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Eric looked down on the scene with disgust. Not only did the soldiers attempt to kill the student, they were stupid enough not to incorporate additional security systems into the capsule after receiving it, and they were inept enough to allow her to get that close to it in the first place. Hell, they could've stopped all of this from even happening if the man that was supposed to be watching the damn thing hadn't fallen asleep on the job!

All this, despite the fact that they should've been at a higher state of readiness than they'd ever been in before. Area 11 was being watched by the world. A purge of the lower ranks would have been immediate if it weren't for the fact that doing so would most likely remove about ninety percent of their overall combat effectiveness. So as it was, Eric was here, ready to clean up this mess before it got even worse, with a squad of Knightmares standing by to move in on his orders.

He deactivated the noise-cancelling effect on his headset, and replaced the generic reflective sunglasses with his normal prescription, mentally reminding himself for the thousandth time to get a prescription pair. It was when he could actually see clearly to take the shot that something in him clicked. He... he knew who was down there. The memory was a distant one, back when he lived as a royal, and not a soldier. That girl... Could it really be...

The drop was not a big one, ten feet at the most. He landed silently behind the girl, and stood up. "Alexia?"

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Lexi knew that things were going bad when she was caught in the ghettos outside of the pristine Britannian area of Tokyo. She'd heard about the purges of the Ghettos back during the Black Rebellions. was she about to get caught in one?

Her situation wasn't a good one, not if she was stopped and searched. She was a Euro, and, technically, Euros weren't allowed to carry guns or knives in Japan, or be in possession of components that could be readily made into a gun. Since she had a fully-loaded pistol in the holster riding on the inside of her jacket, a Swiss multi-tool in her pocket containing three separate blades, and a disassembled .50 sniper rifle in a hidden compartment under the seat of her bike, she was hoping to just about every deity that she'd heard of that the Britannians weren't about to discriminate against Euros right now.

She opened the throttle on her bike even further, rushing towards the bridge to the freeway overpass that would hopefully take her out of this hellhole in the making.