Cyne closed in on his second victim, rapidly hurdling himself forward with each extended foot step in serpentine fashion. Projectiles whizzed passed him as the group attempted to focus fire into his charge. While he was still coated in fresh and warm crimson, his optical camouflage still removed much of his profile from view, thus making him an imperfect target. Eventually after braving the hail of fire, he made contact with his frightened adversary and ran him through. The HF blade practically passed through his foe effortlessly and without resistance. The thug however was able to struggle against Cyne and frantically tried to push him away. Cyne could only assume that his enemy's body had yet to even register the compromising sword, seeing as though it had made a clean penetration, though he rightly suspected that would soon change.

The thug eventually became weak and noticeably slowed in their defiance; just as Cyne predicted. Taking advantage of the moment, he caught the dying man by their shoulder and spun him around so they faced their comrades. While his HF blade in his left hand and wrapped securely around the thug's neck, Cyne quickly retrieved his handgun from its holster and fired into the squad before him. Two of them went under his fire but the rest responded in kind. This dying captive was ripped to bloody ribbons but Cyne knew better than to stay any longer in his failing position and pushed the tattered corpse forward as he himself rolled away from the fray.

The conventional barrage ceased as the remaining members found no trace of their adversary and once more were in a panicked state, worrying where Cyne had gone but also filled with fearful concern of the other intruder tearing apart the nearby squad. Some shifted focus while others remained in their place, eyes darting over the carnage around them. There was nothing. But Cyne was still there. Having evaded the vengeful counterattack, Cyne had made the unusual choice of going prone only a couple of meters away. His cloak was still up and the red stains that covered him blended in with the mess he had created. He laid there motionless and watching as his quarry scampered about, unsure what to do. It was then that Ducaelia, ever in her seductively teasing tone, advised - more of a reminder if anything - that they were still subject in raising an alert of their presence. 

And she was right.

Positioned just behind the still live and breathing infantry was in fact the head of the two squads, looking onwards as numbers were cut down. Cyne watched as the warden reached for what seemed to be a communication device of sorts. Cynes eyes widened. Having their cover blown this early in their scheme would prove detrimental to the efforts Silas and the others were making to keep the fight upstairs focused on them. Giving the defenders more reason to maintain their fortified positions would ruin everything. [i]Unacceptable[/i]. 

[color=00746b]"More for me I suppose,"[/color] Cyne replied.

Cyne, still prone on the bloody floor, summoned Pathfinder from its harness and ordered it to attack. The small drone squalled in acknowledgement and shot into the air. Armed with a pair of mounted sub-machine guns, Pathfinders strafed the rear guard, causing the thugs there to scramble for cover, unsure of where the incoming fire was originating from. The warden ended up getting hit several times but surprisingly, none of the injuries were fatal. But that was fine by Cyne. The device the Warden was holding fell from their grasp and ended up sliding across the floor with no one to pursue it. Cyne was then on the move again.

Rolling to his feet, Cyne dashed forward and in plain sight. His optical camo clearing, giving out under the erratic movements but he either didn't notice or seemingly uncaring. With his HF blade raised again, he caught one of the rising thugs by the neck; the sword cleanly cutting though in a horizontal motion, prompted the doomed man to crumple in place, just as their head came undone. Not even surrendering any of his momentum, Cyne pushed forward and leapt toward another stunned ruffian. However, instead of dealing them a death blow, he simply jinked to their flank and delivered a balancing kick. The move itself was not offensive in nature but more so to propel himself forward at the expense of a live body. The thug, unsure what had happened, suddenly found themselves hurled forward; right into Ducaelia's path. In tandem with the act, Cyne had drawn his pistol again and put a round into another thug, this one nearly prepared for him was slower on the trigger than Silas's sniper.

With another one down, the rest of the guards were becoming more delirious of their deteriorating circumstances. Their enemies were only two people, but they had single handedly cleaved through two thirds of their total occupying force of the disposal facility. The remainder that could still stand were now wanting nothing more than to hightail it out of the fight. Believing their foes to be specters, several bolted away and ran toward the main elevator. They would have made it too if it were not Pathfinder materializing before them and cutting them down. That only left just a few within Ducaelia's deathly reach and the warden beneath the barrel of Cyne's pistol.

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[@Arthanus][@Athol][@Jamesyco]

The plan seemed to be working well. With their last radio check-in, Cyne and Ducaliea had infiltrated the underground facility beneath the executive towers and were now making their way toward the enemy's communications and logistics center, silencing anyone unfortunate enough to get in their way. It was only a matter of time now until both of them were in position so Silas could push through with his power play. However, that was assuming everything went according to plan. This was also riding on Lasminee's forces following his game plan as well. Given how spread thin their encirclement was, any hint of weakness observed by the defenders would welcome breakthrough charge. If that happened, Silas would have very few options and that was to either fight or flight.

Sven and Gerad had made a few additional modifications to the Chimera they repurposed with the idea of controlling it remotely if it was necessary. The Chimera was exactly built around the concept of crewless commands as the vehicle had many complex controls and inputs that required more than one person to operate. Still, the feature was built in as a safety measure for rare occasion. The tank could only be commanded by simplified directional controls as well as automated turret and gun commands. The model they possessed was of an older production block and didn't feature any of the more refined electronic suites that the SSA had mounted on their current production Chimeras. Nevertheless, being able to remotely detonate the tank if their position became compromised would indeed make an excellent trap. But before that time came, Sven was still its commander. Unfortunately, he had been put on standby until given the word. Showing the defenders a hostile tank would undoubtedly rile them up into an attack posture; the opposite of what Silas wanted. He'd considered have Sven join in but having recalled his terrible accuracy at range, it was decided that he would sit out the conflict but at the very lest, being prepared to respond at a moment's notice.

Apparently, that moment was now as what Silas was dreading came to be. Rocketing out from their fortified positions were a team of powered armored troopers heading straight for them. The surrounding rebels intensified their fire on the incoming suits in an attempt to dissuade them but came short as all their weapons did next to nothing against the charging powered armor. Silas cursed as he watched the scene unfold. The hostile powered armor team was likely a recon unit meant to probe the encirclement and gauge the rebel's real strength. He could already see the downside of an appraised defending force now having little to fear from the rebels, knowing that the resistance forces were barely managing their encirclement. Likewise, if the hostile team discovered their Chimera, they would be in more trouble.

That only left Silas and Gerad alone with eight suits to deal with. Silas briefly pondered about Sven getting out of the tank to assist with the powered armor troops but with him being in the tank, it would take time for him to even get out and make his way around to the flank Silas and Gerad were covering; the same flank that the suits were hitting. Eventually, one of the bulky troopers careened into a squad of resistance fighters, sending bodies flying from the impact. Some that managed to survive the initial impact were mowed down by mounted machinegun fire and disappeared in a cloud of mud and blood. Silas grimaced as he watched his allies mulched by enemy heavy weapons fire and turned to Gerad whom was already preparing to engage. 

[color=00a651][b]"You don't need my permission to fire. We gotta get rid of these guys or else this entire plan goes to hell!"[/b][/color] ordered Silas as he engaged his Shade's Skin. Silas knew this was going to be an intense fight as they were clearly at a disadvantage. With the resistances fighters doing little good against the suits, it was Silas and Gerad whom were in any position of dealing with the blitzing troops with a one to four ratio against them.

Just before the armored trooper team turned their sights on the two mercenaries, an unknown yet familiar voice came over the comms, [i]"I hope you fellas weren't expecting to hog all the action for yourselves."[/i]