intruders finally take a breather. Goblin unstraps his cargo from himself and lays him on the prepared stretcher. The company would take good care of their new information asset, hopefully better than the last bunch had. It would of course, depend on how cooperative he turns out to be, but that was frankly not Goblin’s concern. 

“[color=ed1c24]Hey Goblin, good job there,[/color]” praised the injured intruder, patting the medic on the back. “[color=ed1c24]Thought we’d have to leave the HVI behind after seeing how messed up he was.[/color]”
“[color=6ecff6]It was touch and go for a while,[/color]” Goblin shrugs. “[color=6ecff6]How about you? Got yourself any souvenirs?[/color]”
The intruder grins and peels off his armour and undershirt, revealing a rigid plate of bullet-resistant material under his skin. 
“[color=ed1c24]Sub-dermal armour, baby. If I’m lucky, it won’t even leave a bruise in the morning.[/color]”
Goblin nods, impressed. “[color=6ecff6]Good insurance. Pity I don’t need to treat that. I could have charged extra.[/color]”

While the apparently uninjured intruder laughed, Goblin saw a message pop up on his helmet’s HUD. With a quick eye gesture, he opened it. 

“[color=ed1c24]Why don’t you join our next gig? No HVI to protect, but a saw-bones is always welcome in our line of work.[/color]” 

“[color=6ecff6]Sorry Castle,[/color]” Goblin shook his head as he read his message. “[color=6ecff6]Looks like I’ve got another hot date tonight.[/color]” 
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Got a big job. Meet at the safehouse. –Mr. T[/color]