Somnambulance [Retconned]

[Toaster]

Olivia quickly dashed through the doorway, mag rifle raised before her. The warehouse interior was dark, the only source of illumination coming from windows set into the roof a dozen meters above. The mercenary ducked behind a stack of crates and observed her now quiet surroundings.

Rows upon rows of steel shelves, some nearly reaching the roof, filled the storehouse, most of them empty. In empty spaces between, Olivia could make out excavation equipment and archeological tools - excavators, mining carts, heaps of power tools, and other forgotten gadgets. Some thirty yards away, close to the structure's center, she found what she had come for. A pile of crates, trunks, and bags, Bretonian markings barely visible on them in the dim light.

Olivia ducked out from behind her cover, carefully moving down the aisles towards the supply shipment, using the deep, dark shadows of the shelves around her for concealment. Her enemy, however, did the same. A man twice her size spun out from behind a rack, scattergun raised towards her. Cursing, Olivia dove to the ground, landing hard on the warehouse's steel floor. A storm of buckshot tore through the space her body had occupied an instant earlier. She rolled to the side in time to avoid a second blast that dented the deck and sent pellets ricocheting through the air.

Before the assailant could fire a third time, she jumped up into a low crouch and leapt at him, swatting at his gun with her rifle. Both weapons went flying off to the side, clattering loudly to the floor. Olivia crashed into the man, shoulder first. His breath exploded out of him and he stumbled backwards, but caught himself on the shelves. Olivia landed in a crouch, drawing a knife from its sheath on her thigh. Her opponent caught his breath and growled angrily, then charged at her, arms held wide to catch her. He was quick, she gave him that, but his sheer size rendered him lumbering compared to herself. Deftly, she ducked under his swinging arms, spinning around him as he passed her, and sliced at the backs of his knees.

With a cry of pain, the man tripped and fell hard to the floor. Before the man could raise himself onto all fours, Olivia leapt over to his side and rammed her blade into his back, aiming for his heart. Lifelessly, her opponent slumped back onto the deck.

But before Olivia could catch her breath, a hail of bullets whizzed through the air at her, pinging off of metal shelves around and the steel wall behind her. With a curse, Olivia dropped to the floor beside the corpse, using it for cover. She reached down and drew her handgun from its holster, raising it up to her head, and cautiously glanced over the dead body into the warehouse.

A second burst of gunfire shot at her and forced her to duck down again. She could hear the sound of bullets striking her meaty cover, pushing the body towards her. She had, however, seen the source of the attack, the weapon's muzzle flash giving away the shooter's position behind a stack of wooden palettes a few empty shelf rows away. Olivia waited out a third volley, then jumped to her feet and ran down her aisle, perpendicular to her enemy's location. A hailstorm of bullets followed her, but in the dim light her opponent had difficulties tracking her. Breathing hard, she rounded her enemy's cover and skid to a halt. She raised her pistol, aiming through the empty shelves, and pulled the trigger once, twice, thrice. A cloud of splinters erupted from the wooden stack and she could hear a man scream out in pain, followed by the dull thump of a body hitting the floor.

The warehouse fell quiet again.

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Olivia Sable