As you approached the main room, the blaring alarm ringing in your ears, and ironically all you were seeing was red, you took out the gun strapped to your back. It was an automatic and the bullets on your chest were the connecting rounds to it.
This is the tricky part.
You know as soon as you override the door, they can already see you standing outside it, bullets will come flying at you. There's no place to hide like the slightly indented walls with curves in the hallways, so for them it'd be like shooting fish in a barrel.
Honestly, you didn't think you'd make it this far, either having taken a fatal shot or had to retreat, but here you were, about to enter the belly of the beast.
So, you came up with a half assed plan in about five seconds before you put your hand to the door, only to jerk it back after a second. You needed to be careful and you remembered the three second rule your powers started with, wondering if you could manipulate it to your advantage.
"Three seconds," You breathed out, your heart pounding in your ears, "So, what happens with just one?"
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, and then shot out behind you when a lone guard came straggling over to stop you, dropping dead after. You pressed your hand to the door for only another second, using your powers to get what you wanted, and to your surprise, it worked.
The door inched open only enough to maybe fit your arm through, but it was enough to make them nervous, a few shots going to it, but not reaching you. Your bulletproof vest already took some stray ones, knocking the wind out of you, and you were still catching your breath as you threw in a few different types of bombs.
You put your mask back up to help you breathe as it was designed for these situations and stuck your gun through the opening, spraying bullets wherever you could angle it, hearing bodies drop lifeless to the floor. You waited, letting the tear, smoke, and flare bombs, your favorite mix, take full effect and then diffuse before readying your gun again. You then pressed your hand to the door, but for some reason it only opened a couple more inches, not enough for you to go in with everything you were carrying.
"Son of a bitch." You huffed, looking back down the hall and hearing the yelling that came just beyond it.
You had a split-second decision to make.
You could stay out here and keep trying the door, hoping they didn't catch up by the time you got inside fully equipped or you could shed some layers and get inside before who knows how many more people armed to the teeth come charging down the way ready to spray you with bullets. The problem was, you didn't know what or who was left in the room beyond the door. It was quiet, but they were most likely lying in wait to see if you took the chance.
"Fuck it," You shrugged angrily to yourself, unstrapping your vest and leaving it in the hallway, along with some other bulkier items, "Just fuck it all then."
You held your automatic up with one arm, pointing it into the room, as you slid in sideways. Your powers were trying to reach out to anything it could, screaming at you to just use them again, and you tried to focus on what was left of the room. About eight or nine bodies were lifeless on the floor as you walked in and then when you felt a barrel at the back of your skull, you raised your hands.
"Caffrey." They seethed, spitting blood off to the side afterwards.
"Caffrey?" You furrowed your eyebrows with a look of disgust, "You think my name is Caffrey? What the fuck?"
"We've been following you."
"Not for bloody long." You scoffed with a laugh.
The gun pressed to your head was all it took, your brain on fire and making you cringe in pain as it forced the gun to melt in their hands, burning it in the process.
"What the hell!" They screamed out and you turned around with your own raised as they crumbled to the floor, blood coming from their hand, "What did you do? What did you do!!"
They were shouting at you and in a moment of panic and shock, you shot them in the head, silencing their cries. You let out a deep breath that came out in a puff of smoke, but the temperature was probably seventy if you had to guess.
"What the hell is right." You muttered.
You looked around the room with wild eyes, trying to spot something familiar, and remember the reason you were here in the first place. The stuff with your powers would have to wait, that much was clear, as the yelling outside grew closer.
You went to the computer's frame and started typing in the codes like you were riding a bike. It wasn't even a thought at this point, your fingers working faster than your brain, and you put the drive into it, gathering what you could. It wasn't a lot since your drive could only hold a legal amount sold in stores, but it was enough. You started wiping the rest, a bar coming up on the screen for its progress, but it was taking too long. Your arms were vibrating, and your lungs were on fire even though you hadn't been running. You thought ditching the vest would help with the air constraints, but now you seemed to feel panicky without it.
You looked down to see how many bullets you had left, realizing your arms were glowing with an almost sparkly yellow dusting. You cursed yourself for being so brazen with them, it'd been a while since you used them for anything more than fixing some broken bones, and now you were worried about the effects of this mission.
But you would push yourself further because you were in too deep.
The bar was only halfway when they started banging on the door and you glanced down at your arms, shrugging to yourself before going up to it. You pressed both palms against the steel and pushed the energy pulse forward. You thought maybe it'd give you their pulses to slow or at least a body count of how many you were dealing with, but the door blew down, crushing the group. You lifted your gun and hit anything that moved after that, throwing it to the side of the room and raising your pistol when it was out of ammo. You knew you had no barrier between you and whoever else decided to charge through, so you rushed around to plant the C4 you brought with you, old school, before ripping the drive out when it was about ninety percent, making sure that system was wiped after like the others.
You pocketed it and then turned towards the door, but just spotted someone down the hall raising their gun in time for you to jump out of the way.
"Oh, Y/n!" They called in a sinister voice and you readied yourself until your blood ran cold with what they said next,
"Come on out, baby sis, it's me!"
