Ropey ropes

[Guest]

Oh the joy, Nikolaus has to stand his ass out here in this day to wait for Miss Sunshine Buttercups fresh from the bus, show her the ropes of things that are handled in Security, AND probably show her the meaning of police brutality, with the trusty help of a baton that would smash someone's face out. She should be finished from her academy, having already gotten wind of her graduation as... ambiguously talented in some ambiguous rate. He couldn't tell if she finished last, or first, or just in the middle. It was relatively murky in the details, but at least she has formalized military training despite the handicap she suffers from her eyepatch.

Yep, lack of in depth perception must suck major balls, but she was PROBABLY taught something to circumvent and overcome it. Aiming with one eye should help out, only problem is beating people to death. Yeah, use her really thin twiggy slender arms to beat them to death... or at least that's how he last remembered her. So note to self, he should note that she notably got buffer, if he sees her again. Raziah Dahl was it? Yeah, sounds like her name. Boot camp should have worked the kinks out in her muscles, and as an alchemist, she should be getting state soon at a commission if she impresses the right people, which by right people, it'd be Nikolaus Stuka, the Brigadier General now.

So yeah, he was in front of the HQ's main entrance, both hands on each distinct saber left and right, resting on the pommel. Awfully well armed for a field day with the new recruit, whom SHOULD be arriving with the batch of other cadets that should have completed their training at the road in front of Nikolaus, by bus. The smelliest bus around with the most confined of spaces, but hey, transportation all the same.

[Guest]

The sun hadn't yet bothered to rise, but nonetheless, a certain bed in a certain building in a certain city was already vacant. The room was not lit except for stray beams of remaining moonlight, and there was hardly anything to see but shades. One of 'em in rather humanoid shape was clearer then the rest, because it stood against the lighter then the rest of the room window like skylines and mountains against the sky. The city would be Amestris' Central, the building Central Security's Military School for basic Training's dormitory and the bed Military School Graduee Dahl's one. Although today her work schedule was empty, she'd made a point of getting up as early as possible. An empty schedule didn't mean that there were no more things to do, an empty schedule meant that one didn't have to do things anymore; because they passed graduation and were leaving the training facility to be dropped out into the real world, where gunshots didn't target dummies, but cost lives eventually; where the equivalent of an obstacle course was wild-goose-chasing target people trough fields, woods and cities or making a mad-dash escape from sensitive situations. And the redhead graduate did just that: Graduate with not quite flying colours, but a decent score. So the day that was about to come was the day she'd leave this facility and meet back with the person who had originally gotten her into this whole, not quite mess but uh, special business: Nikolaus Stuka, whatever rank he'd murdered himself up to. Yes, murdered indeed. Although Raziah was in fact a little bit more refined as well as toughened, maybe even matured, then before the whole military ordeal, he was still a crazy person with inconceivable reasoning to her. Not even the fact that he would be her super in a few hours time could change that.

“If anythin', i'll, like, just question him even more then ever. Cause i'll not take some crazy ass orders blindly. If he, like, expects that, he's gonn' be surprised.” she said to herself, while staring out the window with no real target to her glances. Her remaining eye just darted around the early morning sky and shape of central in daybreak light while thoughts trailed off and had her space out. There was little to do right now, except for waiting on things to come, the ride to the meeting place arriving and life actually going somewhere. All of the relevant belongings she'd have to take with her, the freshly appointed security solder had packed yesterday already. Anything that was not in the steel container belonged to the Uniform she'd have to put on eventually when the day progressed further: Black longsleeve-vest with gold trimmings, just as black and gold trimmed skirt, heeled boots, dark gray bodysuit, matching gloves and a beret bearing the insignia of Central Security, the department she'd be in. A classic formal uniform for any kind of deployment into places that are not a war zone. But right now, all that was not worn, but laid out on the bed in proper manner. Raz had not yet bothered to get dressed as it wasn't even time to get out of bed officially. She spend the time trailing thoughts, finding questions. Most of them were rather rhetoric and answered themselves almost immediately. But still they came up, she was new to all that was to come after all. Even though she had been trained to handle whatever the job could hold, reality looked just a tad bit different then training. Just a little tiny bit different. Of course she was sure of herself and what she had learned in training, still there was the unknown factor of the events that would come today if time went on. And people tend to be insecure about the factor named unknown.

As the minutes slowly inched past and the sun showed up at the horizon after all, Raziah got blinded by the first beam and was abruptly torn out of her train of thoughts and spacing out. This was quite the starting signal and so she finally, after countless time of standing at the window in nightwear, took up upon herself to get ready. Picking up the various pieces of cloth laid out on the bedsheet, she silently shuffled over to the door and left the room, was headed for the bathrooms. Still, not a word was spoken and not a person was actually up yet. So the girl had free choice of shower stall, hug the uniform over the holder that free'd as she took a towel and went ahead with the morning routine.
After being done with proper hygiene and drying herself off, the blue-eyed girl's first step was to get, surprisingly, not undies on, but picking up the leather-and-cloth strip that was the eye patch used to hide her biggest insecurity. Despite all discipline and training so far, she still wasn't in the clear with herself about this “sign of weakness and incapability” -even though it was neither her fault nor her choice to have this bad scar where normal people have eyes- and thus still felt like hiding that first and foremost. Minutes later; these minutes included brushing teeth and hair -with different tools mind you- as well was checking nails for possible dirtyness or damage; she got dressed fully and placed the beret-shaped hat on her head. Duty was about to call and Raziah would answer immediately. While telling herself she'd show people the awesomeness that was her original self, sharpened by military education. Or something along these lines she said herself, with a finishing look in the mirror and judging the getup to be all correct with all the rules.

