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[h3]--The Battle for PSPD#11--[/h3]

After the eight-feet tall humanoid mech barged through the other side of the building, the spitroast maneuver was initiated. However, this also meant that freelancers joined the fray, all mixed up with official agents, something Silmeria didn't look forward to, yet she could do naught but hope for the best, especially when Veronica warned them about keeping collateral damage to a minimum. 

Then much to her surprise, the one who would grossly violate that instruction wasn't any of the freelancers, but Jacqueline instead. [color=#ff991c][b]"..."[/b][/color] Sil's eyes went half-closed and her lips pursed into an emotionless flat line as she watched the plate-clad esper's localized earthquake made short work of the windows, furniture, and amenities of the precinct's first floor. The brunette had half the mind to say something, but fortunately Veronica beat her to it. Good, she could focus on squeezing the last bit of advantage provided by Jackie's seismic blunder, make it worth something. 

Volley after volley of sabots launched off the coiled barrel like miniaturized versions of a certain American superhero, most - if not all - of them striking true the disoriented gangsters. They were deliberately aimed at vital organs too, either the skull or heart, minimizing the need for double tapping, efficient neutralization was key to good marksmanship, something Apollo should take note about, but that might be expecting too much from the skinsuited hunk. 

[color=#ff991c][i]...tre ...fire ...fem...[/i][/color] The brunette marksman kept a mental tally, make things easier to assess her contribution to the group. 

The combination of Klava's cryo casket and Apollo's holy hand grenade managed to outright shatter a gangster into million icy pieces and the resulting frozen shrapnel struck any mobsters unfortunate enough to be close to him. Due to their position at the staircase, some mobs got knocked off balance, providing Valkyrie with ample opportunities to make sure they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon... or ever. [color=#ff991c][i]...seks ...syv.[/i][/color] There we go. Well, well, perhaps she had been a little too judgmental about the freelancers after all, or at least this particular group of freelancers. 

Then, as if things weren't dire enough for the mobsters, Malice Incarnate himself finally arrived. As Valkyrie was the furthest esper away from Silhouette, she didn't get the brunt of his dreadful presence, but it wouldn't have mattered much if she had anyway due to their familiarity as fellow agents. Indeed as he announced, Samuel wasted no time in striking the remaining first-floor mobsters, making great use of the element of surprise.

[h3]--The Black-Clad White Snake--[/h3]

They said the universe would always try to balance itself, Newton's third law of motion, for every action there's an equal opposite reaction. The mobsters that the agents and freelancers faced so far were mere fries of the organization, the drones, and now the nest had been stirred, the praetorians started to emerge to equalize the opposition. A bundle of fat and muscle with a chain fetish and a riot [s]police[/s] gangster squad. Huh... guess the espers weren't the only colorful group here. Sil was about to take aim on the chain sumo's perfectly bald head when she spotted something ominous at the corner of her eyes. [color=#ff991c][b]"...?!"[/b][/color] She could only get a glimpse of the figure, but his looks were so distinctive from the typical small fry mobsters that she knew by instinct that he was either a higher-up or an unauthorized individual. 

She spoke into her earpiece using the group's shared frequency, [color=#ff991c][b]"Valkyrie here, there's a tango at the top flo-...[/b][/color] Three ominous thuds cut her off, two from the floor underneath her sneakers and one from the concrete wall just outside the window. The first two were of most immediate concern as Silmeria's eyes opened wide with constricted pupils of unpleasant shock, [color=#ff991c][b]"FAEN!!!"[/b][/color] The whole group - agents and freelancers both - would hear the Norwegian curse blasted through their respective earpieces then followed very shortly by garbled distortion of something incredibly loud that the earpiece failed to convey them properly, however, those familiar with combat situations would recognize them as explosives.

.........
.....
...

[color=#ff991c][b]"Uuugh... cough! Cough! Aaaargh..."[/b][/color] Sil coughed hard a few times as she rose up from the light debris and rubble covering her frame, she had just enough time to ditch the window perch and dolphin-dived into the nearest apartment block, taking cover behind the concrete wall.

Shit... if it wasn't for her esper form's Style, she'd be grievously injured at best or dead at worst. Her ears were still ringing and balance a bit off, but she'd live. Alright, that 'tango' was definitely hostile, she didn't get a really good look, but her gut told her that it was King Cobra coz' explosives and all that. Either way, she's not letting him off the hook. 

After letting herself recover for a moment as to not vomit mid-speech, she addressed the whole group again, [color=#ff991c][b]"Valkyrie... again. That tango just threw explosives at me, might be King Cobra himself. No signs of Rottweiler. I'll see what I can do, over."[/b][/color] That hostile was dangerous and it'd be bad if they joined the mobs at the first floor, better nip it in the bud. 

Walking over to the gaping hole that was the abandoned apartment's 2nd story window, Valkyrie electrified her legs as she stepped out of said hole to run as fast as she can on the wall, aiming to scale two floors worth of height so she can vault into the vacant apartment's 4th story window, bringing her at eye-level with the precinct's topmost floor across the street. 

Once there, she'd carefully scan the floor using her sights... while being alert to any stray explosives this time, [color=#ff991c][i]Where the fuck are you, you slithery bastard?[/i][/color]

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20 | Female | G.E.M.I.N.I. | The Faceless
Teslic Gauss | Long Gun | Physical | Nibelung Valesti
Northern Sentinel | Government Agent
Electromagnetism | Lightning | Static Shock 
[Paralysis (4), Speedster (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Push (2), Pull (2), Piercing (2), Bend (0)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | Max Mana: 500

[Bronze Self] [Speedster] = -32 Mana

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: E | CHAOS: D | Current Mana: 436
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