Distortion

[Kaze]

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Nearby apartment B-19-5,
Planet Manhattan, New York

"IR scans indicates two bodies."

Putting the data-pad away, Titanium, did a mental double check on her gear. Looking around, she was alone on the rooftop of the building in front of the target. Twenty hours of surveillance had come to an end and now she was in closed communication with her 'support'. The date, time and locale were not picked randomly. Weather, traffic, security, surveillance, routines, access and exits were taken in account and extrapolated into an actionable scenario. Leaning against the inner wall of the rooftop access corridor, she flipped a switch on a small electronic device that was being fed by the cameras and sensors placed at the ledge of the building. The devices were suddenly pulled towards it, finally locking each one of themselves into the main switch. Titanium stowed it away in her pack, making sure nothing was left to chance.

"Biometrics are the same, and I have followed the imprint for the past three hours. They are asleep."

Lowering her helmet visor, the display became active with the HUD calculating distances and offering valuable numbers for the action ahead. Making sure nothing was left behind on the rooftop, she pulled out the handgun from the holster and doubled-checked the ammo.

"Yes. I am certain she will have a weapon at hands reach. Thus this method of insertion is the most viable. Be prepared to act. I am executing in twenty seconds. Time."

A countdown display showed up on the top right corner of her HUD. Pacing to the other end of the rooftop she prepared herself and poised for a run. A lightning bolt ominously appeared in the background, kilometres away. The countdown ticked on the ten seconds mark and she exploded forward, gaining the much needed momentum for the jump.

As her feet touched the ledge, she jumped with all the power her bionic legs could muster, crossing the distance through the rain. With her body started to drop onto the target window, the lights of the whole city block disappeared around her. Her hand rose, handgun ready, and let loose a high impact round, that turned the protection window into small shards of glass. Swiveling her body and leaning her legs into the opening, her feet landed with a loud thump and she curled her body and hit the bed full on with her back, causing it to break and be thrown away alongside its occupants. A yelp was heard as bodies, parts and fabric were shoved against the opposite wall and by the time the last piece of glass has hit the ground, Titanium was already up and pulling what remained of sheets and broken bed frames out of the way until her target. A hand rose, male. She pulled it and alongside came a man who was then thrown like a rag doll against a nearby wall, leaving a depression on it. His body fell over the vanity, either dead or unconscious. Trailing her gun at the woman that was trying to look for something, probably a handgun of her own, Titanium lunged and grabbed her by the throat, rising her effortlessly in the air, making her grasp for air and trying to release the hold.

"Miss Kidman. You are wanted somewhere else."

Quickly spinning the gun in her hand, she grabbed it by the barrel and pistol whipped Una in the head, who then lost her consciousness. Looking around, she holstered the handgun and dropped Una without ceremony. Restraining her, Titanium propped Una up over her shoulder and as she was looking back at the window, a small groan was heard. The man was trying to get up. Not thinking twice, she let a round out of the handgun onto the man and holstered it.

"Package collected. Jumping to exfil."

Kicking what remained of the bed to the side, she cleared a path to jump again, this time out of the window. Breathing in, she dropped a small black pack, not bigger than a data-pad at her feet and then she lunged once again, this time with a heavier load. The drop came sooner, as expected, but the path was true and she landed feet first on top of a awaiting hover cargo car, that had placed itself out of the flying corridor, leaving a foot indentation on it. Pulling a small hatch on the rooftop, she dropped Una into it, and followed her in. A man in his thirties nodded at Titanium as he accelerated the cargo car. A small comm came to her radio.

"Pickup complete. Leaving the scene."

As the hover car sped up, Titanium pulled a small backpack from under the seat and started to remove the contents. First, a scanner that she placed around Una's wrist. Blood was taken and for a long second, it made all the necessary tests. A green signal indicated it was a match. Content with the outcome, Titanium shoved a needle into the knocked out woman neck, emptying the contents into her blood stream and started to undress her.

"Status?"

Titanium asked to her driver.

"No tails. Scanners are green. Switch and bait in place. ETA, 4 minutes."

The man replied without taking his eyes of the 'road'. Titanium nodded and after a couple of minutes, her charge was dressed into common clothes and ready. Pulling a knife from her belt, she proceeded to stab her in non-vital areas and allowed the blood to spread, without eliciting reactions from Una. Applying another injection to Una, she threw the needle to the side and proceeded to remove the top layers of her attire, revealing also common clothes. Titanium then started to spread Una's blood all over her.

"ETA, 20 seconds."

Her driver said, putting Titanium into action. Grabbing Una and propping her up with one arm under armpit, they seemed the visual explanation of a night on the town gone wrong. The cargo car halted and the doors opened, showing an empty hover taxi. The man removed his mask and jumped to the driver spot, as Titanium placed Una lying down on the back seat and sat at her side. The man then pulled his data-pad and introduced some commands. The cargo car soon started to speed away and disappeared into the skyline. The hover taxi then turned around and left towards the east, where the sun was now starting to rise.

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Freighter Gallowgas,
In-transit to Pittsburgh, New York

"What do you mean the AO is compromised?"

Titanium asked on the comms. The reply soon came and her lips slightly twisted in disgust. Xenos. She knew that using the Xeno controlled part of Pittsburgh would bring issues and arise difficulties. But that was why Spartan and Cerise were there for. She looked at the ship status screen ahead. Touchdown in ten minutes.

"I will be on-planet in ten minutes. On-site in twenty five, via hover. Upon my arrival, blow everything up. Sow confusion. Whatever it takes to allow the package to reach one of our ships. Make sure nothing survives."

She spoke with authority and closed up the comm. Turning back, the woman was now bandaged but still out of commission. Using the emergency vehicles for access to the medical care units and their transports was a good idea and allowed them to leave the planet uncontested. It would take days for the trail to be picked up and then it would end in Pittsburgh, cold. Grabbing her backpack, she pulled whatever combat gear she had left. Two grenades. A small combat blaster, a handgun and two knifes. More than enough, she surmised. The plan in her head did not placed her in frontal combat, especially against a Xeno gang of twenty or more.

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Rockabilly Pads,
Pittsburgh, New York

Cerise was a true terrorist alright. Her placement of explosives was if nothing, evil. Not overly effective in terms of combat, but it managed to shake the enemies to their core. Using two charges to throw the remains of a deceased Xeno over the main enemy body managed to throw them off for some seconds. Titanium managed to make the best of the distraction provided by Spartan and Cerise and had finally closed the ship cargo hold by now, the package safely tucked away.

"Package loaded. I'm turning back to support you."

A reply came into the comm.

"What do you mean you don-"

The ground shook and cracks opened through the entrance of the pad facility. Flames and explosions burst out from the ground, throwing bodies, burning and not to the sky. Cerise planted shape charges and did a tandem timed detonation in the fuel and power lines. Effective.

"Very well. Move out. Silver, package is underway."

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