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[h3][color=ff2020]Scarlet Rubashka[/color] as [color=ff2020][i]Punished "Venom Bean"[/i][/color][/h3]
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Pain throbbed hard in her chest with every heartbeat. Numbed slightly from the rush of adrenaline that coursed through her veins, the homunculus struggled to stand back up. [color=ff2020]"Guhh..."[/color] She groaned as the pain from her relatively healed gunshot wound bled in from her shoulder. She cursed all kinds of things to herself as she managed to bring herself back up onto her feet, standing at a crouched position to remain in cover behind the commandeered BMW. Scarlet heard Faye shout to her as the fight continued. [i]"Micheal, Scarlet! Are you two okay?"[/i] Scarlet looked over to Faye and winced a bit in pain. [color=ff2020]"Fuck... no!"[/color] She replied in between pained breaths. [color=ff2020]"But for the sake of this conversation, uh... yeah! I'm alive! I think!"[/color] She flashed a light smirk to Faye before wincing again. She looked over to Michael, checking in on him. He seemed to be fine, taking cover with his friends. Good. [i]"I'm sorry guys... I can hold on... Just don't worry about me and do what you need to do to drive these guys away!"[/i] Scarlet winced again as she brought her rifle back up to shoulder. [color=ff2020]"You're fine, just- [i]Ow...[/i] Fuck."[/color] She grunted as she reloaded her empty rifle, slapping down the charging handle to seat another round. [color=ff2020]"Just stay down! I'll cover both of you!"[/color] Scarlet turned and brought her rifle over the hood of the old BMW. [i][b]POPOPOW! POPOPOW![/b][/i] Anyone that happened to be firing in Faye and Michael's direction got Scarlet's short bursts of automatic rifle fire in return, the firepower enough to suppress the bad guys once again.

The gunfire and spellcasting died down a bit as Scarlet got back up onto feet, and by the time she was able to stand up again, all surviving enemy contacts have been routed, fleeing into the streets and back into the shadows. Several friendly vehicles followed in hot pursuit, they too disappearing into the city beyond. Within moments, medical personnel and other noncombat staff were dispatched from the building to bring in the wounded and dead from both sides of the fight. Thankfully, almost all of the OMR involved in the fight were still kicking. Through all of the intense pain she was experiencing at the moment, Scarlet felt a light glimmer of pride for keeping a few of these agents alive in the fight, even if quite a few of them got wounded pretty bad. A part of her hoped that at least one of them would buy her a drink after all of this is over, but a simple thank you always does the job for her. 

She looked over to Faye and Michael, who were immediately tended to by some of the medically trained staff. [i]"Hey Red, how are you doing?"[/i] Scarlet sighed. [color=ff2020]"As well as I can be after taking a rifle round straight to the chest."[/color] One of the uniformed OMR guards approached her, patting her down. She winced in pain when her chest and her shoulder were patted, but everything else checked out. [color=ff2020]"Yeah, just those two over there."[/color] She said to the agent, before patting him down. She winced again when she crouched down. [color=ff2020]"You're good."[/color] She said, giving him a final pat on the back. [i]"This motley bunch, I swear, wouldn't want to work with anyone else though."[/i] Scarlet smiled weakly, nodding in agreement. As the agent guided her into the building, she gave a pat on Michael's shoulder and followed the others inside.

Normally it be a little odd to see a woman in a ballcap, a plate carrier and a bloodied t-shirt carry an assault rifle into a large office building such as this, but given what had just happened, she was the least interesting sight around the HQ. The agent she just patted down helped her into the building and brought her into the infirmary with the others, all of them following Amanda there. Once they arrived, Scarlet thanked the agent and focused her attention on her commanding officer as the agent took his leave. The two of them appeared to be talking to Alexeya Yagayevich, a woman wearing a dark outfit that stood out in a building full of uniforms and formal dress. Despite her lack of magical sensitivity, Scarlet could tell that there was something to this woman, especially with the way Faye acted around her. [i]“Faye. I’m not leaving you with that woman alone okay? If you feel some discomfort then tell me. I’ll be right by your side.”[/i] Amanda said. Scarlet looked into Faye's eyes and gave a single, slow nod. A look of understanding that said [i][color=ff2020]"I got your back."[/color][/i]

Scarlet looked back to Amanda. [i]"As for you Scarlet. Do you need me to bandage up your wounds?"[/i] Scarlet thought for a second. [color=ff2020]"Uh..."[/color] Her response probably prompted Amanda to add [i]"Just so you know I am trained in first aid, kind of a requirement if you're a senior agent."[/i] Scarlet replied with a weak smile. [color=ff2020]"Same here. Comes with the territory of being a combat lifesaver and all."[/color] After a moment of silence, Scarlet realized that she had yet to provide an answer. [color=ff2020]"Oh shit, yes. [i]Please.[/i]"[/color] The homunculus immediately enlisted the help of the android, getting her to help her take off her plate carrier. [color=ff2020]"Ow, fuck."[/color] Scarlet winced as she raised her hands above her head. [color=ff2020]"Other than your... ow... standard wounding profile from a 5.56 Soviet round on my shoulder, I think I might also have two crushed boobs and a broken rib."[/color] She gently sat her AUG down on the table on top of her ballistic vest. With some pain, she pulled up her sleeve to reveal the ugly (but somewhat healed) gunshot wound on her shoulder. It had a small entrance and an exit twice its size, indicating that the bullet went clean through, taking some of Scarlet with it. She pulled down her bloodied t-shirt's neckline, tearing it a little to reveal the massive bruise that's forming on her chest, a wound expected from a hard impact of an enchanted ballistic plate. Nothing a bit of slow healing magic and some bandages won't fix. 

However, the whole wound wasn't visible, as pulling down her shirt was revealing enough. Any further, she'd risk voiding her contract. [color=ff2020]"I might have to get that plate replaced before I go out again."[/color] Scarlet said, gesturing to the ballistic vest she just took off. [color=ff2020]"And probably get that cleaned too."[/color] She sighed, wincing again as some of the slightest movements of her chest would put her in pain. [color=ff2020]"Fuck, can't even breathe without getting it. That fucker hit me hard."[/color] She looked back up to Amanda. After some silence, she spoke again. [color=ff2020]"Not going to lie, that's one of the toughest fights I've been in. If it weren't for you, or anyone else on the team, well... let's just say that my fucked up soul would probably be in a different realm by now."[/color] Scarlet's eyes met Amanda's, sincerity in her own. [color=ff2020]"So, uhm... Thank you, boss. I mean it."[/color]