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[color=red][b]"T[/b][/color]ower, we're under attack!" The dead lookout's omni-tool lit up; Solveig could hear the Reds' frantic radio chatters. "There's fighting right outside of the front door. What the hell is going on?"

"Uh, a really big group of them is heading to the front!" Lizbeth alerted.

[color=662d91][i]That... wasn't good.[/i][/color] From her crouched position, Solveig turned to the source of the sound. She had less than a second to decide how to handle this, and all she knew was that they couldn't afford to have more Reds breach flood in. She had an idea, sliding to the Omni-Tool, she picked up the still arm of its wearer and reminded herself for all doubts sake that right now, she wasn't [i]Solveig[/i], she was [i]Tower[/i].

[color=662d91]"Yeah looks like a breach,"[/color] Solveig stated into the Omni Tool to the Reds headed to the front. [color=662d91]"I'm up here with clear shots,"[/color] she added. Her voice and accent moderately different to that which was her normal. She had to sell it. This was the job, she told herself between sentences. The strange confidence of being someone else was slightly exhilarating. 

[color=662d91]"Got sight of another vehicle beyond the compound too, looks like they have something out there for a second wave.... Hold on!"[/color]

She took a shot down below, deliberately missing her team mates. 

[color=662d91]"If you've got a chance to -- you need to get out to that second truck or they're going to fuck us. I've got it from here compadre!"[/color]

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Zenn paid no mind to the computers and reaper tech in the room as he was much more interested in the voices coming from behind a metal door. He moved swiftly and pressed his ear against the door. He kept his comms open specifically for Lizbeth to hear and hopefully record in case there was pertinent information being discussed. Unfortunately that audio would also feature the sound of an execution.

The quarian cursed under his breath when he heard the gunshot, but made no move to go inside. Not yet. He had learned his lesson with Outcast and instead pulled up his omni-tool to activate a Tactical Scan. With no designated target it couldn't provide any specific weak point data, but it did mark all unknown signatures within 20 meters. It would tell him exactly how many people were behind the door, and which direction they were headed.

Once Zenn had full confirmation he was clear, he got to work hacking the door open. It was a very basic encryption to break. It only took a few seconds for the door to unlock and slide open. Keeping a swift pace he moved through the door and towards the person they had shot. A quick scan would reveal if there were still any vital signs, or if he had to move on.

The room was a decontamination chamber, with white carbon fiber walls and shiny silver tables and chairs. Zenn's scan revealed three humans inside. One dead, one unconscious and one alive. 

The dead human had a bullet hole in his forehead; blood leaked from it onto the floor. He wore the gear of a Citadel militiaman.

The unconscious human was tied up to a chair. She's in alliance-issued fatigues, but with no alliance insignias.

The living human is kitted in second-rate armor and a red armband like other Reds. This one was pacing anxiously with an SMG in hand. Hovering near the human was a drone.

It was too late for one of the humans. Zenn had hoped there was a chance the human had survived, but those bosh'tets made sure he was dead. It wasn't all for nothing, though. There was still someone else he could save and possibly that asari Weisman had mentioned. Although those were just the ones Zenn was aware of. He had to know for certain there wasn’t anyone else being kept here. And who would know that better than one of the guards stationed here. He just had to get rid of that drone and “persuade” them to tell him what he wanted.

Hidden by his cloak, Zenn crept further into the room and exchanged his rifle for his pistol. He stayed close to the carbon fiber walls doing his best to keep out of the guard's path as he waited for her anxious pacing to give him an opening. An opportunity presented itself when she turned her back on him to face the stairs the men from before had left from. With a smirk, he pointed his omni-tool at the drone and hit it with a sabotage. Nothing. The drone was unphased. Zenn looked down at his tool, then back at the drone, then back at his tool. That should have given him full control of the drone. Why wasn’t it working? Was it still recharging from the fence? He didn’t have time to sort out what the issue was, his cloak was seconds away from dropping, he needed to act. 

Gripping his pistol tight, he aimed at the drone. A soft electrical whir of his pistol charging was the only warning they would get before he fired his weapon. The drone exploded as the bolt of energy collided into it. Zenn’s cloak faded revealing the quarian who now had his gun trained directly at the guard.

