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On the second floor of Government Center, Parliament's chambers and the Prime Minister's office are housed. The hallway boasts Terran paintings and sculptures and doorways to some temporary offices.
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Government Center Second Floor

On the second floor of Government Center, Parliament's chambers and the Prime Minister's office are housed. The hallway boasts Terran paintings and sculptures and doorways to some temporary offices.

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Government Center Second Floor is a part of Government Center.

4 Places in Government Center Second Floor:

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The Warlock [9] A mysterious man with a connection to the occult.
Ophel R'enth [0] A dancer of blades with the eye of a hawk and the voice of a dragon.
Tomás [0] It's just me a Morty.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: Sullen Marines Character Portrait: Lindsey Holiday
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#, as written by Nemo
The marines tensed, not backing down. "If there's something you WANT you can ask for it and we can see if we can get it for you. But we're not going to give you ANYTHING so long as you've got fucking weapons trained on us. Put'em down, and we'll see what we can do about this freelance organization you represent..."

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Randin meanwhile, was not making any more progress in understanding why he was here. Even if he COULD help the two of them smooth things over with the WCPD, why should he? How was he to know that these were the good guys? What if they were just in it for their own interest?

He groaned and nestled into his seat.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: Sullen Marines Character Portrait: Lindsey Holiday Character Portrait: Damion Teller
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#, as written by Zarhara
Ivan listened to the Marines and to Carolina, "Good Choice as for your objective this is a TNG facility so I'd start playing nice with these marines and maybe they will help you." He said. He relaxed considerably but kept a hand on his pistol. This wasn't his op anymore the package was secure.
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Two more knight XV armored SUV's approached the scene both were clearly Marked as S.E.C. Out of the Armored Cars filed out security forces.They approached Holidays wrecked car but only set up a perimeter. These things were made to secure VIP'S it was very difficult to get one out.

Then from the sky came another vehicle a hovercar luxury class. It landed swiftly and a man in a suit jumped out and walked over to the vehicle. He held a simple key non electronic it was one of a few but it served a purpose they key was special with a specific magnetic signature in moments he had the door open and was helping Holiday out.

"Damion take over the clean up I'm going to have a word with these people." She said as she walked over toward the Puma and up to Randin behind her the security forces and the three commandos trained weapons on the vehicle. "Excuse me sir a word if I may?" She asked her voice was kind her personality different from when she was in the vehicle. She could have ordered an arrest but she decided against it.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: Sullen Marines Character Portrait: Lindsey Holiday Character Portrait: Damion Teller
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"Like I said" Carolina said with a hard edge to her voice, "It was your choice Marine." With that she opened fire. Moving with speed unmatched She fired paralising shots of locking paint as she sung and struck with the taser rod. In moments it was over. The Marines, though stunned, could still breathe, but were unable to move for some time. "I told you, it was your choice Marines, you did it, not me."

She turned towards the lone commando. "Sometimes, I don't play favorites. Other times I do, this was one of those times I do not." With that she stepped through the hole in the wall, picked up her Gravtiy Hammer and then went to the door and all but broke it open. On the other side a figure stood, bathed in soft white light and with data scrolling across his body. No larger then ten inches in hight the strange hologram floated in the air.

Puma put a hand to her forehead, this was going to be a long day. When she heard the voice of the woman however she disappeared from the armrest projection station and then appeared at eye level, her nine and a half inch frame of dark red backlit from behind she spoke, her voice echoing slightly. "Greetings. I am ONI Section III Experimental Weapons Devision AI PUMA. I must apologise for disabliing your transport. Leaving like you were presented a possible theft of important ONI SecIII EWD material that we cannot allow to fall into the wrong hands. Protocolo dictated that I was to disable your transport to ensure further questioning by a Recovery Agent." Randin still seemed out of it. Unfortunate for him, Puma was really just getting started.

Puma then noticed the dust on the woman she was speaking to. "I must apologise again." echoed the AI's voice, "Had I known there were others beyond the wall I'd have waited before opening a pathway for our Agent to complete her mission. With primary and secondary routs blocked, a tertiary route was then established. You were caught in the crossfire. By your exit, it was naturally assumed you were our cuplrit. We see otherwise now."

