[color=pink][i]"Well that's fucking creepy..."[/i][/color] Anya whispers to herself as a voice takes over her radio. Taking a quick glance towards the girl it seemed to definitely be her but how did she find her so fast? Why weren't her lips moving? How did she access the radio? Anya quickly rolled back to cover. Creepy little girls were the last of her worries.
With her location blown and her actions known she couldn't risk another shot. It was too risky now that she had lost the element of surprise. 
Undoubtedly they would be working as a team providing cover and slowly moving forward. Anya was also weary that there would be more closing in around from behind.

Snatching up the radio it was time to move. Firing off a few pointless rounds Anya ran to the the apartment building stairwell. She moved with haste, the large sniper rifle awkwardly swaying around under her arm. As she began descending the stairs she decided to talk to this mysterious stranger. 

[color=pink][i]"OK Got it, shoot for the kneecaps."[/i][/color] Anya replied flatly to the voice's last request while rolling her eyes. Her voice was bumpy as she bounced down the steps in rapid succession. 

[color=pink][i]"So who is this?"[/i][/color] Anya finally asks as she pauses for a breath at a mid level.
[color=pink][i]"How can I be sure?"[/i][/color] Was her instant follow up question. 

As the voice on the radio talked Anya looked around the empty stairwell. Pleased by its in-occupancy she knelt down and began disassembling her rifle as much as possible.

[color=pink][i]"Look, just 'coz I pissed 'em off doesn't mean that they'll all be coming after me now. Your still the money target and top priority. You better not still be standing around smiling like some dork..."[/i][/color] 

Anya had stopped on this level deliberately. Hearing a door swing open somewhere in the stairwell below she knew it was time to act. 
[color=pink][i]"Sorry, call you back in a minute darl."[/i][/color] 
With that she punched out the fire alarm with the walker-talkie. In a matter of minutes the apartment building complex erupted into a raging flood of chaos. Alarms were blaring, people were stumbling around screaming. Others banged heavily on others doors in worry while shouting. Some dashed panicky towards the stairwell clothed only in their sleeping gear. Everywhere people were scrambling around for one reason or another seeking safety and answers.
Anya tried not to laugh, the worry seemed to spread contagious through the building. She couldn't help herself from further instilling that panic by screaming lies at passing people only further feeding their fears and encouraging them more so to quickly vacate. 

With the sirens screaming in her ear and her sniper parts bundled in her arms Anya used all the commotion to quickly slip into a recently vacated room. Locking the door behind her she got busily to work.   

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[color=pink][i]"Can you hear me?"[/i][/color] Anya asks over her now modified hands-free head set connected to the walkie-talkie tucked into a small back pack on her back. 
At her side she carried an old suitcase almost over flowing with clothes. Cleverly hidden throughout were her disassembled sniper rifle components. Moving with the crowd she just appeared as another worried resident leaving the building.

[color=pink][i]"Where are you now? Time to meet your guardian angel."[/i][/color] Anya smirked as the words left her lips and she passed a confused and irritated operative. Thinking him a man of authority many of the confused crowd had surrounded him and began hurling questions his way.
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