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[b][color=red]P[/color][/b]oint and shoot and hit. Solveig saw her shot hit dead on and her target dropped immediately. There's enough distance for the shot to go unnoticed.

No that it mattered, because Saneamiento's white van came barreling just seconds later. Initially, it seemed to Zenobia the numbers on the sticky note weren't the password. But then Kysar and Nadara told her: she's holding it upside down.

Flooring the gas petal and hitting over 100km/h, the van smashed clean through the front gate. The poor red armband-wearing guard behind it went wide-eyed at the incoming headlights, and was promptly ran over. 

The van crashed into the side of Reds' cargo truck. Another Red loading the truck barely dived out of the way, but was now a sitting duck for Nadara and Kysar.

A piercing proximity alarm rang across the meat plant. The main assault had the Reds' full attention. 

Outcast reported in at this time. [color=silver]"Ready to take down dragon's teeth."[/color]

Moments before the van burst onto the scene, over the sudden roar of the engine, cackling laughter could almost be heard.

[color=007236]"DELIVERY, FUCKERS! AHAHAHAHAHA!"[/color] Zenobia shrieked with laughter as the van crashed through the front gate and right into the side of the cargo truck, the engine belching an ugly black cloud as it was crushed from the impact. Thrown forward then back again, Zenobia kept stomping on the gas a few times before she gave up and kicked the door off its hinges. Throwing her hand out, she launched the door towards the facility with her biotics, spooking and suppressing the Reds until the team got into cover.

Drawing her guns, one in each hand, she slid into cover last alongside Kysar, breathing heavily with a look of unbridled joy in her eyes. [color=007236]"Yeah, come on, let's blow it up, blow it right the fuck up..."[/color] She smacks the barrel of her gun on her forehead before shaking it to clear her head.

Haze from the impact swamped the back of the van. Kysar coughed and sputtered as sirens sounded off from outside. That was the first and [i]last[/i] time he’d ever let Zenobia drive again. Ramming through the gates was one thing but rocketing in at 100km/h was another. The Turian shook the horrific memory of the speedometer ticking only up loose from his mind. 

Taking point, he shouldered the van’s sliding door, managing to unlatch before stepping unevenly onto the ground. Swaying from side to side, Kysar barely managed to spot the Red right in front of him, only saved by the sheer bewilderment of the human as to what just happened.

The Turian fired a quick succession of three shots with the second finding its target straight in between the eyes of the scrambling gang member. A complete and utter fluke under these conditions but he was never going to admit it.

[color=800000]“Haha! Did you see that? Lizabeth, please inform the team what a crack shot that was!”[/color] Moving forward to find cover, he continued. [color=800000]“Tin-man, blow those damn teeth and get your ass in here! At this rate, you might miss all the fun.”[/color]

Nadara felt a thrill at having breached the gates, and further at their van successfully ramming the enemy’s transportation. It gave a certain kind of [i]oomph[/i] that was just satisfying. Now this was how you started a party. She whooped along with the wild Turian’s cries of joy, glad that despite the rough start, she was able to command the van quite well. 

With her shotgun latched at her back, Nadara held her biotic blade at the ready, eager to charge forward into the fray as much as her companions were.

But then there was the nagging responsibility of following the plan they’d decided on. Why must she be the responsible one? 

Sighing, she shook her head. [color=82ca9d]“No. Outcast, hold off. We have to get confirmation from Rouge and Godmother that the hostages have been located first.”[/color] Not one to lose her balance easily—there had been one too many circumstances of needing to rely on her combat ability while under the influence of.. various substances—she gracefully stepped out of the van and into position beside Kysar and Zenobia. 

As she finished relaying the message to Outcast, one of the Red assailants that had avoided the collision crept in from behind, utilizing the black smoke as a cover. Instincts sharp as a fresh manicure of stiletto nails, Nadara easily swung her body, extending the sword as if it were a part of her. As she rotated, the blade sliced through the man’s neck, and she crouched on one knee, facing the opposite direction of her companions. 

[color=82ca9d]“We can handle this for now.”[/color]

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Under the cover of darkness, a cloaked Solveig slipped through the chaos unseen.

"Head to your left, Wraith." Lizbeth advised her. "A ladder should just be around the corner."

Entering Guanabacoa Meat Plant behind Saneamiento's van, Solveig climbed the ladder. [color=662d91]"I hope I am given as clean a death as I have given you, [i]nu vila i döden[/i],"[/color] Solveig said quietly as she approached the snipers body. They hadn't known or suspected the death that had been delivered in the form of a single bullet. It was probably better that way. 

In the tower, she crouched low, keeping her cloak up as she surveyed the area slowly only seconds before the carnage arrived. [color=662d91]"Lizbeth, share my eyes,"[/color] she said addressing the woman behind all the screens. 

There she remained in silence amidst the chaos, ready to bring down anyone who drew near to the group, and she kept the Reds leader in close thoughts.