About two hours later, people everywhere got busy as well, breakfast was had and the daily business started anew. People running laps, doing pushups, marching and lots of other bodily training. Yes, she's had a fair share of that stuff as well and was pretty happy to just observe it from now on. And only observe for the few moments it would take her to get over to the bus that was supposed to take the graduates into service, to meeting places across the region, depending to where they were assigned. Over the course of the dismissal ceremony, while it was more of an official farewellsaying by them instructors, the classic set of basic equipment had added itself to the range of her uniform: cuffs and a baton for those special cases, as well as a small caliber handgun and a short-bladed knife. Classic tools you absolutely cannot miss on duty, but also cannot obtain unless handed out on graduation. Of course she had learned to use either one of these correctly, if she had to. And she would have to eventually.
Equipped like that and trained like that, hence theoretically prepared, the female soldier got on the bus with fellow graduates. As the engine came to life and everyone ad take seat in the old, dirty thing that probably had served duty since before most of it's passengers were even planned by their parents, the view of training recruits quickly zoomed past into the distance. Again, the redhead quickly immersed herself in daydreaming and thoughts, blankly staring out of the window, observing things that flew past the speeding bus and ignoring the damp chatter of some other people on the ride. Only roughly she followed the stops and watched for when she had to get off the transport. But still managed to get off at the right one. That would have been a problem, if she messed up just this early in duty already. Lucky she actually didn't.

Duty had just started for Raziah Dahl then. She'd gotten off the transport along other people and now stood in front of Central HQ and thus in front of the crazy person. The -quick glance showed this- Brigadier General in person. The one responsible for her to even be here now. The person that had appeared numerous time throughout her life in Central and made it worse, most of the time. Nikolaus Stuka himself. Considering this was military and all, a proper salute was indeed recommended to report ready for duty without actual words.

[Guest]

Good grief, what was taking things too long?! He had other things to do, besides standing here, waiting for some lazy ass driver he'll definitely demote to janitor duty, to get a bunch of snot nosed recruits over to Security HQ. Sure, he could have had a subordinate, or some Chief underneath him greet them, but then nooo, that won't send the message of morale as it should to the graduated recruits, it would make it seem as if Nikolaus was an impartial douchebag despite the fact he really was. All the more reason to tick him off that he has to put up with all this deception, but besides, only thing that didn't make him run off was the ginger girl, Raziah.

Then lo and behold, his prayers (despite not really praying anyways) were answered. The bus arrived, in all of its fat bloated glory. Carrying inside the passengers he just HAS to congratulate over passing something all the recruits pass, and only a rare few fail. Big whoop. What should he do? Get a medal for them? Probably not, and best not give that idea to the Chancellor, whom no doubt would want to invent some medal JUST for passing graduation. That's not even the true crumb given the real action that comes from active duty.

So here he was, with a bus turning around to expose its sideways, its doors. They coiled back to lay its womb open for all the recruits to be off. Each of them stopping before Nikolaus Stuka, their superior officer. Including this one particular redhead Nikolaus had a harder time recognizing. Each of them saluted just as Raziah did.

"Congratulations! You have all graduated and are a part of Amestris's esteemed Security forces, where vigilance is the most important trait of every Security soldier." Nikolaus explains, his eyes scan those dumb students to spot Raziah of all of them, she was the only redhead, "All of you are dismissed to do your duties, report to the receptionist and get assigned a partner, except for..." He points his finger at Raziah Dahl, "...You. You get to stay here, Private Dahl."

One of the students look at Raziah, a big dumb brute of a male, "Looks like you're in trouuuuubleeee." Such was what he mouthed off, as he went. Being given a glare by Nikolaus for being a smartass. Causing the brute to be sent into a faster stride towards the building.

Soon as everyone deserted the place, and the bus drove away to leave the front in solitude save for Nikolaus and Raziah, the man eyed her skirt with a raised eyebrow. Might be one tad bit detail that MIGHT have been overlooked when it came to uniformity, not that a skirt is a huge problem, just as long as it extends far enough when she runs. But sheesh did Raziah change entirely, it's as if she was an entirely different person, just something seems changed about her face for some odd reason. Her body meanwhile looks more fit towards beating a man to death than the slender one he saw before more suited towards being anorexic "models" one typically sees on a billboard.

"So... tsk tsk tsk... there are such things called pants, helps with running after people." He says like how people usually say things, "We got ourselves a little job to do, just as long as you can run in them skirt, I get to show you the ropes of how we do shit around here. FEEL HONORED, me, taking my valuable time doing something important, just to teach YOU. Any objections Private Dahl?"

[Guest]

After the day of the longest prelude in forever, she had gotten off the bus to Central Security HQ and reported in for duty, just the day after graduation. Spiffy new uniform and everything. Alongside a bunch of other graduates as well. While they had stood in front of that Brigadier General, there was a distinctive silence, just like it was supposed to be. But the second They were ordered to break up the neat formation they had gathered in, the silence broke as well. Everyone except herself, Raziah, was ordered to get their assignments for the day. That seemed to be reason enough for that fatass guy she always wanted to impale butt first onto something spiky so hard it would come out the other end, to drop uncalled for comments. But still, for now, she said nothing, she'd get him off duty sooner or later, there wuld be fun times waiting. Mostly because he as well had given her “fun times” during basic training. There's always gotta be one bully, just sometimes there will be someone bullying the bully as well, or so she thought. For the time being a glance, stabbing and deadly as ten dozen daggers, would have to suffice. Duty was not the time for private endeavors.