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: Sullen Marines Character Portrait: Lindsey Holiday Character Portrait: Damion Teller
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#, as written by Nemo
The marines returned fire, but of course, they had not been anticipating Carolina's inhuman speed, nor were they expecting her advanced weaponry. In a few moments, all of them stood paralyzed, unable to engage Carolina further.

The sound of thudding metal boots resounded down the hall. More were on their way. Carolina would need to make her escape quickly. Now that she'd fired on TNG troopers, there was no stopping them from doing the same.

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Randin could only hold on to his hat as Puma relentlessly pursued her objective. He still had no idea what was going on, but he supposed he deserved this. He HAD gotten into the strange car with the strange woman, after all. He only hoped they weren't doing anything TOO illegal.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina
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Carolina stepped up to the Ai that floated in the air "Endless Summer, are you there ?" She asked as she dropped to one knee. She made sure both her pistols were loaded with the locking paint. It did the job for the most part and kept her safe. As far as she was aware, none sent to delay her had been killed. Just, stunned.

The Ai came into full appearence, "That I am" He replied, its voice echoing slightly as it spoke. "One of our soldiers in the field incerted me in the network here in order to maintain a Overt Battlenet oversight. I was never suspected or found until I activated the recovery beacon when an enemy soldier attempted to eject me from the network."

That explains the body on the floor. Carolina thought as she stepped forwards, Endless Summer jumped into her armor network from the Terran Battlenet as she passed through the AI. Her active blending system shifted and she appeared then as a Terran Marine. A perfect match to them in fact. It could work for the moment to get free of this building. "Recovery One to Command, come in Command."

"Go ahead Recovery One" Came the reply

"I have Endless Summer, our beacon. I'm picking up two more. And I have incoming hostiles at this time. Advise ?" Carolina reported as she moved through the room to the main entery door.

"Return to Puma and head for Five Thre Two for extraction." A NAV appeared on Carolina's HUD. Perfect. "Command out." Carolina turned and exited the room using the door. as she did so she came out behind the newly arrived marines. With the lights out, none notced her inside the computer server room. If they did see her, they'd think her one of them. A Terran Marine making sure everything was all good. Which it mostly was. Either way these Marines were not very skilled and could not keep up with her to begin with.

Puma seemed slightly bored. And if she was even the least bit bored, it meant a lot of trouble. She had no brakes that worked on her massive M12 LRV rig. So going anywhere with sane driving was out of the question. However Puma's radio activated and started rattling off, in spanish, news of recent bullfights. However the hologram reappeared next to Randin, tapping her foot Puma grumbled "What the hell am I gonna do with a carsick passenger ?" She was clearly unhappy with Randin's lack of progress at this point, which meant a whole ton of trouble to come for sure. After all, Puma was insane. It came with the job of being beyond metastable.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: Sullen Marines Character Portrait: Lindsey Holiday
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#, as written by Zarhara
Ivan watched as the others around him went down. He was left stunned by the woman's speed. He heard more marines coming down the hall but it seemed taking this woman on would be a bad idea. Instead he knelt down inspecting the damage that had already been done.

"Get Holiday out of her command it's not safe there are bogies loose here." He reported as he left the building himself, they would be back he was sure of that they had business to discuss with the Terrans but for now they would leave the Terrans to clean up this mess.

The security officers led Holiday to her vehicle and then the two armored vehicles along with their security team and the commandos left the government center. Damion ensured the broken vehicle was hauled away before he left as well. He didn't like loose ends and this was the only way he would be sure it was taken care of. Then he finally left in his hover car.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: Sullen Marines Character Portrait: Lindsey Holiday Character Portrait: The Warlock
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Exiting the speakers office located on the fourth floor, A man clad in business attire casually makes his way toward the source of the awful racket from earlier. He looks around, cane held tightly in his left hand as he surveys.


" A shame...I didn't even get to watch "


He pays little attention to the scene unfolding, preferring to wallow in his own self pity from the looks of it. Something would be off about this man however, should one look at him. At first glance he was human but, even a human with no training in the occult could sense something about the suited man, something possibly....malicious?

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina
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Puma watched as the woman left with a group of armed guards. Well, she did apologise, there was little need if any at all, for an armed escort like that! Puma for the moment, took slight offense at the actions the men with the woman were taking. But chose after a few minutes of thought to ignore it. Instead she turned her attention back on Randin. "If you upchuck anywhere inside your immediate seating area, I will activate the seat ejection system." She said, her arms crossed as she floated in the air directly before Randin. The man looked a bit green around the gills.

