The Vanguard Vixen

F.O.X.2 Godspeed

Lewis had only closed his eyes for a bit; dozing as the fatigue of the day caught up with him when a certain assassin burst through the room window with her eyes glowing.

He was immediately shocked to full awareness."The door still works Viv-"

The rest was a blur, Lewis only getting a feeling of being lifted off the ground, then several tiny but sharp pains sprouting all over his body and wind on his face.

Then came the crash.

She had turned him over at the last moment, acting as a cushion for him against the chrome hood of the car they had flattened.

As Lewis started to realize what had just happened, the Star hotel exploded.

It was a spectacular sight up close. The fire ran across the rooms, and the dark smoke billowed from the already burning ones. The structural integrity of the hotel building was surprisingly still okay.

 Lewis saw the missile this time as it went right into the window of the room Vivian had just pulled him out of.
That reminded him.

He rolled off her and onto the road, staying down for a while to catch his breath. Miraculously nothing was broken but when he pulled himself up and checked on Vivian, he couldn't say the same for her.

Everything looked broken.

She looked dead as far as he was concerned.

 Lewis ducked back behind the car when bullets started flying at him.

Honestly.
Who sent a missile through your window then added...

 Lewis peeked around to check whether he'd seen right.

A goddamn tank.

 And they were getting closer, flanking him from both ends. He knew that there was absolutely no way he was going to survive this.

 Not without her.

 Another person came out of nowhere and slid right next to Lewis. She spoke before he could ask any questions, "Turana. I'm with the vixen. Where is she anyway?"

It was then that Lewis noted that the shooting had stopped. Still, he didn't dare risk looking around the bullet-riddled car. Heatwaves were flowing off the smoking hotel, which had not crumbled from the attack. People and guards were darting back and forth in disarray, and Lewis didn't even have an idea where they were running off to. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

Turana nudged him in the ribs. Hard.

"Hey, you've got to stay awake. Where is the vixen?"

He pointed upwards, to the caved-in hood of the car. Turana got up and checked. She didn't duck again. Lewis was just waiting for the shooting to start again and for her to drop dead, probably with a bullet wound in every part of her.

And she was pretty-

"What the-?"

The tone of her voice meant this was something he had to see. Lewis tried to push himself up against the car but his left foot gave out and he collapsed. Turana's face was covered in soot and her hair was disheveled, but he couldn't miss the other dangerous look, similar to the one Vivian had.

Turana lent Lewis a hand but didn't look down at him, never taking her eye off whatever she was looking at. All of which prodded Lewis' journalist curiosity even further.

Lewis got up just in time to see Vivian leap onto the tank. She was moving so quickly that the only distinguishing feature was her glowing eyes. She yanked the hatch off the top, then disappeared inside. There were gunshots and screams, mostly screams, and then nothing.