A burning sensation in the chest. The grunt gasped and grabbed at the clawed hand grabbing their chest, it was digging into their chest and drawing blood around the fingertips. Flame bursting forth from the wound as the hand turned in a circular motion, and the grunt collapsed, going into shock as soon as the fire came through the now circular wound in their chest.
A grunt, feminine and with semi-curly, long brown hair was walking to the IT department in the Industrial Sector. She was STILL walking past janitors and occasionally Gunners, from that incident with the Dissenter gang running through, shooting the place up, and knocking the Lawman around a fair bit. She finally got to her station in the warehouse that IT resided in, and sat in a padded folding chair nearby. Sighing, she looked towards her nameplate on the card table with a gun that was partially disassembled, a water bottle, and general supplies for assembling/disassembling stuff, such as screws and smaller tool; the nameplate read Cyka. She chuckled and looked down, still embarassed as ever. The cloning personnel at the facility she was made in were most likely drunk, given her femininity and name that means something not too great in Russian, and the facility being in Florida didn't help her chances of NOT having a name like that. She grabbed a power drill that lay near her table and hefted it, smiling contently as she cleaned it off slowly. Cyka would have kept doing this and relaxing with the occasional sip from her water if she hadn't recieved a text on her bulky tablet, telling her to go near the shed that was surrounded with only a chain link fence. The text came from somewhere in the Sector so she shrugged and, holding her tablet in one hand with the power drill in the other, she walked off, giving a Gunner she was best friends with a little kiss on the cheek as she left. After arriving, she checked her tablet and was hit on the head with a billy club extremely hard. She yelled, "OUCH!" and rubbed the spot where she was hit, looking back. A stunned agent in blue accented gear just looked around before sighing, pulling out a Bolt-Action pistol and shooting her in the head, splattering blood on the floor and her clothes. The agent pulled out a tablet, pressed the screen a few times, and put the tablet away, reloading the gun. After reloading the hard hitting, one shot pistol, the blue agent put her in a bag with the tablet and drill she brought along, throwing her into a nearby open manhole and closing it up after himself.
Cyka woke up with a nasty headache, and clutched at herself, sweating a tiny bit. She thought about remembering to check texts and shit before doing what they say. Looking around, she saw herself in a concrete room with horizontal blue lines, and a door ahead. Seeing her tablet and drill were still there, she picked up the tablet to see a new notification, same sender as the one who lead her to the shed. She opened it and read, "WELCOME BACK, CHILD. YOU ARE BACK HOME, AND IF YOU WANT TO GO TO THE MERCENARIES, YOU BEST REVIEW YOUR COMBAT SKILLS AND READY UP. GO THROUGH THE DOOR TO BEGIN YOUR LITTLE BIT OF MADNESS. :]". She just groaned, hooking a small hoop on the edge of the tablet to her belt and two-handing the drill, walking over and kicking the door open. A couple of bored grunts, one smoking, looked up and saw her, getting up. One of them grabbed a knife and ran towards her, and she slowly walked up. The grunt's untrained, going for a shaky thrust towards her midsection, letting her sidestep and drive the active end of the drill through the back of his skull, poking through his jaw. The second grunt, terrified, ran to the door, when Cyka picked up the knife the last grunt had and threw it into the head of the second, interupting his escape attempt as he was pushing the door. The door swung open with his body falling to the ground, and she pulled the knife back out, looking in. Hmph. More grunts, four of them. One had a low protective, soft kevlar vest and a short-sword, the second had a Makarov style pistol, and the other two were unarmed. The first, the one with the vest, opened up with a slash, and did end up scoring a cut on Cyka. It was a J-Cut though, typical of most inexperienced sword wielders, and thus it wasn't the worst in the world, shallow and barely drawing blood. She replied by stabbed the drill into him, and running towards the gun wielding grunt with the corpse as a shield. The unarmed ones had other ideas though, and tackled her, one wrenching the drill away and pulling it back, giving her a good look at her death. One held her down, and the second drove the drill between her eyes, her vision blurring and obscured by blood. After some time, she woke up in the room she had first woken up in; her drill was gone, but her tablet was still on her hip, and recieved a notification from the person running the show, "DEATH RESTARTS THE WHOLE SHOW, PROVE YOU'RE GOOD ENOUGH TO DESERVE SEEING THE RED SUN WITH YOUR COMRADES."