Carolina heard the last soldier flee the area, as if saying 'screw this I'm gone!' The lone 'Terran Marine' Stepped into the hall. Holding a pistol in one hand she spoke, her voice deeper and sounding like a male soldier to the Marine in charge. "Room's clear." With Endless Summer running her systems, Carolina was able to properly mask herself and blend in perfectly with the other Marines. Even her Gravity Hammer had disappeared.

If only she had Maine's Knifle.

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Character Portrait: The Warlock Character Portrait: Dravor Lash
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#, as written by Zab
Another man would approach behind the first one. Though shrouded slightly by the building's inner design, something seemed, well, off. His skin was definitely Caucasian, but the upper half of his face seemed to be shrouded in some unnatural darkness, shielding his nose and up from sight. Even with advanced technology, his face would be indiscernible, as if that was his face, darkness included. A faint outline of a butler-esque moustache, however, could be seen. He bore a suit, plain and simple, with both of his hands behind his back. Grasping one hand with the other, he walked towards the other man's backside after moving out of a nearby doorway, moving to the other's left hand side. His head seemed to drift towards where the action was happening.

"Ah, it does seem that you are a bit too late to participate in the fun."

His voice was of an average quality, sounding at an age that placed him somewhere close to around 60 years of age. Though this more gruff voice, it would appear that his voice was being kept down lower, as if to only apply to the other man standing before him.

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" I suppose that is just how things are....You think they'll tell us to leave? Perhaps we should involve ourselves? "

The man speaks to the new arrival with very little concern for privacy it would seem, his words quite capable of being heard by anyone within the vicinity. He casually raises his right hand, sliding it into his coat, withdrawing a cigar mere moments later from an inner pocket. Without even moving, He further addresses his apparent associate.

" Got a light? I seem to have left mine back at the office "

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Character Portrait: The Warlock Character Portrait: Dravor Lash
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The older male figure would reach into his right pocket with his right hand. Grasping an object, his hand comes up and out of his pocket, revealing a silver lighter with a red-and-gold top. With a flick of his wrist, the lighter's top half opened up in the traditional way. Another flick of his thumb along the lighting wheel would cause the inner wick to light itself on fire. A slow hand moved the lighter's flame to the other's cigar, setting the tip of it alight.

Withdrawing his hand and flicking the lighter closed, the older man proceeded to put the lighter back within his right pocket, and he resumed his former position of his hands behind his back, one grasping the other.

"Well, that choice is up to you, yes? I doubt they could do anything you wouldn't want, anyway."

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Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma
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While outside waiting for Carolina to return Puma noticed three things on her sensors. The first was Sheila once more was uploaded to the Oribital MAC network, and ten of those guns were aimed towards her. Well fuck me! Puma thought. Sheila still held a grudge against her for being with Lopez so much. To Randin the AI hologram said "Make sure you are buckled in. Hold on to that hat. I do hope you did not get much of that coffee in your system because there wont be a chance to stop for a bathroom break" With that the hologram diappeared and the engine rumbled to life.

'Recovery One, Got some trouble out here, meet up with you later. Sheila's not happy at the moment. Laters.' Puma radioed before hitting the gas, Randin buckled in her passenger seat. Without brakes this was going to be an insane ride for sure. That and Puma did not possess any barf bags onboard either. Puma hit the gas and she was off with her rather ill passenger.

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Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: The Warlock Character Portrait: Dravor Lash
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#, as written by Nemo
The Terran Guardians stormed onto the scene, gauss rifles trained at the forward as they searched for Carolina. Given that the Spartan had camouflaged herself to look just like the other marines, there was no way they could immediately tell the difference.

That said, Guardians DID have on-screen scouters that would allow them to track her energy-signature eventually. Carolina was safe for now, but not for long.

"Corner round the back!" they shouted, quickly storming out of the room.

As they left, a tall, broad man in a grey suit approached Warlock and Dravor Lash.

"Gentlemen," he implored them, "please, this is not a safe area. I insist you come with me away from all this chaos..." He smiled at them both before introducing himself. "Parliament Chairman Rubano Malijin of the Terran National Government, at your service." He bowed at the waist. "Please, follow me this way."