[color=0054a6]"Don’t move. Drop your gun. Kick it over here. Then stay perfectly still."[/color] Zenn ordered as plainly as possible. He was counting on everyone else to be too distracted with his team outside to notice the commotion he just made, and with any luck she would follow his instructions. But if not he was prepared to deal with her the same way he did the drone.

The guard froze in fear. She did as Zenn told.

He watched the Red carefully as she placed her SMG on the ground and kicked it away. Once she had completed the tasks, he spoke up again.

[color=0054a6]"Good. Now listen carefully. I'm in a bit of a hurry, and right now it would be faster if I just shot you. But if you can tell me how many prisoners you have and where you're keeping them all, then I can use the time you've saved me to not kill you. Deal?"[/color]

"Ok, ok, deal." The guard hurriedly nodded.

"You're looking at one here." She pointed to the unconscious blonde woman tied to the chair. "Boss Weisman took the asari with him as bargaining chip. That new Banes guy was experimenting on them, and him," the guard nudged toward the dead man, "with some creepy mind control orb."

"Uh, there's three more." The guard continued. "A cook in the mechanical room, across the hall; a safety inspector in the lobby; and a snitch in freezer, first floor near side entrance. Think cook and safety inspector are human. Snitch's a suit alien like you; a scrapper that had their crew busted."

"Shadow, there's no time for all of them." Lizbeth reminded Zenn. "You have to carry her out, and Rogue may need your help taking out those two that split off."

[color=0054a6]"Understood. I'll get her out immediately."[/color] Zenn replied to Lizbeth over the comm then turned his attention back to the guard.

[color=0054a6]"Deals a deal. Head through that door, out the open window, down the pipe, then go through the hole in the fence and run as far and as fast as you can. Don't try anything smart or I promise you are the only one who will regret it.”[/color] Zenn instructed the Red. He kept his pistol aimed and at the ready as she made her way out. Just as she reached the door, he gave her one instruction. [color=0054a6]"Oh, and do yourself a favor: find a new line of work. Preferably one where you are less likely to have a gun in your face.”[/color]

Once the door shut behind her, Zenn holstered his weapon and grabbed the SMG off the floor. He walked over to the unconscious human and set the gun in her lap while he attempted to get her to wake up. He snapped his fingers a few times and even lightly tapped her face. No response. If only there was a bucket of ice water or something, but with no other options it looked like the quarian was going to have to carry her out. That was going to make stealth much more difficult, not to mention any other possible encounters. 

With no other choice he used his omni-blade to carefully slice through her restraints and lifted her out of the chair. The SMG he had hoped to let her use clattered to the ground as it no longer served any purpose to hold on to it. Once he felt he had a good grip he made his way toward the stairs Weisman and Banes had used before and radioed ahead to Amina.

[color=0054a6]“Shadow to Rogue, I’ve got one of the hostages but she’s out cold. I’m carrying her to your location now. Any obstacles I should be aware of?”[/color]

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On hearing Zenn over the comms Amina felt a rush of relief. Good, the quarian was inside. The large packaging area remained empty but Amina could hear shouts from around and the continuation of the fighting outside. She decided it best to just hold position unless needed otherwise. If Zenn or anyone required help they would call for it. 

[color=ffb302][i]What the?… [/i][/color]

Amina looked to a large table nearby. At first she had not noticed it but now as she focused she saw what was clearly a body sprawled out across it’s smooth metal surface. Raising her rifle halfway Amina moved closer and saw the body for what it was; a salarian, completely naked and it’s torso split open. Green blood was puddled around the body and on the concrete floor. Upon a distanced inspection Amina could see that the salarians’ organs had been cleaned out and the body left laid out on the table - be that for further use of the corpse or the Reds simply had not had the chance to dispose of it yet Amina could not say. Amina felt her stomach churn as she stepped back, it was still upset from the lingering odor of the tunnel and this only agitated it further.

Amina looked down and noticed more blood stains on the floor. Mostly more green but also plenty of red as well. Organ harvesting? it would explain the miscellaneous body parts that were floating in the sewage tunnel. Whatever was going on they were going  to shut it down and could figure this out later.

