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[color=999999]"T██m B, r██████. Respon██"[/color]

[color=999999]"████ A repor████...████ B is d█wn...r█t█rning fire ██ ███ top of..."[/color]

The sound of faraway gunfire rattled the girl's mind. She was still mired in her dreams from her underwater adventure, as fun as it had been to drift into near-death. Her suit offered superior protection against ballistic weaponry, at least as far as the bullet itself was concerned — but what it couldn't protect against was the force of the impact. A .50 to the clavicle was still enough to sprain her shoulder and knock her body off of the bridge, even if it never reached her skin.

But what had rattled her senses so wasn't the bullet at all, but the moment that the back of her head hit the water. The [i]Mnemonic[/i] could correct for chemical imbalances, but it wasn't a shock absorber — a concussion, caused by physical movement of the brain within the skull, was beyond its ability to regulate.

Still, SIGINT felt herself coming back, bit by bit, as she realized that she was in the crossfire of something. And for there to be a crossfire, there had to be...another person firing?

Going over the backlogged intercepted transmissions in her mind, she caught a segment where one of the operatives had named a building that they were firing at. Plugging it into a mapping service was enough to place a neat little red, pointy marker at the location in question.

 
Reaching out to anyone was a dangerous proposition. She could ping any electronics at the area, but without anything to proxy through, it meant giving away her own location as well — and as far as proxies went, there wasn't any time to commandeer one.

[color=999999]"Te██ C, keeping rout█...h██ding t█war██ city per███ter..."[/color]

With an armed squad fast approaching, she didn't have the luxury of thinking her moves through. Firing off a unidirectional, all-band signal, she got something back from...what seemed like another radio that was intercepting the same frequencies as herself. Either it was someone who had mapped their spread spectrum just like she had, or one of their agents had gone rogue. Either way, enemy of my enemy...

 
[color=f49ac2]"Heya. D█dn't think I'd hav█ a guardian █ngel. Normally, p██ple who are going t█ hell don't get those, r█ght?"[/color]

On the top of that building on the outskirts, the mysterious sniper's radio crackled to life with a much younger voice than the ones it had been intercepting up until that point. Moreover, the signal was coming across an entirely different frequency than those of the armed operatives, and was under a heavier in-transit encryption. The encryption was a symmetrical algorithm, so simply by receiving the first message, a return channel had effectively been opened as well. The source could easily be traced back to the girl in the green and white bodysuit, now standing weakly with her back against a wall, holding her left arm gingerly.

Her voice was coming across the radio, but...her mouth wasn't moving? There was no way that the girl could pick out the sniper from her distance, but she was looking in the direction of the building nonetheless, her eyes holding both amusement and wonder in equal parts. After accepting her own death with open arms, she was saved by a stranger? Such a ridiculous turn of events was something that she couldn't help but smirk at.

[color=f49ac2]"Lo█k, I dunno who you are █r why you're helping me, b█t...thanks."[/color] The radio crackled, as the girl finally seemed to recover from the ordeal she had just survived. [color=f49ac2]"I hope you kn█w what y█u're doing, though, taking on █hree squads by yoursel█. Well, two, now."[/color]

The fact that an entire unit had been annihilated in such short order made it hard to believe that it really was just one attacker. But regardless of the time or place, there were always exceptional people in the world. Like herself! It wasn't outside the realm of what was possible, and there was only one radio atop the building, where all of the fire had originated.

[color=f49ac2]"Say, uh...I don't sup█ose that rifle of yours can shoot tranqs? These aren't gover██ent guys, they're private sector. The company will just hire mor█ people to replace them a█yway, so...really no point in murdering them █f it's all the same."[/color]

A beggar and a chooser. Anya had certainly picked out a piece of work to save.