[center][b][color=lime][sup][h1]C H E S H I R E[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=lime][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]Bangkok, Thailand[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]January 1[sup]st[/sup], 2052  |  11:59pm |  Government House of Thailand[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]

The soldiers barked orders back and forth in their native tongue, fear creeping into the voices of those trying to face down the rebels. This was a last stand, and every Junta knew it. Amongst the officers was a woman of seemingly mixed heritage, barking out orders like the rest of them. Her green eyes scanned the battlements, meeting the gaze of a few other soldiers operating the machine gun nests. With but a nod, everything fell apart. The machine guns were turned on the Junta soldiers, away from the rebel forces. Officers, Generals even, were mowed down indiscriminately. The chaos had everyone confused. Jade Nguyen began barking orders, labelling one tank or another as traitors. It was easy watching the tanks and APCs turning on each other, the rebels pushing farther ahead as the Junta line was falling.

But Jade had no time to sit and watch the chaos unfold. She had bigger fish to fry. Or, more accurately, more fish to cut to shreds. She began to shed her disguise, removing her military coat and undoing her skirt to reveal her short, green kimono underneath. On her belt were a few canisters, a collection of throwing knives, and her trusty sai. She gave a small smile as she entered in the East side of the building, a few individuals shedding their uniforms and following her in.

They were silent and lethal, and the Junta security forces didn’t see what was coming. Literally. The power was cut sufficiently, leaving the security forces with only flashlights to guide them. That didn’t work out well. What truly lit up the hallways and offices were the bullets ripping from the guns as the Junta shot wildly, the knives and swords cutting into the soldiers. They didn’t stand much of a chance against the League of Shadows.

Cheshire was the swiftest of them. She didn’t exactly blend into the shadows as the other operatives did, given they wore black while Jade wore a brighter green. Jade didn’t need to hide much when she was as swift and merciless with a blade as she was. She cut into them like butter. It was far too simple. And while most would be safe to assume she’d be on her way to the elevator, like the others from the Legion surely would… Jade believed in an order to things. Rather than walk in cloaked, or shooting everything down, a gentle touch could get the job done and make sure everyone got what they wanted.

And so, Jade avoided the cameras as she neared the security office. A suite of offices sharing bullet-proof glass walls and a host of security terminals, where Junta intelligence officers were watching the cameras or monitoring the defenses. A few of the sentry turrets appeared to have been taken down, and Cheshire rolled her eyes as she heard one of the officers loudly barking orders for a few squads defending the East shift to the West, given the clear intrusion. It was pure chaos. With a slight smile, Cheshire slipped on her mask, attaching the proper air filter installed into it, and walked in with her hips swaying slightly. She dropped a single canister on the ground after closing the door into the offices. A noxious green gas began emitting, filling the room. And while normally the gas would be filtered out to some extent, it appeared one of the League’s foot soldiers did manage to get his hands on the ventilation controls. Within seconds, the security officers were unconscious and dying in their sleep, though a few met a quicker end when they drew their firearms in such a confined space.

Jade approached a console in the back office, quickly tapping away. After a few moments, she smiled beneath her mask as she moved to exit the security offices and make her way towards the elevators. Her voice chimed in on the general Legion comms. [color=lime]“Cheshire reporting in. Turrets disabled, cameras have been wiped. Two Junta squads remaining inside of the facility, and the rebels are getting close to the front door. You only have 5 minutes tops until we infiltrate the safe room. Don’t keep a girl waiting.”[/color] Her footsoldiers, only four in number, moved in to intercept and regroup with her as they approached the central elevator. There was no way the League of Shadows was going to miss the fun.