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In a [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/851798918349586452/1111930555928420383/andrei-ghenoiu-aqueduct23.jpg]dirty pond[/url] behind the plant, the pungent sewage fumes assaulted Amina with every shovel stroke. The sewage tunnel was clogged with waster matters and human remains at varying stages of decay. If not for her training and experience in digging trenches, Amina would have surely given up. But after several minutes (that felt like hours), she and Sevipia emerged inside a pool of dried muck.

Amina hopped up out of the sewage pit, climbing up the side of a railing and onto a gritty concrete floor. Her boots, shins, and thighs were splattered with brownish water, rotted meaty chunks, and bits of waste. Her nose burned and she had a lingering taste that had entered into her mouth that made her want to toss her lunch. She had left the shovel in the hands of Sevipia who looked up at her expectantly within the waste pit.

[color=ffb302]“This area is clear.”[/color] Amina said down to Sevipia, [color=ffb302]“Keep digging, try and open up any more room you can while I have a look around.”[/color]

There was a single door nearby. Amina slipped up to it and pressed herself against the hard, dusty wall next to the door. Amina could heard the cacophony of combat coming from outside even within the depth of the large facility. [color=ffb302]“Lizbeth,”[/color] Anima practically mumbled, [color=ffb302]“we made it through the tunnel. Give me a fix on Zenn.”[/color]

"Shadow is currently bypassing a guard." Answered Lizbeth. "Looks like he's...climbing some pipes?"

As she spoke Amina readied a flash bang in her right hand, her rifle slipped over her shoulder for her to grab the minute she threw the grenade. Amina tenderly opened the door and cracked it slightly, one brown eye peeking through into the next room. Amina saw no one and could not hear any movement or voices in the area. She opened the door a little wider now giving her full view of the room. Nothing, no one.

Amina put the flash bang away as she slipped her Vindicator from her shoulder, taking it in both hands ready to fire. She stepped through the door and found herself in what looked to be a large packaging area. She kept her finger on the trigger, her eyes darted around like a lizards as she took in the layout and contents of the room.

[color=ffb302][i]I wonder if this is where they cut up those poor bastards floating down in that crap hole.[/i][/color]

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Getting through the fence above Amina was child's play for the quarian. A quick sabotage of the electrical system in the already fluctuating power of the fence and a few cuts from an omni-blade and Zenn was able to slip in without a peep. If only things could have stayed that simple. The moment Zenn crossed through the fence, a nearby guard took notice of the freshly made hole in the fence. If it wasn’t for Zenn’s tactical cloak, he would have almost certainly been spotted then and there. The guard was also standing directly in the way of the nearest entrance to the facility, the door Zenn had originally planned on getting in through.

He had to think of a new plan and fast. He could take out the guard with his omni-blade. It would be clean and quiet, but the guard would see his omni-blade ignite before he had the chance to even attack. Repositioning to get behind him would be tricky and possibly take too long. No, it was best he leave the guard to puzzle over what happened to the fence and look for a different entrance. As luck would have it, there was a set of pipes mounted to the side of the building that led directly to an open window on the second floor. There was no telling where it led, but he was the recon specialist. Going in first into the unknown was what he did best.

Even though he was still cloaked, Zenn kept low as he swiftly ran for the pipes. Once he reached the pipes he gave them a small tug just to be sure they were still secured. This building wasn’t exactly up to code. They seemed to hold firm, so up he went. About half way up, he heard the sound of the van smashing through the gate, and crashing into what he could only assume was another vehicle. Keelah. The assault team was already moving. He had to pick up the pace or the whole stealth plan would be for nothing. On the bright side, the blaring alarm meant he could move a bit more hastily as he didn’t have to worry about making too much noise.

In a matter of seconds he managed to climb the rest of the way up. From there it was only a matter of grabbing the window sill and pulling himself in. Once inside, Zenn removed his M-97 Viper from his back radioed the team to update them on his position.

[color=0054a6]“Shadow here. I’m inside on the second floor. Searching for the hostages now.”[/color] He spoke in a hushed voice despite the chaos going on outside. He hadn’t checked the room he was in yet, which meant he couldn’t assume he was alone in there.

The second story room was a [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/851798918349586452/1111932193141432420/colin-searle-race-center-interior.jpg]control center[/url]. Zenn found old computers alongside fried reaper devices. Most of the computers were not on, and the room was empty. However, there were voices behind a metal door across the room.

[color=cb4154]"Sod off, Banes! This bloke's a proper vegetable."[/color] A gruff human man barked. [color=cb4154]"Put the poor chump out of his misery!"[/color]

[i]Bang![/i] A gun shot. 

[i]Thud![/i] A body dropped to the floor.

[color=gray]"Weisman, we can still extract valuable-"[/color] Came another human man assumed to be Banes. He spoke in a mechanical monotone similar to Outcast.

[color=cb4154]"Enough of your science project!"[/color] Weisman shouted. [color=cb4154]"Bring the damn asari with us; move!"[/color]

[color=cb4154]"Tower! Wake the bloody hell up!"[/color] Weisman's bellow. Then a flurry of footsteps storming off.
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