On a smaller table next to the salarian was a datapad. It contained shipment information:

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>Destination: Europa
>Customer: Quash Hurgott
>Cargo: Delicacies - Preserved
>Payment: 9000 Credits - Prepaid
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Proceeding further in this macabre room, Amina saw several humanoid-sized [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/d/d7/Collector_base_-_pod_victims.png]pods[/url] of reaper design. They were heavily damaged, but behind their transparent screens were half dissolved salarian skeletons. Acid leaked from some pods. The smell was absolutely rancid.

"I, I heard reapers used these to, to dissolve organics into raw materials." Lizbeth's shaking voice came through. She sounded very uncomfortable. "The Crucible broke them, but the Reds, they, they substituted the process with acid."

"I'm sorry," Lizbeth sighed, "this is...hard to watch."

[color=ffb302]“You do not have to tell me.”[/color]

Amina had fought in the war, she and the resistance cell she had been part of made numerous runs on Reaper installations and outposts. She had seen firsthand the heights of their technologies’ cruelty. Or so she had hoped. Processors where thousands of people were melted down at a time for their genetic material, indoctrination chambers, experimental labs filled with all kinds of abominations, there had been no end to the horrors.

This was too much. The smell and contents of the tunnel had already made her queasy, add this on top of that and wandering through a slaughterhouse geared with Reaper technology and Amina could not hold it in anymore. The operative leaned forward and emptied the minuscule contents of her stomach across the floor, cloudy, sour-smelling vomit spattered around her feet.

[color=ffb302][i]Come on, pull it together.[/i][/color] Amina instructed herself after she had finished, spitting the last of the foul discharge from her mouth.

[color=ffb302]“Come on…”[/color] she said aloud, forcing her shaky knees to work as she stood up straight. Amina looked over the large pods and the attached technology, avoiding the deformed skulls of the salarians within. [color=ffb302][i]What are these idiots doing? Using Reaper tech like this? Using it period?[/i][/color] Amina hoped that Zenn hurried up and arrived soon so they could finish off the Reds and then take this place down.

As soon as Amina's stomach emptied out, sounds of rushing footsteps came from the other side of the wall. Among them were the whirls of power armor servos.

[color=cb4154]"You just saw the second truck!?"[/color] Weisman's rant reverberated closer to Amina as he descended the stairs. [color=cb4154]"Sleeping on the job again, Tower, you lazy cunt! I swear, you'll-"[/color]

[color=662d91]"On them Sir, yes!"[/color] Solveig replied hastily to Weisman. [color=662d91]"Not sleeping -"[/color] she fired another fake shot, [color=662d91]"pickin' em off Sir."[/color] She was in disbelief that he would bust her balls so much over it -- until she remembered that he wasn't [i]actually[/i] her boss. At which point, she smirked.

[color=cb4154]"Ugh, you two, take care of it. And take the damn grenade launcher!"[/color] Clanking of heavy ammunition being exchanged could be heard with Weisman, followed by footsteps splitting off in opposite directions.

[color=ffb302]“The room I am in is secure,”[/color] Amina replied to Zenn, [color=ffb302]“but I hear voices and movement in the area around me. Hoof it if you can, but be careful.”[/color]

Amina had moved back away from the Reaper pods into the center of the large packaging area, weapon at the ready.

[color=ffb302]“I can come meet you if you need.”[/color] Amina added.

"Focus on the hostiles and other hostages." Lizbeth reminded them. "Godmother can handle the hostage."

The red armored turian medic sprinted across the meat plant halls. Surprisingly, there was absolutely no one in Sevipia's way. She took the unconscious human woman from Zenn. As her medical drone performed scans on her way back to the sewage tunnel, Sevipia reported the hostage was completely unresponsive but her heart was still beating; she might be in a coma.

[color=ffb302]“Get her to safety,”[/color] Amina ordered, [color=ffb302]“Shadow and I will get the others and be out right behind you.”[/color]

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Once assured there were no other enemies charging toward them, Nadara stood and surveyed their surroundings. The entrance gate they had rammed through was a few feet behind them, the smoking trucks ahead and between the Red’s truck and the entrance to the facility were a stack of crates. 

[color=82ca9d]“Surely more will be sent to our location soon,”[/color] she said. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t explore a bit. Using her sword she easily opened the top of one of the crates and was immediately grateful she hadn’t followed her initial instinct to slice through completely. It would have spelled her doom. 

