*This is normal*
*beep*The sirens went off as Pam's interrogator stood up and cut the interrogation, "Stop the session! Emergency on the left wing!"
Two guards pulled Pam out from the chair as she stared coldly and one of the guards before looking forwards.
Two guards were behind Pam and another at the front leading.
Once they reached the doorway however, Pam suddenly kicked the guard on the left.
The guard on the right tried to grab Pam but her weight overwhelmed him and she elbowed him to the ground.
Seeing no other choice of keeping Pam neutralised, the last guard pulled out his rifle.
Nevertheless, Pam jammed her wrist cuffs in the barrel and forced the guard backwards.
The guard fired, breaking the wrist cuffs, and Pam grabbed the rifle and moved it upwards.
The guard struggled with Pam's strength, and she soon used the gun to whack him in the face. He stumbled to the ground and she shot him in the face with the rifle.
Pam felt adrenaline running through her veins as she panted. Despite how tired she was, she heard shuffling behind her.
She looked to her shoulder before turning quickly and firing on the right guard who had his pistol ready and was just coming out from the interrogation room.
"Fool." She spat before resting her rifle down.
She looked around her to ensure all the guards were taken out before securing the rifle on her back.
She went back into the interrogation room and saw the interrogator crouching below the desk. The interrogator backed up from the table and attempted to draw his gun but Pam slapped it away.
She grabbed his neck and pushed him on the wall, "Don't be crying. Where's our weapons?"
The interrogator's hands shook before giving the location, "Down the hall to the right, near the cells!"
Pam incapacitated the interrogator before proceeding out towards the given location.
...some intense fights later...
Pam reached an area lined with baskets of all the brawlers' weapons, as well as some armaments from the resistance.
Pam found her backpack and scrapgun and slid the bag on her back.
She rushed towards the nearby cells, but saw Jade getting pushed back by a car robot hybrid brawler, two times larger than him.
"Oh you'll pay for this."
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Lost Morals (Brawl Stars)
FanfictionName: Jade Mechimpian Codename: "Daggerstorm" Race: [Redacted] Occupation: Researcher/Bounty hunter Planet of origin: [Redacted] Status: Alive Age: 47 47 year old Jade Mechimpian has been working in the science field for some time now. It has alwa...