Letting out a puff of air, she shoved the door in front of her open, revealing two grunts, one with a knife and the other unarmed. She grabbed the hand of the grunt with a knife and pushed it away, knocking the grunt down and bashing his head into the ground till his grip weakened. The second grabbed her by the neck and tried to pull her away while choking her out, but she hit his ribs. While he recoiled and moved back, she grabbed ahold of his head and twisted till there were more then a few crack sounds, and turned back to the weak and bloodied knife grunt, cracking her knuckles.She walked into the second room with the knife, and right away, threw the knife at the grunt with kevlar, hitting him in the head and letting him grab at his face before he collapsed. She pulled him up and threw him at the grunt with the pistol, and grabbed his sword, hacking and slashing the unarmed two up before giving the pistol grunt a stab through the face, pinning him to the wall. She took the time to put on the soft vest, hold the sword in her right hand with the pistol in the left, and kicked open the next door, seeing the situation. Two of the blue agents, both with M1911's. She dodged to the side before dashing up to the closest one, stabbing him in the neck and pushing the body onto his friend. While he struggled to get up, she put a cap in his head and stepped back, grabbing one of their blue shades. She tried it on and saw a very bare bones HUD on it, impressed they'd be giving it out to their stock agents. Keeping it on, she took the ammo they had and replaced her current handgun with one of theirs, and kept going. An engineer with a spas-12 looked her way, racked the pump back and forth once, and aimed at her. She closed the door to block the first few shots, pushed back through it, and dived, dodging the rest. She pulled the gun down and hit it into the engineer's chest, getting up and firing the last few rouds towards him, although he pushed the barrel away and as a result, burnt his hand doing so. He punched Cyka in the face and was trying to beat her to death, but she unloaded most of her M1911 into the side of his head and he went down, bright blue blood splattering onto her. She got up, took off the glasses, and checked the engineer mask, happy to see it still working. Protective, with the HUD elements of the glasses. She pushed the door open, and two soldats unloaded a Bren machine gun and a DMR into her, tearing chunks out of her head and upper body as she went down. So much for the engineer mask..
She woke up, with a loaded M1911 and her tablet. She sighed, slamming open the door and put one shot into each of the grunt's getting exasperated. Though, she found the engineer mask in the next room, and put it on before slamming into the next room and retrieving the soft vest. Her current engineer mask was broken by the shotgun wielding engie, but she ripped his own mask off his body and continued. She opened the door but stayed to the side, letting the soldats empty their mags before running in, shooting the one with the Bren and then struggling to stab the next one. He held her hand by the wrist and was holding the knife a fair bit away from his face, but she grabbed the eye of the soldat and twisted it upwards, ripping off skin and causing him to grasp at his face, letting her stab him to death. She picked up the Bren, reloading it and taking spare ammo of off the soldat and this time, opening the door to let whoever was behind it shoot before Cyka went inside. She noticed no fire was occuring, and rolled into the room, checking it to realize there's only one person, an agent with no glasses, sitting on a chair, unarmed. There was also a bed, table, and another chair in the room. A notification played on her tablet, "REST HERE, AND HAVE THIS FRIEND. HE MAY FIGHT FOR YOU, OR SIMPLY TALK. YOUR CHOICE. YOU WILL BE BROUGHT HERE INSTEAD OF THE START." She sighed, wiped off some of the blood on herself, and laid down on the bed. The friendly agent pulled out a pack of cigarettes and flicked one to Cyka, and after snapping her fingers for a good bit, finally startled a little flame in the middle of her hand and lighting the cigarette before putting it in her mouth. She tried to send a text to that Gunner she knew, but it wouldn't go through, and she let out a tired sigh and just sat there, laying down and smoking for a long while. She finally got up, pat the agent on the shoulder, and told him to stay there as she kicked open the door to the next room, and saw two soldats and an engineer, blue accents and all. They had assault rifles, and Cyka sighed before unloading into a soldat and continuing to fight.After a couple of deaths, she finally made it all the way through, with only one more safe area. Approaching the final room, a door labeled with a skull, she kicked it open, wielding a shotgun, pipe wrench, and a level 3 soft vest. There was an unpleasant surprise though, a G03LM with armor. She put the shotgun on her back and hefted the wrench, hitting him around the neck and head, occasionally putting her effort towards levering the helmet off