[color=82ca9d]“Molotov cocktails,”[/color] she notified the other two, her excited smirk evident in her tone. 

[color=82ca9d]“Let’s see what’s behind the facility doors before they arrive? If there’s anything like this loot, we’ll be well set for when they finally do show up.”[/color]

Nadara walked to the large double doors and found them to be unlocked. Now to see what was on the other side…

[i][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5273444]Kaya…[/url] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5295554]Huszar…[/url][/i] Kysar stood motionless as images and descriptions were passed through the comm channels. He could hardly call these beings his friends and yet, they were comrades in arms, no matter how brief their time together was. More than that, no one deserved this fate. To be tortured and torn apart for something as pitiful as credits…

The Turian's fist shook, a biotic blue hue emanated from his body as rage bellowed up from within. Tightly, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply in and out, allowing his mind to go blank. Yes, they were all going to die but blind anger and hatred was not the answer, not today. A cold calm swept across Venator like a storm of ice.

[color=800000]“Lunatic, you could light one of the crate’s and then lob the entire thing at a mob of enemies using your throw ability. Save a couple to the side for us to throw on stragglers.”[/color]

Kysar moved in behind Nadara. [color=800000]“I’m with you Sunset, you take point, I’ll cover your back.”[/color]

A talon shot up to his ear as he radioed the others. [color=800000]“Shadow, do what you can to save that hostage. And the rest of you, if anyone wants to claim that bounty, do not let me see their leader. I’m going to kill every last one of them.”[/color]

Before opening the door, sniper shots rang out around Nadara, Kysar and Zenobia. Solveig missed her teammates but a generous margin, but one of her shots skidded dangerously close to the box of molotov cocktails.

Behind the door was a brightly lit lobby with an adjacent sales office. Stacked amid the lobby were several boxes labeled delicacies. Opposite of the sales office was a shelf. There's only one item on the shelf: a smooth dark orb.

Toward the back and next to a hall leading deeper into the plant was a reception table. Behind it was a Reds gangster with a shotgun. The gangster fired at the door, narrowly missing Nadara and Kysar. 

From the much poorly lit sales office, another Red marched out with a hostage clutched in front.

"Don't make me shoot her!" The Red pressed a pistol to the temple of the safety inspector.

"Weisman, hurry, they're inside!" The shotgun-wielding gangster shouted into the Reds' comm channel. "At least two crazy biotic zoomers! Tower!?"

[color=662d91]"I see the biotics!"[/color] spoke Solveig, responding to the Red. [color=662d91]"They keep ducking into cover but I have my eyes on them and I'll get the damn shot, now gimme some quiet!"[/color] She was starting to feel the pressure of the situation as she moved between the comms. Listening to her actual team, and then to the disorganisation of the other. 

It sounded like Kysar and Nadara were in trouble, from her point she wondered if she could make the shot. Hell, she'd landed harder ones. It was worth a try, even to distract them. 

As she went to pull the trigger, she felt a familiar pain in her shoulder that jolted her, and she felt her arm twitch and seize momentarily, quick enough to not fire a bad shot, but still her rifle fell from her grip. Falling from the tower onto a roof below. 

It was a good rifle, as she turned her head - she hoped that "Tower" had a better one (unlikely). But it was as she'd always been taught, it wasn't always the rifle, but the steady hand that held it. She hoped hers would be better. 

[color=662d91]"Problem up here Lizbeth, dropped my rifle. I am... I am well and armed again. I... I'm sorry. I'll do better,"[/color] she rambled apologetically. [color=662d91]"I have their comms. They're flustered. Sent some guys on a goose hunt. I can keep this up for longer but... I do not know for how much longer."[/color]

The rifle Solveig found was in poor condition. Its scope was blurry, the mass accelerator was not properly aligned and getting its thermal clips out is almost as hard as getting a proper conversation out of Solveig herself. Still, it shoots and will kill whoever's on the other end.

"You're doing good, Wraith!" Lizbeth reassured. "Hang in there, we're almost-"

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In the corner of Solveig's feed, a figure ran across the outer perimeter. Before she could react, it had disappeared from her line of sight, and headed for-

"Lunatic!" Lizbeth called out. "Incoming hostile from the east, uh, your right!"

