[center][h2][color=#FF7800]Boraro[/color]
Fireteam Hammer, Île de la Tempête[/h2][/center][hr]When the Cameroonian emerged from the armory, his armor was sporting a fresh red tone to his camouflage. He dried off the kukri’s blade with the sleeve of one of the Artemis mercs before sheathing it, after shaking the wearer’s arm out of it, and turned his attention to his new Benelli M1014, an old but proven semi-auto workhorse known to perform the Disappearing Head magic trick just as well as the Origin and somehow do it with only about five and a half moving parts. This one came with a holographic sight as well, how nice of them.

And while he was shopping, he also grabbed a few incendiary grenades. Wouldn’t want the world-ending freaks to be cold in their last moments, after all. But a shadow was descending over them. Quite literally as the bimbo momentarily blocked out the Sun during her arrival. Who let a child run a PMC? Later, perhaps, he might consider his words out of line, but in the moment he couldn’t have less patience for Athena’s antics if one paid him, simply walking past her  before she had a chance to regroup. Still a job to do. He followed Skye out of the ruin of the R&D building, checking the charge of his two remaining Tricksters and seeing two full bars with quiet satisfaction. He deployed the second Scout drone, setting it to follow 50 meters directly above Athena and tag hostels on her HUD while the one he set up before followed after him.

Oh yes. As if they weren’t cheating enough before, Skye, Athena and Ebrima now had wallhack. And it was just as much a bloodbath as it sounded like to the point of Ebrima almost feeling bad for them had he not known their end goal.

It had been a real weird few months. How little stood between him being killed by a world-ending neurotoxin and being none the wiser. How little stood between him being unaware of all of this or even being approached by Artemis and dying here, on the geoengineering rig or anywhere else Raven left smoldering ruins in their wake. That poor bastard, right there? The one that just got crushed underfoot by Athena? That could have been him.

Better be lucky than good, right?

The CAV skidded to a halt by the hole leading into the command center, breaching the bunker requiring his full focus once more. The trio leapfrogged through the bunker in a hail of lead, tungsten and white phosphorus thanks to his raid of the armory in the R&D building, cutting down PLA troops like a weedwhacker until a pair of exo operators timed it well, the one disadvantage of the tube-fed 1014 being the reload time, especially when coupled with having loose shotgun shells dumped into the drum magazine pouches.

Ebrima ducked the first burst with no small amount of help from the Tricksters, both of the drones alternating between between recharge and being active to make sure he was never without coverage, though steadily depleting both in the all-or-nothing fight. The closer one got clubbed in the face with the stock and swiftly kicked away, a problem to be dealt with later while the other soldier sent a three-round burst into his abdomen, the rounds striking like hammer blows but ultimately not enough to stop the Cameroonian’s momentum, the PLA soldier getting shoulder checked and carried along with the charging albino while he jammed the barrel of his sidearm into a gap between thigh plates and emptied the magazine, either the bullets or bone fragments turning the Chinaman’s femoral artery into shreds judging by the amount of blood coming out. But turning to address the delayed problem, Ebrima was faced with the sight of the soldier falling and Skye swearing.

It would seem the trend of other people’s misfortune being his good luck was continuing as the last dying action of some PLA troops was to disable Skye’s exo, which meant Ebrima now had a railgun, trading it for his MDRx and magazines. He may have lost wallhack indoors, but now he could ignore most cover.

This really wasn’t Rose’s day.