ANYWAY. Back to the actual events. Everyone had scrammed into the building, except the one person giving the orders and the one person ordered to stay. The male was expecting a response to his query, the female still kept her attention took in the words of her super first, then composed a suited answer. Apparently he did not quite like the uniforms female version that HIS OWN department prescribed. “T'is the official formalwear uniform for Central Security Militants. I di'n't have a choice of clothing. But I assume it'll be, like, okay for regular duty ou'side of officially designated war zones.” Somehow, she expected a change in uniforming rules in the near future. If Nikolaus remembered to complain about it officially after today.
Another salute later, to accompany the official response to an officially asked question from a super, Raz answered. “No objections. I'm set for duty.” Good thing thoughts were private. Otherwise it would have been really bad, because hers at this moment moved along the lines of: This is part of your job, isn't it? You should not be complaining. Also, she noticed and thought, that he had not changed by any stretch of the imagination. Not aged visibly, still as crazy as always, still the same weird way of reasoning. He seemed to really act and be in service like she knew him to act everywhere else as well. Nonetheless, he must of become Brigadier General for something. And that something, she'd definitely like to learn over the time.

[Guest]

She did issue the transfer and it was accepted and the department she will serve in is security. Now do you know really what is the most beautiful thing about Security ? Well, it doesn't limit you to hunt down external threats. It gives you the chance to eliminate internal ones as well. Hunting down and eliminating are word equivalents for a four letters word...KILL. Security is good indeed, there will be abundance of blood here however it is not really the case...

Security involves apprehending criminals, spies, betrayers and traitors. And yes, in such circumstances blood will not be involved. She has to control her blood lust, that noble passion of hers for that source of life that courses in the veins of mostly all creations. For human, Chimerae and Homunculi in such feature are all alike.

The lessons she will undertake will pose her a challenge since it is easy to kill and it is not easy to let live. She will be trained to apprehend, to incapacitate and to master the art of abducting life. Well, she has been called to attend a certain course. She will learn this something new other than eliminating competition, the art of taking life.

In her military suit that is quite proud of. The black, golden and crimson which gives her that sense of regalia for such non-existent kingdom she was born to rule. Her sabre is there never leaving her waist and her USP elite as well. Her high heels led her and she arrived to the designated location where she to meet the instructor.

And certainly she was surprised to see the same man whose work of art she truly enjoyed and adored. He is now the brigadier general Nikolaus Stuka, Chief director of security. The symbol and rank in his collar is the mark that she clearly noticed. The gap between them increased giving her more the determination to do her new tasks with the utmost subtlety and vigil.

But he was not alone. There another who shared with her similarity in various aspects. They shared the same gender & rank and both were clad in golden and mostly black, Such a mighty color indeed. Her hair is a rainbow of biased colors where red ruled supreme with brown and orange are next in the line for the throne. A blue gem yearning and longing for a long lost twin yet neighbored by foreigner of a different structure and nature. Her skin speaks clearly of white accented in pale and her other avatar features are pleasure for the eye to see.

She found herself towering her comrade in arms at her side and to the brigadier general both the back of her boots kicked as a military salute was in order. She performed the military bow. Sergeant Angelika Arnwald, Reporting for duty. and again she was serious for she can not be else around this man.

[Guest]

"T'is the official formalwear uniform for Central Security Militants. I di'n't have a choice of clothing. But I assume it'll be, like, okay for regular duty ou'side of officially designated war zones."

Oh? Those monkeys at the department again and their tampering of the rules. So she wears a skirt, which SHOULDN'T happen in active duty within the city much to Nikolaus's understanding as much as happening in formal occasions and desk jobs. Right, desk jobs should have those, since they aren't expected to be physical. And another thing is that when chasing a suspect, to Nikolaus's understanding, some of the more shy feminine influences tend to expose what skivvies they wear. NOT A GOOD IDEA. Which leads the suspect to run away as they aim to cover what was shown. In the end, the wearing of skirts was inconclusive to Nikolaus.

"Fine fine, just as long as you don't throw a fuss over the occasional panty shot, THEN don't come crying to me when I told you to wear pants." Yep, Nikolaus told her straight up on the getgo. Feeling like a boss, because he is a boss, technically.

"Nobody else in this department wears skirts, and certainly not high heels, just look around and... and..."

"Sergeant Angelika Arnwald, Reporting for duty." He saw the comely visage saluting with a military bow, which was weird, but he'll have to teach her a salute is all that is needed for next time.

"Okay, nobody ELSE besides Sergeant Arnwald here wears high heels. I made my point, and I hope you understand Raziah."

Okay, so here is what Nikolaus inferred. Fate had a way of being an asshole cunt fucker, a spiteful one too. It decided to be on the contrary, JUST to prove him wrong that out of the majority of females, one liked to wear skirts and the other liked wearing high heels. Why must women insist on these aesthetic functions that impede practical applications?! Well, in all his years spent around one, he came up with the answer is because... they're women. That's it, nothing beyond that. There is little socioscience in the world to explain this phenomenon that Nikolaus beholds in a consistent basis.

So, he flung a set of car keys over to Angelika, gesturing for Raziah to come along as well as the Sergeant as he hopped over to the shotgun seat of the open top security sedan. Suppose he can show the sergeant as well some thing or two on how Security should act as well now that she is here, maybe JUST maybe she can show Raziah what to do in a combat situation as well, given she is a sergeant for good reason (or probably a not so good reason).

"Oy Sarge, take us over to Guzentis Avenue, just over to Unfric Street. You're coming as well Dahl, best not be messing this up, consider it a live test where fatality MAY be included, but is probably minuscule."

