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[img]https://s1.postimg.org/1l2u03hqtb/tumblr_oy4sg6f3p51qd1s6no1_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] Lab Facility[/center][hr][hr]	As the leader's head turned into a disgusting type of confetti, Nine had no guilt or regret towards her actions. Perhaps she had done this sort of thing in her previous life - the life she had no memories of. There was something to be said for muscle memory and instinct. Yet Nine knew that it was something more basic than that - it had been for survival. Only the truly helpless and naive would have been blind to the fact that the squad was there to do anything [i]but[/i] help them. In fact, she felt a brief swell of pride at her marksmanship. 

	As she saw all of the guns raised at her, Nine smirked slightly. Well, she [i]did[/i] warn them. She wasn't going to ask them twice to lower their weapons. This wasn't the time to sit around and wait for something horrible to happen. It was time to act, not just react. A few of the others seemed to think along similar lines as she did. One of them seemed to be a bit mentally unstable, screaming about voices despite the relative quiet in the facility. Not very many people were speaking. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I said don't try me,"[/color] Nine repeated nonchalantly, before rapidly firing at as many guards as she could. It was a game of survival - and she intended to win.