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Unsurprisingly, Mehetabel just [i]had[/i] to have the worst amount of luck. She already found two Imperials together with no way to hide from either of them and, unbeknownst to her for the moment, there would be a third that could spot her should she attempt to engage either of them. This called for a new plan of attack... which meant she'd have to try and retreat...

...

...except before she could take a step anywhere, the glorified idiot-in-charge decided on a whim to shoot a guy; the one thing that was never meant to happen in a stealth operation. Then the other guy died before Mehetabel could possibly react. The third soldier that was there had presumably been dealt with as well, just to rub salt into her wounds.

[color=92278f]"Oh, I just love it when a plan gets pissed all over! Makes my day just so much brighter!"[/color] her words rich with bitter irony, Mehetabel ripped a rifle off from one of the nearby corpses, before frisking that corpse for any additional bullets and stuffing the ones she found in one pocket, [color=92278f]"I'm taking these."[/color]

Quite literally running on fumes, Mehetabel trudged down the pathway to the nearby dugout. Evidently, one of her supposed allies had seemingly thought to explore that same dugout, so the hope of ditching everyone wasn't in the cards for her. But she [i]could[/i] expect a distinct trio of possibilities as to what could be waiting at the end of the dugout:

A.) An NCO. Probably with another grunt or two patrolling the route to be on the safe side. This would be the perfect scenario; she could kill the grunt(s) to let off some steam, and then cut off one head to possibly scare the NCO into surrendering and coming quietly. A perfect plan for a bloodthirsty psychopath like Mehetabel to execute, if said bloodthirsty psychopath didn't say so herself.

B.) A trap. That wouldn't be surprising considering this was a trench full of dirty Imps she was dealing with, but in all technicality, it was worth concern nonetheless. Still, it could be worse. After all, the machine gun was specifically designed with crowd control in mind. As such, Mehetabel wouldn't be trapped with the dirty Imps; they'd be trapped with [i]her[/i].

C.) A dead end. No doubt the worst possible outcome of the three, as that meant all that exploration would be a waste of time; time that the raiding party no longer had. There would also be no doubt that Mehetabel would be even more furious than she already was.

She took but a single moment to ensure no-one would come up from behind her before pressing forward, machine gun raised and trigger finger at the ready for whatever lay ahead of her at the end. There was only one way to find out after all...