[Guest]

Just after they had started to settle that unforming matter, another one sergant appeared. T'was not a wild one, but it appeared nevertheless. And maybe this person, introducing herself as Angelika Arnwald, would be helpful in proving to the crazy person that was Niko that this was how their Uniforms were supposed to look. Even though hers seemed a bit more fancied. Must have been that personal touch. In any case, the very much plae-ish, bright haired newcomer was kind of late, but it seemed to have been overlooked, for Niko still was struggling with the difficulties of Female Soldier Dresscode.

Finally the event's started goign somewhere. The single man in this group pulled out car keys and dictated them all towards the automobile belonging to the keys he had just passed on to Angelika, destinating her driver for the time being. So they boarded the car. Luckily forRaziah, she'd not been put in charge of driving, whilst she roughly knew how to do it, she'd not yet bothered to actually aquire a license to officially do it. So the redhead hopped onto one of them passenger seats and pulled the door to a close. Wouldn't want to leave that open during travel. As far as the BG's statement went, she'd no worries. First of all, while Raz hadn't received training in actually shooting or generally attacking people with point to fatally wound them, she sure could handle engaging in lethal combat withactual people. Yeah, she'd make Mr. Stuka realize she was more manly, professional and hard-boiled as he always gave her credit for - Maybe he'd thought different if he knew how her first job in them forges worked, how hard it was, while more physically than mentally.

[Guest]

A key has been given to an unknown future but the sergeant knew well where to go and how to tread. The general ordered her to drive them to Guzentis Avenue and unfric street is the road to take. When she took the driver seat she was more tempted to break the ignition switch and press the contact wires together, that way she can start over the engine in two to three seconds. She never bothered herself looking for the keys as time is always of essence, she can't let targets run away, she never did.

But there was no target to chase and she got already the key which will take her more than three seconds to start over the engine. She has to be careful lest with the strength she is blessed with, she would break the key.

Please, fasten your belts.

She took a quick glance at red-head while giving away a cheerful smile. She started the engine, taking note of the other sergeant's skirt. Nice skirt, that what she wanted to tell awesome incarnate. She wanted too to tell her that she looked really good in her dress but she didn't. Her hands on the driving wheel, she pressed on the fuel, the car moved. A skirt would be indeed good to distract targets specifically males, she noted to herself. Angelika has good thighs and she knew it, Targets would go drooling instead of shooting and that when she spills their blood and revel. Bad thing that the general doesn't like it, the fallen angel liked to play dirty. And underhanded is always her dish of the day. She will convince the general somehow to make exceptions but that will be later. Now, she will focus on not pissing him off and eventually & most importantly impress him.

But who is Raziah Dahl ? He didn't call her by rank but only by name and Angelika thought to herself that maybe they are somehow connected. It was evident that that three of them were going for a special training and that she - Angelika - was the last to come, so if she didn't show up then both of them would go alone. Her inquisitive mind shifted gears and she was extra cautious not to bypass a shift while driving controlling her urge to the need for speed. Yes, she is a very good driver - and an excellent biker - she is used to multi-tasking while driving. Drive with one hand, shift quickly, do daring stunts against impossible odds and use her gun to pound bullets. She was dressed in her EBS when she did such deeds of destruction. But she can drive and fight too wearing high heels with the same efficiency, it always give her targets the wrong idea and it is always too late for them, for in such moments of realization they would find their skulls crushed by the force of her high heeled boots.

She can't drive fast since she is now the law enforcement and 'law' is sitting behind her. But she drove as fast as law permitted her to. So soon they will find themselves where the general wanted. And three objectives popped in the fallen angel's mind.

Observe, Appease, befriend.

[Guest]

(Going with the assumption we arrived safely, hope you don't mind Angie.)

He had a bad feeling about this. REALLY BAD, going around with two recruits like this. Strawberry and vanilla makes a terrible combination when it comes to life decisions. Especially if one is a ginger and the other is a pasty vampire butt. But honestly what could make Nikolaus's life any worse? It's not like their images and rather unstable nuances would cause a lot of destruction, right? He doubts that, and is peeled towards this small albeit really small flicker of a hope that things will indeed go along fine and all that jazz.

And so the car moved, as it dawned to Nikolaus that he will need to invest in his hospital billing soon. Well crap, he really thought she was the crazy sort of chick to speed beyond the points, her red eyes were evil and stuff, and told of a mighty great craziness inside her as the General thought. It looked as if it glowed, or something. Maybe she was an albino Ishvallan? That can be possible, explains her extreme paleness and really white hair and evil glary red eyes that threaten to fire laser beams.

SO ANYWAYS, Nikolaus hung to whatever he could grab in expectation she'll crash the car, jump over some cliff, make some speed up rodeo ride, whatever it is crazy chicks do. Only to be frankly surprised by the fact they arrived there safely. Safe as in one piece, with not an ounce of damage... wow. So he's alive and his organs are intact. Ah well, as soon as the car stopped, he set off and disembarked, leasing whatever restricted his form. Moving to the back of the car, popping the trunk open.

"Grab whatever you want ladies, and just one, because here we are! The place of your test." Nikolaus exclaims, unveiling a series of weapons, mostly a sniper rifle, two shotguns and a bullet-resistant riot shield, among many assortment of ammunition easy to recognize for their respective weapons, "To my right is a warehouse filled with drug dealers and arms traders, probably fifteen of them, and I want you both to go inside there and do whatever it is you were taught, while I hang back safely eating potato chips and having some cola, as the two of you are put in mortal danger that may take your lives and ending your careers short."

He looks at Raziah and smiles, "And if you do a good job at this Dahl, expect a reward at the end! Show me what you can do and don't disappoint! Fulfill my already really low expectations of you."

