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[@Prizrak][/sub][/right][h3]𝕆𝕝𝕕 ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡, ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟[/h3] [b]ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟠𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟞𝟜   𝟙𝟡:1𝟘[/b][/color]

[i]In a world quiet, but not silent...[/i]

At the surface level, the alley was occupied only by Cass's echoing steps. Well... Echoing at least to her. The subtle stalking step she took remained rather inaudible to those not equipped with such strangely enhanced senses. Between the two concrete walls that rose to either of her sides, Cass was entirely relaxed as she strolled almost aimlessly around the Old Rail Stop towards the station's opposite side. That quickly changed, however, as Cass's Visual Enhancer corroborated with her ANVL augment to offer her a visual representation of the slight tremors and sounds that occurred just beyond the alley.

If Cass was nervous, she didn't do much to show it. No change in her pace of breathing; no increased heart rate. She was as solid as always. What might be noticed was the clandestine way her posture realigned and her grip on the monoblade's sheath twisted to offer her easy access to the weapon's hilt. The closer Cass got to emerging from the alley, the clearer her change in demeanor became. Breathing, walking, fiddling with her blade, each action seemed to occur in slow time. Truly, Cass was beginning to believe that her extreme perception was as much a curse as it was a gift. To try and completely silence herself became nearly impossible. Perhaps she was being too cautious, though. After all, just because she could feel the resonance of her footsteps on the walls that boxed her in didn't mean anyone else could.

Cass stepped up to the corner of the uniform box of a building that was the Rail Stop's exterior. The source of the reverberation from beyond her was blatant at this point. Cass knew the noise all to well. After all, it had haunted her on a daily basis, bringing with it a series of headaches if she were to do as little as go outside on some days: [i]Footsteps.[/i] They were complemented by the screeching of small steel wheels rolling across the rough and trash-strewn ground. Peeking around the corner offered Cass an actual image of the scenario. A series of gangers worked to load a truck with voting kiosks. Next to the unmarked white truck, one luxury car was parked at the ready. One by one, Cass watched the men haul the massive machines into the vehicle, entirely unaware of her presence. She recognized the emblems charged on their cybernetics well. Most of the men were Knights, but a handful of them seemed to be either uninitiated or not affiliated with the gangers in general. Nonetheless, the worked together, moving without much haste. 

A string of a thousand thoughts ran through Cass's head, but she couldn't seem to formulate a plan that ended well for her. She tossed her monoblade into her offhand while her free hand reached to grasp one of her machine pistols. Cass settled on approaching how she did best. Without any more extraneous time wasted thinking up a plans, the quiet Cass timed herself based on the movements of her adversaries, picking an opportune time to shoot out from the corner and towards the truck. With bounding steps, Cass maintained her stalking rhythm to keep herself unnoticed. She didn't stop when she ducked behind the truck's engine, though. Circling the vehicle, Cass paused just for a moment to wait for the paths of the working men to change ever so slightly. Then, she tapped the butt of her pistol on the vehicle's passenger side door before slipping back behind the engine block and out of view.

Of course one of the men came to investigate. It wasn't one of the Knights, but instead a man dressed in a dirty and wrinkled dress shirt. Cass didn't take long to launch herself around the corner and press the barrel of her weapon to man's torso as quickly as possible. She offered a universal gesture for silence just in time for the man to stifle his words. Cass helped push the man into a spin so that they weren't facing one another before scanning his belt-line. Her plan had been to secure the keys to one of the vehicles to cause enough havoc that she could prevent their extraction. Her gambit, however sound in thought, was a failure. By the time Cass realized her hostage wasn't the driver, one of the Knights had stepped around to the truck's side and witnessed the whole ordeal.

[color=Mediumvioletred][b]"Shit,"[/b][/color] was all Cass could offer before the Knight called her out. By the time he was reaching for his weapon, Cass had already started shifting her pistol to her hostage's gut. She squeezed the trigger as the Knight brought up his weapon, spraying a mess of blood and bullets through the worker's abdomen. [i]His white shirt was, at the very least, ruined forever.[/i] The Knight ducked for cover and Cass did the same, abandoning the screaming man in a puddle of his own blood.

[b]"Get the last one's in, get Asher up here, and let's get the fuck out of here!"[/b] That was the first call that Cass had heard before the Knights began yelling out to call for her own death. In shifting around the corner to lay down more fire and take some of the impending heat off of herself, Cass stumbled backwards as a bullet ripped through the air to tear through her ear. The stinging sensation was only compounded by the fact that her radio piece was certainly destroyed in the injury. Cass cursed once again, twisting her hand around the truck and spraying without heed.

Another call for [b]"The machines!"[/b] signaled to Cass that it was time to move. She holstered her weapon. [b]"Finish the damn job!"[/b] came next from a character that Cass could discern only by voice. Relying almost exclusively on ANVL sensations to perceive her opponents at this point, Cass prepared to sprint from her weak position of cover. That was her plan, at least until she felt the approaching footsteps on the driver's side of the truck. Soon, the opening of the door followed it. Cass took the corner as quickly as she could, kicking the door into the man who attempted to climb in the truck. As the steel door impacted the driver, Cass drew the Mandlebrot Monoblade from its sheath, curving around the dented door to stab her weapon forward. It easily slid into her enemy, but not without drawing the attention of any remaining Knights. The driver fell back, not entirely out of the game yet. For the moment, it seemed that the men had taken to worrying more about their task to deal with spraying suppressing fire. Cass took the opportunity to throw herself behind the luxury car poised just next to the truck, taking a moment to assess both herself and the situation.

[color=Mediumvioletred][b]"Could use some help..."[/b][/color] Her voice was whispered, understanding the [i]futility[/i] of her call.