Just a second later, the Red bypassed by Zenn rounded the corner. He scanned the chaotic front parking lot until he found Zenobia, and his Lancer rifle turned to fire at her.

Zenobia was flanked. She had no cover between herself and the Red, but she was able to react first thanks to Lizbeth's warning.

[color=007236]"Hostile? Where..."[/color]

For a split second, Zenobia turned to face the Red aiming his rifle at her, and under her breath she muttered....

[color=007236]"Come on....let's tango..."[/color]

She tosses up a backlash as the Red pulls the trigger, and charges forward behind the reflective cover, nimbly dodging until she can grab and yank the rifle out of his hands.

Bewildered by the ineffectiveness of his bullets against Zenobia's backlash, the Red did the only thing he knew: keep firing. In fact, he was so bewildered that he forgot to move.

His rifle overheated right as Zenobia snatched it away. Reality finally dawned upon him; the Red turned to run, but Zenobia was faster than him.

[color=007236]"Hey Zenn, think you missed one,"[/color] Zenobia snarks over the mic before flipping the rifle around in her hand and coldclocking the Red with the back end like a baseball bat. [color=007236]"Don't worry though, problem solved. Shame about his gun though."[/color]

Zenn stopped in his tracks as Zenobia called him out for missing one of the guards.

[color=0054a6]“Yes… I only missed one…”[/color] He said, slowly looking back at the door he just let the other guard escape through.

[color=0054a6]"Let's grab the cook in the mechanical room then hit the lobby."[/color] Zenn suggested to Amina. [color=0054a6]"Whatever we do, we should stick together. They may not know we're in here, but with everyone on high alert I don't know how much longer the stealth approach is going to work."[/color]

[color=007236]"Well we did just crash a van into the building so I kind of doubt we can go stealth now..."[/color] Zenobia points out.

Zenn let out a deep sigh before responding. [color=0054a6]"Thank you, Lunatic. Your input, as always, has been invaluable."[/color]

[color=007236]"Here to help!"[/color]

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Another shotgun shell ricocheted off the door as Kysar ducked back outside. He had only got a seconds look at the interior of the meat packing plant but that was all he needed to hatch a scheme.

[color=800000]"Sunset, don't ask me how I know this, or why, but that Orb on the shelf, it's some kind of weird reaper tech. If we destroy it, it'll knock both the guard and the hostage out."[/color] The Turian tried to peer around the corner again, narrowly missing another buck round before ducking back. [color=800000]"Just make sure you activate a biotic shield, it's the only we won't get knocked out either."[/color]

Kysar took a deep breath in.

[color=800000]"1...2...3!"[/color]

He popped from outside cover, letting off a quick biotic slam before hiding one again. Inside came the noise of twisting metal and a calamity of crashes.

[color=800000]"Fucks sake. I missed."[/color]

Nadara refrained from criticizing the Turian...out loud anyway. [color=82ca9d][i]Apparently his target needs to be point blank for accuracy,[/i][/color] she thought, remembering the ease with which Kysar shot the Red back at the house in Cerro. 

[color=82ca9d]“Leave it to me,”[/color] she sighed. [color=82ca9d][i]Apparently everything has to be.[/i][/color]

Another round of bullets from the grunt with the shotgun fired, and she waited for the pause that indicated he was reloading before taking action. Swiftly securing her blade at her side and pulling her own shotgun from her back in one smooth motion, she crouched at the building’s entrance.

The pause she was waiting for finally came, and her movements were as graceful as the dancers that had been hired for the last Ambassador’s ball. 

It was barely a second from when Nadara pried the door fully open before she fired, but it was enough for her to pinpoint the dark orb, whatever it was. 

No sooner had the thing been struck than a wave of dark energy flooded the room, emanating from the object. Both enemies as well as the hostage crumpled to the floor.

It took only a moment for the energy to reach the pair at the door, but Nadara had heeded Kysar’s recommendation and her biotic sphere protected her from the substance. It nonetheless crashed against her as fiercely as an ocean tide.

There was that feeling again. Like being sucked into a sunken plane of existence. Somewhere cold and damp that bound you in place. Something was different this time, however, a feeling that whatever lorded over this place was annoyed, almost on the verge of anger. Like a teacher that's caught you mucking around in class just that one too many times.