[Guest]

Now things started getting fun. They made the trip safely, the white-as-paper latecomer seemed to be capable of holding a car on the road in reasonably moderated speed just fine. The whole while along, Raziah was trying to think of whatever the day would hold as assignment for them to fulfill, as to see if they were fit for the job. But she couldn't exactly make up her mind. Nikolaus surely wouldn't bother himself with patrolling or guard duty, nah that'd be way too boring for him at this point. Then again, was he sane enough to realize one couldn't assign yesterdays graduates to whatever crazy madman hunt he usually did? The stuff he did when he wasn't going around train stations shooting random people or conjuring random zombies and ghosts to his apartment, aas well as the whole block for that matter, for shooting practice. Propably not. This promised to be a fun field day. Hopefully no one actually died but with this guy for a Brigadier, you'd could never tell.

Anyways, all three of them arrived safely and their Lead wasted no time. Revealing a stash of arms he brought with them in the trunk of the car, directions were given. Bit over a dozen, shortly labeled "bad people" in a containing box, supposedly a warehouse. A small bunch of tools, also known to be guns and stuff, also being offered for fulfillment of the oder. The task was clear as it got and actually something they used to practice a lot. Bust down doors, storm buildings, rescue hostages eventually and take out opposers. Being kind of impaired in visual reception -although used to it by a large degree- made the choice really obvious for Raz. Usually one uses only one eye to take aim with a precision rifle, and since she had only one of these eye things -maybe a teensy bit more trained due to it taking the work of two of it's kind- the rifle was easily her pick, leaving Angelike to either a more defensive role with the riot shield or a storming one with shotgun support. Also it would be easier to take out target persons precisely. She knew from training that buckshot ammunition tended to make gorey mess of people and precision was not quite it's strong point. Nonetheless, even with the task clear and the choice made, there were things still bothering the redheaded one. "So, say, do we, like, need to take care not to kill 'em. Or maybe, like, kill 'em on purpose? Also, how bad would it be if i, like, lost t'is rifle 'ere over the course of the events?" Yeah indeed she thought of eventually abusing the gun from it's original purpose and make something more suited for the situation out of it, if the need arose. And lord knows, Raz sure wasnt sure if she could restore the thing to full funcrtionality afterwards, if the case came to be. While the first question was more of a rough check if she had to aim for chests and heads, or kneecaps on this one. She would of prefre kneecaps naturally, but she'd see. Once Miss Arnwald had picked up arms as well, they would be ready to move out in a duo, after short accord. Although not much accord would be needed. Raz had used accuracy rifle before. She knew to stand behind in cover and make quick single shots, possibly get into an elevated position once they would have gotten inside the warehouse. And assuming the other sergeantess had gone trough at least similiar training, she would know that much as well.

[Guest]

[Niko-sama, your assumption is indeed correct.]

Of course they would arrive safely. Angelika would never attempt anything that would jeopardize her rather fresh military career. Getting herself and others in an accident is bad for her record. And she wanted her record clean and full of good citations and commendations. Eventually she will get her share of medals and her collars will show a higher rank. She is young and she is ambitious.

The general brigadier once they arrived showed them an arsenal of weapons. Her eyes quickly scanned what the stash has to offer. A sniper rifle, a shotgun and a riot shield with the bullet proof ability. Their targets are within the warehouse, their names or types doesn't matter to her. Targets are targets and a good target is a dead target, from the the arsenal she guessed that their objective is 'Annihilate the opposition' since there is are no weapons in that stash that guarantees targets safety.

However Angelika thought to herself what is the real purpose behind this test ? Is he testing the aspect of team coordination ? The weapons given shows that somehow from the many formations that can be made by the duo. A riot shield and a shotgun, the two of them can work in tandem one of them holding the shield while the other holds the shotgun from behind protection shooting.

Two shotguns, they go in blazing mostly in a parallel routes far from each other or back-to-back as a duo. Lastly a sniper rifle and a shotgun. The shotgun user attracts a lot of Aggro while the sniper makes clean kills from a distance then shifting roles as sniper attracts the aggro giving chance for the shotgun to move freely and such process continues until all targets are dead.

They were not given a layout of the warehouse but from the choices of weapons given to them. She expects narrow passages, a lot of huge objects cramming the soon to be battlefield and good vantage points.

Vanilla waited for strawberry to make her choice and according to that Vanilla will adapt and choose her weapon. Finding that Sarg. Dahl made her choice by selecting the sniper rifle. Good choice Angelika thought to herself. Sniper rifles offered a great mortality rate provided that the bullets find their way into the target head or heart.

As for Vanilla, after leaving behind her sabre and gun, she now has two options. Either stick with the conventional gun or the unorthodox riot shield and get weapons from the field.

Due to abundance of human shield inside this warehouse and as a point man she chose the shotgun plus it will more bloody. A win-win situation. However Strawberry asked a question regarding if they would take or keep lives. Well, indeed Vanilla thought that she would take a course in apprehending, maybe the BG changed his mind. But doesn't matter, instead of making some heads fly, she will deliver targets alive with two limbs less. More and more blood, a win-win-win situation.

Ok, after receiving an answer. The duo would go for the warehouse. Vanilla would tell strawberry the following I will begin playing clean house after you make your first kill - or injury if pacify applied - since Sargent Raz chose the sniper rifle that means a shoot equals a kill, besides it is easier to kill non moving targets. The first kill signals Sargent Angelika's shotgun sweep and flanking.

Vanilla hope she would be compatible with strawberry, having a friend you would count on is a lot better than a rival that you hate and had to cooperate with, besides Strawberry seems close to BG and being good to her would be a very strategic move. Of course, the fallen angel never had obstacles in her path since obstacles always had unfortunate incidents.

No, no, no. They are going to be good friends...they must. OK, she waits for the deadly signal.

