595 directed her sensory suite to find and mark key members of the opposing team in her HUD. She found Vreta near the centre, cloaked in a corona of fire from an explosive charge. The Varangian she’d seen on the bridge before was rushing Thebes. Athena had just respawned and Knossos was close to doing the same.

So far, the Agent had spent most of the battle on defence. She’d abused her state of the art and highly classified set of tools to corrode the other team’s capability to fight effectively. A series of malfunctioning weapons, IFF tags and communications pathways had insidiously tilted the balance in favour of the cornered Red Team. 

Her carefully applied active camouflage hadn’t worked as well as she’d hope, though. This was when 595 had come to suspect that the Barb’s Rothian guest was providing some kind of force multiplier; the other team was too accurate as to be natural.

So, 595 had made her way hastily forward once her work had been done in the smoke. She didn’t harass the retreating Blue Team - she was focused on just a single target. It was time to go on offense.

Looking downrange, and piggybacking as many combat suit nodes as she could, the Agent assaulted Vreta’s implants with a Grade 5 Cradle-Scrivener-Fujikawa virus. If left unattended, it would shut down all implants and paralyse him until recalled. It was an incredibly dangerous virus, normally reserved for dismantling entire battalions, but 595 was a competitive individual. 

She was confident Vreta wouldn’t be able to resist a black site cyber attack and co-ordinate his troops at the same time. Biting her bottom lip with a gleeful grin, 595 began shooting at the retreating Blue Team vanguard. They were getting close to falling on top of Thebes, who had enough to worry about.
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Thebes scrambled away from the grenade like a Human cockroach, but couldn’t avoid being flattened against the rubble beneath him by the concussive blast. He flipped onto his back, just as Kjartan vaulted over the barricade Thebes had been hiding behind. The Norse absorbed a few shots from the Team Leader’s rapid-fire pistol before savagely bringing his hammer down towards his chest. Thebes rolled away and tried to get up. Kjartan was quick to retrieve his hammer from where it was buried in the ground and jab him in the ribs, sending Thebes flying into the side of a flier. Kjartan stalked forward, laughing maniacally.