[Warning: I have absolutely no knowledge of weapons at all, I'm making this stuff all up. Also, I suck at describing fighting scenes, sry guys.]
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(Alan's POV)
For those not classified as TAET (aka. Top Agent Execution Team), the weapons managery was a place that only existed in dreams. A break-in was impossible: countless security scanners and high-tech analyzation machines, equipped with the state's most developed codes, were literally all over the place. The temporary chip implanted in our wrists a few moments earlier were the only thing stopping these machines from blasting us into grease spots.
I chuckled a bit. Not that each TAET didn't have his/her own backup plans...in case technology fails and incidents occur, which happened before.
Or there might be...someone trying to assassinate the assassin.
I shook my head to clear the disturbing ideas, right hand wandering to my hoodie pocket almost reflexively, stroking the cold metal surface of the mini-machine shaped in the pattern I knew so well. It calmed myself down and soothed my jumping nerves.
Mission is coming.
Blood is about to shed.
Lives is about to taken.
People is about to die.
My feet slammed down on the hard surface and nearly stumbled.
The slight blue mist cleared away ahead of us, revealing a great oak door, bound shut by chains that resembled a grown adult's legs. I threw a glance at Chris, who tilted his head with a polite smile. The message was written clearly on his face, encouraging me to go on.
My fingers played around with the emblazonment in my pocket. The familiar weight in my palm was comforting as I stepped forward, raised my free hand, and touched the chain.
The explosion in my ears came the same time as the freezing metal burnt into my fingertip, causing me to yelp surprisingly and grit my teeth together in pain. I did not have to look behind me to know Chris was trapped in the same trance of cold, hard agony.
The ultimate test.
A cold voice, stabbing into my mind like daggers against butter. I clenched my jaw, determined to not let myself yell out again.
Who are you, stranger?
Pulling in a sharp breath between my teeth, I imagined my concentration as a flammable weapon, aimed at a single dot, a point in the faraway blackness of my consciousness.
Who are you to dare step in this sacred place?
It started to glow red-hot before my mind's eye, growling ferociously, accompanied with flash bursts of glaring white light.
Who—
My trained hearing caught the undertone of panic.
I reacted instantly.
Thrusting my consciousness forward with a flash, I uttered a savage scream and slammed down with all my might, shattering the dagger in my mind into a thousand sparkling pieces. The voice let off a bloody wail in my head, then cut off instantly.
I closed my eyes and let out a pent-up breath.
Chris was silent behind me, breathing a bit more heavily.
Raising my head to scan over the dark chains that just nearly immobilized me, I fingered the emblazonment in my pocket again, slowly, debating whether to do it in front of Chris.
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