of him with the wrench. After some more of this, she finally popped it off, and threw the pipe wrench down, holding up the shotgun and unloading it into his head. He ignored the first few shots and threw her into the wall across, breaking a good few of her bones. She just sat there though and emptied the shotgun into him, finally putting him down a fair bit away from herself. She got up, wincing and grunting from the pain, and limped over to the door. She opened it slowly and was met with a darkly lit room, with a long table that had various gear on it. A rebreather, goggles with three circular eyes, and a combat vest that could take hard plates. She pulled out a hair tie, punt her hair in a pony tail, and got to work putting everything on. The goggles were a bright orange, and she took a little stretch before walking to the next door and opening it. This time, it was a room full of cloning tubes, some still with grunts in them. She moved up, trying the door across from her, and it was locked electronically. She looked to the machine for cloning, held up her wrench, and smashed the glass tubes.The corpses of the grunts laid there to the side as the door finally opened; that was harder then it should've been, they were much tougher then most grunts, and a little more malleable. Cyka just sighed and walked through the now open door, walking into a pitch black room before tripping and falling into a hole. She hits the floor hard, taking a bit to get back up before peering over a the railing of the balcony she was on, overlooking a cafeteria full of grunts, agents, and engineers. Next to her was a flare gun, a shotgun shell, and a hand grenade.She shot the flare towards one end of the room, and as some people moved towards it to investigate and some moved away, she chose the group with the most engineers and lobbed a grenade into their numbers, using a knife to drop down on the last few grunts and agents there and stabbing them to death, using a table she flips as cover as she gunned down the rest. She sat there breathing heavily before an alarm plays and toxic gas fills the room. She feels thankful for the rebreather and gets up, it helps but it wont last forever, and she moves out into the final room. A grunt was coughing, crawling on the ground towards her, and she gave him the relief of death via a shot to the head from her m1911. She remembered something and unloaded the flare gun, putting the 12 gauge shell into it. Last ditch weapon, it'll gore up her hand but also whatever's in front of her, and she keeps it on her side. She opened the next door to some sort of armory with three soldats gearing up. They paused midway to look at her and she wasted no time in running over, shooting the first to death and using his armored corpse as a shield as she unloaded towards the last two, killing the first and leaving the third crawling. She dropped the corpse to the side and replaced the weighty Bren with an AK-12 assault rifle, storing a couple of spare mags for it as well, and slammed through the final door. A long hallway filled with agents, one engineer, and two soldats, the engineer having a rotary grenade launcher. She ran through the crowd, getting cut and stumbling but moving right through as she tackled the engineer, bashed his head in with the butte of the grenade launcher, and fired it into the group of agents. She killed most of the agents with that, but a soldat wrenched the gun away and the other readied to stab a knife into her neck. She jumped back and knocked him to the ground, getting up and stomping his head before the other soldat began to pummel her. She grabbed one of his hands and used her free hand to grab his eye, pushing away. As he grasped at the visor/eye, she suddenly reached around and pulled it clockwise, snapping his neck as the visor stayed right on his head. She gunned down the final agents with the AK, and then just sitting there, slowly walking through the exit, leading outside. Well, so much for her Saturday movie night with a couple of MERCs. She grabbed her tablet and turned it on, it seems something in the building she just ran through was blocking her connection. She texted a friend and after a while, got in his car, when he asked where she was, she just said, "Well.. parents, huh? Sometimes they just sorta drag you home." Cyka finally relaxed and set the gun down, sitting in the cushioned seat; she glanced at the red sun before looking down, tracing a circle on her chest, but she soon fell asleep from how tired she was. She woke up at her station in the Industrial Sector, and sighed, still in the equipment she had taken from the blue agency's base. The visors on the mask were cracked, and her vest was burnt and riddled with bullets, blood dried on, and the rebreather was saturated with the gas, and she threw it into the trash bin after she remembered the Sector DOESN'T smell like rotten eggs. She looked thoughtful, before grabbing a notepad and pencil, and beginning to draw.. she really liked her current outfit, though it'll need some improvements.
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