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"Buckle in?!" Randin screamed. He was already holding on for dear life. How much worse could this ride get? "You need to pull over NOW!! You are performing some SERIOUS traffic violations!"

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Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: The Warlock Character Portrait: Dravor Lash
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"Can't" Puma said over the loud roaring of her motor, "No brakes!" She tore down the road towards the highway at just under 300KMH. She took a turn on two wheels and nearly plowed clean into a office building had she not taken the left at 73rd street and hit the open manhole and in a heartbeat was barrelrolling down East 73rd Street towards the highway as behind them a massive explosion occured as a MAC round plowed into the pavement. "Hopefully I'll be seeing Lopez in one piece." Puma mumbled as she zoomed down the street

Carolina noticed the Marines with their weapons as they began searching the rooms in the area. She paid no heed to the new comers however. Her primary goal was to get Endless Summer and get out. But someone had to fuck up the plan and delay her. Which resulted in the completely stunned up marines standing and laying around in the hall.

'Agent Carolina, I must inform you of the chances of getting out of here unnoticed by these underprepared soldiers are decreasing at a rate of .98 with every passing minute. The scanners they possess track unknown energy sources.' Endless summer said through her internal helmet comm network

'So what else is new ? Odds ?' Carolina asked. Thankful that her armor was soundpoofed unless she wanted to speak to the other soldiers.

'Exactly 61 percent chance of being descovered by one of these marines. Even while using the Terran Battlenet, the chance is not fully decreased.' Endless Summer replied

'Using the battlenet, can that increase our chances of not being descovered ?' Carolina asked.

'In the battlenet there are orders for certain groups, they are heavily encrpyted. It may take some time to get through them. Through the Battlenet I may be able to mask our energy signature as an offical Terran energy source for their power armor.' Endless Summer said.

'Just tell me what the odds are when you're done' Carolina grumbled. She acted like one of the Marine soldiers as they checked the rooms carefully.

'Done, chances of being discovered have been lowered, our chances of being undiscovered have increased from 38 to 71 percent. Orders are jumbled for these marines. Something of a bomb set up within this building complex.' Endless Summer was a busy AI.

'Drop a NAV for me, I can disengage it. Maybe even warp it out with the teleport grenades.' Carolina said, a second later the NAV point appeared on her HUD. Perfect. Along with a countdown timer.

'Done. I have also included a countdown timer. The make and construction of the explosive device is unknown, yet it is very perimitive. I suggest teleporting the device into space, or a open area, or deep within the sea if possible.' Endless Summer was running calculations of what could occur should something go wrong.

'Not enough time to dunk it in the sea; I can however teleport it out. Until then, lets act the part of one of their soldiers.' Carolina loved it when she got to act like she was part of her enemies team. In recovering Endless Summer, those that delayed her became her tempoary enemies. They got in the way. But none of them were killed off. Just, frozen in place.

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Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: The Warlock Character Portrait: Dravor Lash
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Sizing up the chairman, The Warlock simply nods his head casually, bringing his cigar up and to his lips a mere moment later. Puffing out some of the smoke, The warlock looks around one final time then back to the Chairman.


" Agreed, The rank-and-file can take care of things here. Forgive me, I've forgotten my manners. You may call me Alistair Smith. "


With that, The Warlock simply awaits to be lead elsewhere, uncaring of whether or not the Chairman would be aware of his covers status in society. This alias was a renowned capitalist, one with a questionable yet effective code of ethics when it came to business. As he waits, The Warlock steals a quick gaze at Carolina in her disguised form, an amused, spine chilling grin forming upon his face for only a brief moment. As he looks away, he ponders internally at the hilarity of the situation unfolding.

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Character Portrait: Randin D. Kaye Character Portrait: Rubano Malijin Character Portrait: The Pretty Puma Character Portrait: Agent Carolina Character Portrait: The Warlock Character Portrait: Dravor Lash
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#, as written by Nemo
The frozen marines had begun to thaw, and the battalion was now headed towards the Office of the Prime Minister to look for a non-existent bomb. Of course, the TNG military frequency had an AI of its own, one that would eventually be able to detect the faulty orders and trace it back to its origin. Carolina, perhaps, did not have as much time as she thought she did.

Rubano, meanwhile, was leading his guests safetly down the grand hallways of the Government Center.

