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When the gun shots were fired people threw themselves to the ground or ducked for cover, in Simona’s case it worked as a perfect temporary distraction from the bulky man who got a well hammered punch into his most sensitive body-part which made him topple over.
She then stood up and got the worst of her uniform back in place as she saluted Captain Briggs when she approached. Her uniform had been torn in places and a few bottoms had been ripped off, could have been far worse so she considered herself darn blessed…Well, at least till she noticed the tiny blood stains on her sleeves. Bloody stars, that’ll never come off!

She nodded to her orders though she didn’t immediately jump to do them, she waited till the Captain was finished talking with the rag-tag leader and then approached the man, “You called it. One, nil,” she said with a wide smirk on her face and then marched off to get her lost beret and get to work.

Simona gathered her unit and evaluated the damages they had suffered during the skirmish; a few were sent the medics’ way while the rest were to stay and clean up the worst of the mess in the square. While the women had gotten beaten rather badly they still felt victorious, the men’s captain had made the call for the fight to end and they saw that as a sign that he had thrown the towel in the ring, that and the fact that they had been fighting fair (meaning no knife stabbing, strangling, hijacking vehicles and driving anyone down) only boosted their morale.

When they finished Simona ordered her unit into their new HQ and then went to see a medic. Her bionic eye was showing signs that it needed to get tuned and while it wasn’t a medic’s expertise, it was still worth a shot.