Kysar shook the feeling loose as the dark energy wave washed away. [color=800000]"Spooky."[/color] He muttered.

[color=82ca9d]“How long will they be out?”[/color]

Looking over the hostage, Kysar's brows furrowed. He had no idea who this was. [color=800000][i]Were they just taking anyone they could find? Or were you important?[/i][/color] His gaze then turned to the Reds gangsters, earlier he'd made a promise to the team and it was one he intended to keep. Pulling out his sidearm, he fired two rounds into the criminals heads.

[color=800000]"Well, I can tell you how long one of them will be out for."[/color]

At the sound of gunshots from outside, Nadara quickly peeked through the doorway to find Zenobia swiftly dispatching an enemy. She smirked, [color=82ca9d][i]now that’s someone who knows how to handle herself.[/i][/color] 

[color=82ca9d]“Looks like you don’t need our help, Lunatic,”[/color] she complimented. [color=82ca9d]“Wraith, keep an eye on her regardless, but be careful not to strike the crates. They’re explosives.”[/color]

Turning back to the room inside, Nadara motioned toward the hostage’s body and spoke into the shared channel. [color=82ca9d]“We have one of the hostages. Venator’ll carry her to Godmother now.”[/color] Then, only to Kysar, she continued, [color=82ca9d]“I’ll keep point behind you.”[/color] She motioned to her shotgun that was still in hand. [color=82ca9d]“Better shot, after all.”[/color]

Nodding his head in agreement as he watched Lunatic dispatch a guard, he couldn't help but chuckle at Sunset's remark.

[color=800000]"Don't let that head of yours disappear too far up your ass Asari, we still need you to see where you're going."[/color] The Turian moved deeper inside towards where the two unconscious humans were. [color=800000]"Besides where would we be without my ingenious plan? I bet you would've tried to rush him."[/color]

"Wait, wait!" Lizbeth called out. "That boss guy Weisman and at least three Reds are coming from the next hallway!"

"If you're moving the hostage now, then go around the plant." Advised Lizbeth. "Or get her out of the way, like inside that sales office! Maybe hide in there so you can ambush them?"

It was then Outcast broke their long radio silence. [color=silver]"Tell me when they're near the entrance; I'll drop dragon's teeth on them."[/color]

Moving the hostage into the sales office as suggested, Kysar readied himself for their next move. [color=800000]"I agree with Lizabeth, lets hunt down the remaining Reds, save Janiri and double back for old sleepy here."[/color]

Nadara narrowed her eyes, though it did little to convey her irritation, given her helmet. Instead, she sauntered over toward him and placed a hand on his chest, walking him backwards into the office. [color=82ca9d]“No need to hunt them down, [i]tzu[/i], they’re heading our way now.”[/color] Her tone was condescending, but held a hint of playfulness. 

Once he passed the threshold, Nadara pulled the door shut, leaving a sliver open to keep an eye on the foyer outside. [color=82ca9d]“Rogue and Shadow, stand by. Once they enter, I’ll send you a ping. We’ll engage them from both sides at once.”[/color] Apparently, this boss, Weisman, and his henchmen had another Asari held captive between them. [color=82ca9d][i]Her sim’re would be saved,[/i][/color] she thought, her free hand balling into a fist. [color=82ca9d]“Lunatic and Wraith, keep an eye on the front doors? If Weisman manages to elude us, you can let Outcast know when to drop the spires.”[/color]

Zenn had only taken a few steps towards the stairs when Nadara requested him and Amina be on standby to flank Weisman and Banes in the lobby. There were still hostages in the building, but there was a chance they weren’t guarded and could be retrieved once the area had been secured. But it was also just as likely that they were, which meant Weisman could order their execution if given the chance. Zenn stopped and turned to look at Amina. There was a brief pause before he closed his eyes and gave a solemn nod. Weisman and Banes had to be stopped. If those monsters got away more lives would be at stake. They had to take the risk and just hope they wouldn't have to add two more innocents to the death count.

[color=0054a6]“Shadow and Rogue on standby.”[/color] Zenn confirmed over the comms as he changed course and made his way to the lobby door. [color=0054a6]“Let’s end this.”[/color]
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