"You must forgive the attacks, Mr. Smith," he said, "Terra is quite an oddity of a planet, as you doubtless know. Super Saiyan showdowns and massive battle-royales are the norm, I'm afraid. We try and keep order as best we can." He looked to Warlock. "If you do not mind me asking, what are you doing here in the Government Center? Perhaps there is something I can assist you with?"

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"Well when we stop," Randin growled, "IF we stop, I am going to slam you with a traffic ticket SO BIG you'll have to sell yer'own engine to pay HALF OF IT off!"

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" Ah, I've come to lend my "support" in matters pertaining to just what you described. The Oddities..."


Smith stops, letting forth another puff of cigar smoke, closing his for a moment to savor the brief event.


" I Think we should talk elsewhere but know that my offer includes a very generous sum of funds and support. "


The Warlock had played this game for an extremely long time. His face was home to a half cocked, superior than the average man grin. He could have an agenda as no true businessman wouldn't have one, a way to profit from the investment at a later date. The question was however, Would his offer be heard?

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Agent Carolina
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'Warning: A silent alarm has been triggered. Chances of being dicovered have increased to 51 percent. I suggest finding an exit that does not include getting shot at. I am in this suit too' Endless Summer said.

Great 'Say again ?' Carolina asked. Silent alarms meant someone was already tracking them before they even arrived!

'Rudimentary AI have been discovered within the Terran Battlenet. One moment.' Endless Summer replied. Carolina felt him seem to shut down within her suit and for a fleeting moment she thought she had been discovered, the lights in the area were still out. 'Done, I've managed to reroute all file pathways for orders of you joning a TMC squad to make sure this level of the complex is secure. Once our part is done, we leave.'

That'll work, 'Order was given through.....' Carolina asked

'UNSC Marathon Class Cruiser, Dead or Alive requested you to join a TMC squad for classified reasons. Any searches will dead end.' Endless Summer said, 'The AI in this system are.... rather dumb.' That made Carolina smile, so the odds of them getting caught decreased right ? Endless Summer proved it. 'Your chances of successfully recovering me and returning to Ready or Not without being fully discovered have increased to exactly 67.82 percent. There are other AI in the battlenet, these are more.... complex. I may need time to set up my firewalls against them.'

Carolina smiled, as long as there were no Holographic Locks, she'd be fine.

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Character Portrait: Terran Marine Command Character Portrait: Agent Carolina
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"Warning; Mutiple Terran Dropships on approach. We need to get moving to a better location to meet up with Five Seven Niner." Endless Summer said. Things were really starting to get heated over something. "The Terran Battlenet is bogged down with orders, directions, and other minutae. It is a logicistal nightmare. I can find us a route out. But it will take some doing."\

'Do what's needed, I can handle things from here.' Carolina said. Without a word she then activated her blending camo system and headed through the darkend halls headed towards the elevator banks at first, then turning and going for the stairwell and heading, of all places. Downwards. a NAV point appeared on Carolina's HUD.

"Head for the NAV point. It leads to the sewer network and to the buildings across the street. Worst comes to worst we can always exit through the lobby if need be." Endless Summer then began to sysamtically shunt all resources of the Terran dumb AI into overloading, allowing him easier access and above all else, the resources to match wits with the Terran smart AIs in the network. Which compared to Endless Summer, were pretty stupid.

'Anything better then the sewers ? If we must we can also head for open spaces.' Carolina replied. She turned a corner and took the stairs downwards to the lobby level, and then from there to the streets. There was some damaged transports there. Which were perfect for what she needed. She withdrew a purple energy ball, a plasma grenade, and chucked it after priming it. It stuck perfectly to a armored transport not far away. She did not have as good an arm as Donut, but it did the job.

"Good enough of a distraction. Quickly, follow the new NAV point. We can escape this mess and find a transport out of the city." Endless Summer tagged a nearby armored car parking garage. Perfect for what Carolina was going to need. Unless her speed systems were up and running properly. But when Carolina entered the parking garage she found it was loaded with several dozen troops. And none of them were Terran troops either. "Or we could find us some more enemy troops. I think this is a bad time to mention there were other hostiles in the area."

'Yeah, bad timing.' Carolina thought before she opened fire with her plasma rifles before diving for cover and throwing a frag, then a plasma grenade in tandem. Thinning the ranks of her enemies before moving deeper into the parking structure. Leaving smoking hulking armored wrecks in her wake. This was just not going to be easy. If that.