[Guest]

"So, say, do we, like, need to take care not to kill 'em. Or maybe, like, kill 'em on purpose? Also, how bad would it be if i, like, lost t'is rifle 'ere over the course of the events?"

Ohh great, questions... ALREADY. So Nikolaus shot a look at Raziah's cyclops face, which should lack depth perception, hence he needed to make it clear he is close to serious. So he stepped up to her face right in front of her and looked her straight at her eyes... eye rather, sternly, and with really utmost seriousness.

"Do whatever it is you wish, and I'll evaluate you, just no monkey business." Nikolaus says to the Private calmly, real calm-like with an enthusiastic demeanor, measuring up why she asked such a question, probably to get a full picture of the situation, which SHOULD be good if this was a test rather than a balls out massacre, "Oh, and if you lose the rifle, it's coming out of your pay, we're running on a tight budget here. We're not made out of money."

Right, hopefully that should get the message across, gesturing for the ginger cyclops to head off into the building with busty big boobed vanilla as Nikolaus pulls out a banana from his pocket. Peeling it open as he starts munching on it, spending the day here... doing nothing. Ah well, he has that Phantasma magazine to read at the car, probably another one of them editions filled with Tanandra again, old editions. Discarding and littering the peel as he hopped into the car at the shotgun seat. Pulling up the magazine to read it, it was a pretty ancient book by today's standards, but Nikolaus was fond of the models. At least they knew how to be compared to today, where many are anorexic skeletons...

Meanwhile...

Inside, the Xingese Triad and the Drachman Mafiya met each other. Several people were inside this wide space occupied by people and several boxes that could be tactically utilized for cover. Steel boxes one ships in freighter ships. And in the biggest space were those mobs, a good 10 of them, with the rest up at the catwalk overlooking the meeting, just in case, wielding antiquated boltlock rifles.

Banter in Amestrian was spread out between the two over a very massive biohazard material being transported. Mutagen agents from Aerugo imported all for what would seem a preparation over an attack on Amestrian soil. And the Xingese seem to be the providers of such contents that lay right behind them a stack of boxes, with the biohazard insignia.

(Assume those on the same level as you two to be well armed with large caliber side-arms potentially overcompensating for an inadequacy, or merely a means towards inducing safety with a single shot.)

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And so they set out to what was their first assignment in a duo. Vanilla and strawberry. Hopefully their skills would complement each other sufficiently for this to end in a bloody mess without either if the two's blood mixed in. First step to avoiding that was, to not waltz in the front gate. Silly would someone be who did that. Hence why Raziah carried herself with rifle and a finger on the trigger off to the side. She'd look for an alternate entry point. A backdoor propably was guarded as welll, if they were not stupid.
But other options such as some kind of window would do nicely. Maybe even a ladder to the roof - although that would have been very wishful thinking and lots of lucky. A broken window though, was easily found. These places usually had one of these. Quickly glancing over the edge, then ducking under it again, she could see people inside. A whole bunch grouped in in the far corner, also there were catwalks, propably with a few people on top of it to keep watch form above, the half a second timeframe did not allow for this to be told exactly. Single individuals were patrolling along the spread everywhere cargo containers containing whatever it was these people were illegally trading and transporting. "Once in, like, take cover, i doubt they'll not notice. I'll see if i can take out some of 'em people upstairs as soon i can." It was not quite whispered, but in a lowered tone, the longer they did go unnoticed, the better. Strawberrys plan was, to wait just a little longer, until someone was patrolling nearby their entry window and take him out by surprise. The less opposing force there was, the better.
Then as a starting sign, Raz brought herself over the window's edge like an athlete over a vaulting horse, striking the bypassing criminal in the head with an improvised kick out of the jump. A thud, body on the floor, he was at least ot could for the time being, eventually worse. Raz was not a medic in any way, hece she wouldn't know, not that it mattered, they got in without being killed, that was important. Possibly they had not been noticed yet, but the roofbound observers would propably note them soon enough. Hence why the sergeant made a hurried move for the nearest container, going cover behind it with a wall to her back. Least there would not be surprise attacks from the rear for this moment. Hoping Vanilla sergeant had followed suit, the redhad raised the rifle she took moments earlier. If them evildoers did not engage on their own any moment, she would give the go-sign by taking off one of the guys above. These were the most deadly, because they neglected all cover the containers offered by their elevated position.

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Vanilla in turn went for the back door and waited for the signal. As planned when the guys inside turns their heads to Arjuna who will strike them dead with one arrow per each or rather with bullets. When that happens, she will begin her "Sturm". Luckily for her, She has a shotgun and shotguns do miracles in a sense of way.

She heard the signal, with her boot she hit the wooden door wide open or falling rapidly on the ground by the sheer force of monstrosity and luckily for her, it was guarded by two and as planned for them they were looking somewhere else or rather the shadowy intruder who was strawberry. They didn't have time to look behind since the last thing they will ever remember...is probably nothing.

Death is a thief...

Two shotgun shots aimed for the heads and the heads went flying or totally disappearing. Imagine it happen like the fallout V.A.T with slow motion and *Blogloglog* of blood dripping eventually making a new red pond on the floor.

But of course the Fallen Angel left the scene quickly with her eyes locating possible visual targets. She noted that there are targets on the catwalks and others as well on the ground level. She is now talking cover behind one of the boxes. Knowing well enough of two things. There are bio-hazardous materials and that the drachman-xingese unfriendly delegate are now in panic. And panic begets demise.

But Vanilla needs to end things quickly. She needs to shift their attitude from panic to desperation as it brings forth sudden death. She needs to finish things before the BG finish his cola and potato chips unaware that he was actually was eating a banana and reading a fashion magazine. She didn't give the chance for the guys overlooking them to rain with death like black rain from above. From behind that cover of hers, she made other two indiscriminate blind shots - since she didn't show up her head to look - to the catwalks and shotguns are never discriminate, they treat all as equals.

