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"I don't need your pity,"Red said, "I kill people for living, what good am I if I can't do my job."

Are all these people bad people, I don't know, but they are fighting for a bad cause, and if they are fighting they should be prepared to die. It's the way of the world, wether I like it or not.

"I won't fail to shoot back next time, get to the warehouse from behind, I'll go in from the front entrance."

The bandages were quickly tied around her shoulder, she did most of the work herself, gently pushing down the side of her R.I.O.T. trench coat. The bullet had been at such close range, and had gone through the razor thin seam of her protective vest. The sniper happened to be a damn good shot, and would have taken off her head had she not guessed his target.

She tightened the bandages fiercly, overly tight, to staunch the blood flow. Nothing vital was hit, it wasn't as bad as it looked, just very bloody. In no time she running toward the warehouse, darting through enemy fire at full speed, quite a sight as she was moving at 24kph fully equipped.

In the warehouse a flashbang followed the grand entrance of R.I.O.T. Five, semi-auto machine gun fire was fired in bursts toward each target with pin-point accuraccy. Five terrorists, low-grade synthetic humans, were taken down before a shot was fired. The remaining terrorists remained stationary, they were untrained, the equivelant of humans on adrenaline with AK-47's. The six person team moved through the main room, avoiding poorly aimed hail of machine gun fire as they took down their targets with precision bursts. In a mere three minutes the main room was cleared, and the equipment was captured.

They took defensive posture and awaited further instructions, it seemed easy, almost too easy. Red skidded into the warehouse just as they had taken up their posture, skidding around and turning her revolver on a human with an Ak-47. It was a ten year old boy, at least the shape of one, so she took cover as bullets flew against the outside wall.

"Hold your fire! We can't risk killing a child!"

For all she knew, this was a ploy, a trick, an adult mind in a synthetic child body. But there was know way to know for sure without getting close, extremely close, or killing it and asking questions later.

An RPG hit the wall, tearing a big hole through the brick and exposing her position and that of a few of her team members. She had to think of something fast. There wasn't time for anything fancy such a as disarming or capturing. even a non-fatla shot was next to imposible as only the boy's head was exposed. Either evacuate and lose the warehouse and the information inside, do nothing an get killed, or take out that enemy and risk doing something she had never done before, kill a child in cold blood.

Damn those bastards!

She threw one of her flash bangs through the window to hopefully buy time, maybe the boy's reaction to it would tell something as well.

Eripse had to give it to the world... They'd gone far with Combustion. Farther than she'd honestly thought they'd ever go.

She'd... recon'd a nice, working vehicle, and stuttered through the mechanics for but a second, Before she learned, albeit with shakes. Nothing special. A four-door sedan. As the Team sat under fire from a child, music from the radio would get progressively louder, as the woman took turns at sixty, seventy, and gunning it down straight-aways at speeds of ninety and a little bit more.



The vehicle would raise on two wheels, as she tore the wheel in the direction of the warehouse's large gate, as warehouses were oft to have... And if anywhere was to be a showdown arena, this was it. The car would, depending on scenarios, preform differently.

If the door was open, It would manage to get through the door on two wheels before flatting back to four, Eri gunning it faster as she set her sights on the little boy with an RPG. She had no morals, it seemed. In this matter, she lived by one creed. )All is Fair in Love and War.(

If the door was closed, The Sedan would crash through, pinwheeling on the front fender as it burst through, The bird inside finding herself to be on the worlds best rollercoaster. Things were always funner if you couldn't die. Once the car had managed to settle, she'd crawl out, probably in the verge of an explosion, gaining some rather horrible injuries, though none from the explosion itself.

((Did Eripse just kill Cyber boy or crash under the building he was firing, or crash into the warehouse, I'm confused. Will erase once I'm clear.))

((Okay, actually, the main area was stormed, as the warehouse was surrounded from all sides and the R.I.OT. members crashed through the window, securing the main area wich was set up as an area of operations. As for the kid, he's mine, so you're going to have to find another target. mad You can't die, so this shouldn't hurt too much.))



An unknown vehicle come roaring toward the warehouse R.I.O.T. had just captured, with no indication of being friend or foe, which was not acceptable. The heavy weapons crew didn't hesitate to take aim for it as it approached the gate, direct firing a Javelin anto-tank missile at the vehicle approached within the 100 meter range. This missile had lock on functons and automatic self guidence, it wouldn't miss, and it didn't require an operator to aim it. The crew would fire, and take up new positions. Eripse's vehicle had a quarter of a second until it went boom in very big way, as this missile's warhead was designed to take out a heavy tank in one shot.

Meanwhile, as the flash bang went off and the cyber-child was distracted, Red went back on the move. Crossing to the front of the street and into the building where the kid was holed up, on the third floor. She went in alone, kicking down the door into the small office building that was serving as a secondary enemy strong hold. Her team kept suppresive fire on the child as Red snaked her way up the steps, keeping her Enforcer 40 caliber pistol upraised and in front of her chest, her back against the wall at every corner. Where there was one, there were ussually more.

Her shoulder burned and ached, but she could move her arm still, she could still fight.

If the enemy was using child synthetic bodies as decoys, it was best to know how to pick them out from the real thing. A civilian casualty like that would be just the bad press anyone needed to hamper R.I.O.T.'s function.

She had some of her own ordinance with her at least, something she figured might nuetralize the child until she could find up what was really up. At best, she could capture the kid, and keep him for analysis by R.I.

Eripse would silently awww as the missle came screaming at her, preforming the very simple.... Tuck and Roll, b***h! Maneuver. Opening door, and flinging herself from the car with forearm up to protect her head, she'd let the car go boom and roll where it will, before getting up and dusting herself off, Small nicks and lacerations healing up in silence.... Before she makes a grand statement.

"Should have learned to use the brakes, I guess.." Before blinking quizzically at the whole lot of them, most likely swarming her by now. She'd meant no real hostile intentions, having finished her own agenda and arrived on the scene. Absently, Sealed flesh would blink open as her eye finishes it's little ressurection, and she reaches up to rub it absently.

Elsewhere, a very frustrated Gareth is cursing wildly under his breath as he rechecks the address of the legal building. He'd been trapped in crossfire three times already, at least five patrols had halted him and, at gunpoint, asked him his business, and he'd been ambushed twice by roving synthetics...and he hadn't even gotten six blocks away from home yet.

Gareth: "Where's a ********' TANK when you need one?!"

Then something leaps to the forefront of Gareth's mind...that brushed steel case he stowed under his bed, the one that looked large enough to hold something the size of a laptop. An evil grin creeps across his features as he turns around and begins to salvage what he can from the remains of the last ambush group. In particular, he focuses on their armaments, inner wiring, and skeletal structures.

Gareth: "They didn't call my teacher a scrapsmith fer nothin'..."

Eripse would frown at the three, crossing her arm over her breasts as a scowl of disapproval scrawled her features.

"Is that any way to greet the girly who gave you your window here? Not to mention handled a nine foot tall freaking metal man."

A huff, firm from her lips blows her locks neatly out of her face. Guns had been in her car. She was unarmed, as far as appearances gave her. Darkened talons lifted from breasts, giving a wave. The men would feel a darkness over their weapons, a wrongness... If they chose to pull the triggers, nothing would happen. Combustion failure, anyone?

"I come in peace, take me to your leader?"