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[b]|| London[/b]

The penthouse suite of the Corinthian Hotel glowed above the Thames, warm light spilling across polished floors and tall glass windows. A small reception was winding down. Guests drifted between conversations, swirling champagne in crystal flutes while the quartet packed away their instruments.

Sir Rowan Mercer, CEO of Mercer Energies, stood near the balcony doors speaking with a member of Parliament. His voice carried the calm and confident, laughing along to his companions comments. He was proud of himself; he had spent months lobbying for the clean energy bill that would be voted on in the morning, and based on polling data it was very likely his efforts would be successful.

[color=#9ACD32]“If this passes, we can finally begin phasing out the older reactors,”[/color] Mercer beamed . [color=#9ACD32]“It will not be immediate, but it will be real progress.”[/color]

The MP opposite him smiled. “You have done remarkable work, Rowan. I hope the House listens tomorrow.”

[color=#9ACD32]“Oh I’m sure we’ll do splendidly..”[/color]

A security guard approached quietly from where he had been perched against the wall, his fingers at his earpiece.

“Sir, your car is ready.”

Mercer excused himself and followed his two man security detail into the private corridor that led to the elevator. The noise of the party faded behind them as the door closed.

His eyes drifted down to his phone as he walked. He was so engrossed that he wasn’t paying attention as the elevator doors slid opened and his evening changed for the worse.

Three mercenaries in matte black gear surged out with weapons raised. The guards reacted instantly, but the shots were fast and suppressed. Both men fell before Mercer could shout for help.

The ringleader stepped forward and levelled his weapon at Mercer’s chest.

[color=#8B0000]“Talon sends their regards.”[/color]

Before Mercer could move, the corridor window behind the mercenaries shattered inward.

A streak of blue light hit the floor.

Lena Oxton rose from the crouch it left her in, her goggles flashing amber. Her chronal accelerator pulsed with soft blue light against her chest. She wore a fitted brown bomber jacket with white sleeves, orange leggings and reinforced boots that clicked lightly on the marble. Every part of her outfit looked built for speed and motion.

Her arms jolted out in front of her as she fired a stun burst that dropped the nearest mercenary before he could turn.

She kept moving, grabbing Mercer by the arm.
[color=orange]“Come with me. Now.”[/color]

Gunfire erupted, as Lena blinked forward in time. The world smeared into blue light and she and Mercer reappeared further down the corridor as bullets tore into the wall where they had stood.

Mercer stumbled. [color=#9ACD32]“Who are you? What is happening?”[/color]

[color=orange]“The cavalry,”[/color] Lena said. [color=orange]“Move.”[/color]

She pushed him toward the stairwell door and fired back down the corridor. She caught the second mercenary in the chest and sent him crashing into the wall.

Only the ringleader remained upright, shouting orders into a comm as he advanced.

Lena shoved Mercer through the stairwell door, ignoring his protests. She immediately groaned as he looked down the stairs before them. Three more mercenaries were already charging up from below, boots pounding against the concrete steps.

Her thoughts flickered, debating the various ways her old teammates would’ve dealt with this. She decided to do it like Genji would. With precision.

[color=orange]“Stay behind me.”[/color] She spoke quickly, giving her unwilling companion a quick glance. 

The first mercenary reached them.

Lena concentrated and then much like bdfire, she stepped forward into her future. She appeared behind him, swept his legs out from under him, and tagged him with a stun shot before he hit the steps.

The second mercenary trailed him, swinging a baton towards her.

She ducked, blinked past him, and drove her knee into his ribs. He stumbled and she finished him with another blast from her weapon. 

The third mercenary fired up the stairs from below, realising that getting up close maybe wasn’t the best approach. 

Lena shifted back to avoid the gunfire before jolting forward.

She blinked sideways, dodging another spray of bullets. She reappeared beside him, and slammed her boot into his chest. He toppled backward and rolled down the steps.

[color=orange]“All right. Down we go.”[/color] She huffed, looking up towards Mercer who was simply watching with astonishment. 

They descended two more flights, Lena doing her best not to keep telling the CEO to hurry up. It was clear that times of crisis didn’t help with her impatience. It was somewhat warranted though, as giving the sounds from above, the ringleader wasn’t far behind.

Lena heard the click. It was the split second warning of a shot about to be fired.

She reached up and pressed her palm against the glowing core of her chronal accelerator. The device flared, its rings spinning into motion as a soft amber pulse built beneath her hand.

The world snapped backward.

Time rewound around her in a swirl of amber light, pulling her body back up the stairs to where she had stood seconds before. The ringleader who had been lining up the shot now found her suddenly closer and off to the side, his aim thrown.

She pushed off the rail, spun, and roundhouse kicked him. He tumbled down two flights of stairs and lay still after a small thud.

In seconds, she was back by Mercer’s side. She deemed it best not to think too much about the body. 

They burst through the back exit into a quiet service alley. A lone security officer waved them over, frantic.

“Sir. This way.”

A car idled with its rear door open.

Mercer turned to her, breathless and shaken. [color=#9ACD32]“Thank you. Truly. I owe you my life.”[/color]

[color=orange]“There is no need for that. Just get in the car. Hurry.”[/color] She pleaded. He was safe now, yet she still felt uneasy. 

He hesitated for a moment, looking at her with genuine gratitude, as if trying to memorise the face of the stranger who had saved him. Lena felt the weight of it. 

She nodded, giving him a knowing smile.

[color=orange]“Go.”[/color]

Finally agreeing, he climbed inside the open car door. 

A faint glint caught Lena’s eye high up across the street for only a heartbeat.

The car door began to close. 

Her stomach dropped.

[color=orange]“Oh no.”[/color]

The sniper shot cracked through the night.

Mercer slumped sideways inside the car as the door slammed shut. A thin line of red seeped out beneath the frame and spread across the wet pavement.

Lena stood in the alley, rain beginning to fall again, her pistols hanging uselessly at her sides.

[color=orange]“Brilliant,”[/color] she said quietly. [color=orange]“Just brilliant.”[/color]