Making full use of her slow motion ability, she was able to do such actions in short time. She attracted a lot of aggro to her. The guys on the ground are now going for her but the guys above are widely open - leaving their covers for a bit - for someone else to shoot and that reveals the hidden message behind hitting the catwalks. Vanilla used that as a beacon - due to the lack of communication gadgets - telling her partner to finish them ASAP. Elevated targets are pain in the ass.

Depending on Strawberry actions. Vanilla will adapt and skillfully improvise as if it was planned. They say you understand your enemies more in battle and your allies more and more.

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The criminal's face was actually in a much worse condition than intended from a surprise kick he could not have braced for. With no change to even yelp, his face slammed into the hard floor, snapping his teeth and tilting his nose. Breaking it. His brain rattled, as blood poured out. He was definitely out cold, and a lack of medical attention would mean he would die, or probably suffer from a severe infection given how he has a huge hole torn within his nose. Or so the medical details would go along the way. Not for the faint of heart to behold. Yet it didn't exactly attract attention much to the redhead's luck if anything. The meeting had been the focal point and the overhead guards were not the sharpest of sights around.

Yet, stealth was raped in every possible way conceivable when the door was thrown off its hinges. Falling and clattering on the floor as loudly as possible, withdrawing any notions of in fact negotiations as gunshots fired out and intermingling. Two shotgun blasts rendered the heads obsolete as a chunky salsa showered around. Of course, this boded terribly. REALLY TERRIBLY.

Meanwhile inside whilst Vanilla was pratsing about trying to gain aggro that in fact just offset everyone in panic, were the delegation of the Triads and Mafiya in complete chaos. They never trusted each other, and actually suspect traitors. So immediately gunshots followed suits at each other, blowing each other away with whatever load of guns they had, riddling each other as suddenly the snipers started firing below at the Mafiya whilst the Triad snipers fired at the Mafiya snipers with the blindshots killing two of the snipers from the Mafiya. Culminating in one of the BIGGEST CLUSTERFUCK in shootout history as it dwindled down to the Triad snipers above. Combined from the sheer firepower form the outside people whom gave the impression this was in fact an ambush by the opposite gang, of whomever was there, had left them trippy as they started firing at every bodies to ensure they are dead, or whatever remotely looked like a person still alive. Some of them caught sight of Vanilla, aiming at her wildly and shooting with precision rifles as if they were supposed to suppress fire, when their job was explicitly for sniping.

By sheer luck, the biohazard toxic crate didn't suffer much damage besides dents, and bullets that grazed off and bounced off the edges. No oozing escaped or whatever dwells inside. The people soaked most of the damage whilst the sound was loud enough to scare off people outside. Except Nikolaus Stuka, whom was reading his Phantasma magazine, and was enjoying further intricate details of the fashion book. Nodding at the gunshots in complete apathy. Just another day on the job for him. Plus he had no cola or potato chips as he expected, rather the car was devoid of it mysteriously, as some mofo gypped him out of his rightful bounties.

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And suddenly, crazy riot. Indeed Vanilla Serge had mad her move as well, even if not as cautious as Raz. She could hear a door being torn away from it's meant to be position. Then gunshots. Shotgun gunshots. This was definitely the starting sign. Surprisingly, members of both opposing factions had first of all suspected each other to be traitors and started shooting themselves. “What the hell are we even here for?” Raziah quickly thought ,while assessing the situation, poking around the edge of her cover to observe everyone shooting everyone else. But the relaxed moment didn’t last long. Quickly she turned attention to duty and took up arms, aiming roofwards only to observe some of the gangway people being shot by their other-faction companions.

The less targets, the better and all this riot based on assumed traitory was only favourable as well. Quickly the first cartridge emptied itself upon trigger, sending a pointed piece of metal zooming trough the air, embedding itself into a catwalk-guy's shoulder, making him fall over in pain. Too bad the walkway is pretty small, hence why he fell off and propably to his breakneck death. Leaving two more. Reload, re-aim. All this panicky panic really made it hard for strawberry to get a clear round off on either of the two. Especially now, that there was more riot upstairs, with one of the guys being shot and all. Hoping for the best, she fired another shot though. Hitting the one guy in the arm at least This way he really was as good off as dead, he wouldn't be able to hold, even less, fire a rifle with his right lower arm torn half off by the sniper round that pierced it like butter.
But that concluded it for this very moment, too long outside of cover would probably get her too much attention and people would kind of shoot her, which the redhead kind of didn't enjoy too much, not even the thought. But once she would have gotten the last person, she had already made plans to get up there herself, maybe artifically create some cover and start taking out the leftover dealers. If there were even any at that point, between Angelika, the riot and herself.

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Chaos ensued and death became literally sudden. Vanilla behind her cover heard shots everywhere. The drachmans mafiya Vs xingese triads and the result seemed to be victory for the xingese above who in turn with their sniper rifles - in their panic - commenced a strategy of suppression and that kept The sarge with the shotgun pinned down unable to leave cover but she knew that sooner than later those guys up will be eliminated for she was not alone in this.

Among the metal traffic in the air. An alien in it's intentions and disguised within the many triggers pulled, The bullet of an ally found it's way to that oriental shoulder that belonged to one of those xingese. With pain and agony he fell not to stand again. That was followed by another bullet making an emergency rough landing to his arm rendering his sniper rifle to him useless.

