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Dante stood on a corner across the road from the NPA field office right there in Asteria City, his eyes focused on it for only a moment before he looked around at all of the cars and people making their way to work and appointments. The Afro-Spanish man took a step back from the street as white van sped down the road.

People nearly crashed into each other, and some actually bumped other vehicles, as the van cut through traffic and almost caused a pileup. Angry people shouted and yelled at the van's driver, some whipping out their phones to call the police and report a hit and run. The law wouldn't have to look very far as the van turned off from the road and headed straight towards the NPA office's front entrance.

The driver ducked down, clearly hoping to avoid bullets, debris and glass when, if, he made it all the way to his target.

Dante began to cross the street as this happened, delivery trucks already on the scene breaking off from the normal flow of traffic and moving up closer to the building. More began to approach from other directions. In total there had to be about ten trucks, each one blocking traffic. The drivers of each truck jumped out, quickly scrambling to open their truck's back doors.

Out came men and women dressed in dark blue jumpsuits and wearing armored vests. Most of them carried rifles, though a slect few carried what seemed to be grenade launchers. Those with the launchers fired them in many different directions, mostly towards the NPA office and the street.

The fired shells didn't explode normally, they did burst open to spread tear gas. The attackers were hoping to confuse the people around them, keep them from knowing what hit them until they were hit ten times over if it could be managed.

"We're ready to move." One of the attackers said, she and the others taking cover behind their trucks and newly abandoned vehicles.

"Give the order."