The fallen angel only saw that with her ears. The first one falling with a major *thud* and the other's scream. All that gave her the signal to commence the second phase of her improvised plan. Eliminate all the remaining hostiles, Vanilla will concentrate on the targets in ground level while strawberry feeds the other remaining snipers - if there were any left - their own poison for it is indeed poetic justice for a sniper to die by the hands of another sniper. If they already dead then well and good. That means Sargent Dahl will provide sniping support and the world on the ground level will be bloody and lively for those who appreciate slaughter in any of it twisted forms.

Rolling quickly from a cover to another using her both senses of vision and hearing, She would choose the most efficient routes to take to flank them at their sides or hit them hard from their backs. Hearing someone running hastily through a small passage to where she covered herself. She rolled to another cover but while doing so, her shotgun was prepared and locked at the coming target. A shot gun would be heard and a body by the force of the heavily propelled magnum shells would be seen flying.

Another one thought himself smart or maybe clever tiying to flank Vanilla but she already saw that coming. Sticking well to the cover in the most efficient manners possible to hide her body from his range of vision forcing him - due to the nature of his weapon - to come more closer to make his shot. Once he is there beside her he would kneel on the ground as unimaginable pain that can not be described through the means of words coursed through his body like fire. It seems he got his testicles broken by powerful spear that was her shotgun grip.

Unable to hold his weapon, unable to stand. He didn't have to worry about the aspect of never being able to give birth for soon his mind will stop thinking as his mouth was in the process of hardcore kissing with the shotgun barrel and the fallen vanilla only needs to pull the trigger and a trigger is pulled indeed.

Amestrian fireworks tends to be bloody. Blood splashed everywhere outlined by grey matter and eyes. The fallen angel found herself covered in crimson all over though it would be most clear on her skin specially her paper-like face and her hair newly dyed.

And that would mark the end of her move in this turn. Enticed by the idea of being fully bathed in blood, she kept her cover trying to control the devilish surges within urging her to be a berserk killing machine.

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He was SHOT. His dominant arm was blown into a chunk, fractured and bleeding as it barely hung in place, held only by a few threads of muscles by such a powerful sniper shot at it delivered by a high delivery kick going at the velocity of a thousand moles just destroying everything to consider as "functional". As opposed to now, he agonized over the throbbing pain that shot, wailing and shrieking, his fingers loosened over the rifle, dropping it to the catwalk. The other one shot in the shoulder shouted in pain as well, clutching to the wound with tightness, paling from such a shock given a sniper rifle round. He could've sworn there was a hole clear as day present from the wound he received but all this dawned to him that he was actually falling down. His frame fell down as his face slammed right against the pavement, snapping his neck as the head contorts into a strange angle, with a bone tearing right out of the skin in a classical display of internal decapitation. Blood burst out of his neck and poured around the dull grey floor with the dye of crimson, and some chips of bone are scattered about.

This was the typical scenario of this gang shootout gone wrong as in the coming moments later, no life stood breathing save for a strawberry and vanilla. The warehouse was emptied in a span of a few moments, as the intrepid adventurers eliminated all signs of life in a befitting display of great benevolence and mercy suiting people of their stature. The only thing left over is the mysterious steel contained with biohazard symbols written on it so clearly, and a couple of Aerugese characters to those literate and educated linguistically enough to tell them apart from Xingese characters. There was no sign of any breaching of the container, only dents that ruin its exterior, some paint of blood but otherwise nothing of notable features. It had a broken lock from a stray shot, as if it can be pried open for all to behold what is inside. A stray bullet got lucky.

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After waiting just a little moment between the second and third shot aimed towards the upstairs guys -mostly so they wouldn't get a clue where she was hiding and possibly shoot back- Raziah leaned out just far enough to take aim for the last guy. A well placed bullet later, the last of them bad people up there was down for the count... actually, counting was probably pointless in his case.
When the echoing shot faded, it was pretty much silent, bar the sounds of ammunition leftovers hitting the floor or rolling around slowly. She wasn't quite sure how many of them they took own by their own effort and how many had been murdered by one of the criminal groups in the riot. Strawberry also kind of didn't know if her partner in this operation had lived to tell the tale of this and maybe receive some kind of recognition for it. Actually she didn't even know if every one of the bad guys was actually taken out. They could be hiding in silence, trying to ambush their ambushers, for all the redhead knew.
So she decided against calling for Angelika to see how she turned out, as she kind of thought about originally, because quite frankly, if there were ambushers, that would totally give away her position and presence for that matter. So a more careful method was favoured. Meaning, Strawberry Raz set the rifle to her shoulder again and slowly stepped around the edge of the steel box she covered behind. Of course it was a long distance weapon and not a rifle for quick close encounters, but it would have to do.

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Usually it is the calm before the storm but now it is calm after the storm, a very uneasy calm where the sailors would sniff the air and feel it's flows to know if they were set free or not from another long night against unwavering waves close enough to wreck their floating invention that carried them all the way.

But this was no ship, this was a warehouse literally becoming a morgue. Thing was, Angie didn't know if all the guys out there were dead or exactly not. Drenched in crimson red, the beast in her wanted to break free through the cage that took away it's freedom luckily the threshold was not yet broken. She was still capable of controlling herself.

She grabbed a non DNA weapon of that guy that she killed with innovation. Removing the clip from the gun. Quickly and quietly, she removed the bullets and held them in her palm. She wanted to know if it was safe or not, so she threw one bullet for every almost direction possible gauging and probing for any living signs needed to be stopped.

Of course, there was no answer for her knock knock. So knowing well that she spent only six shotgun shells, she reloaded. And since she is the point man, she decided that it would be she the one to scout by revealing away her location to ruse any target remnants to leave their hideout thinking that this would keep the red sniper safe in her said perch

She stood up while her hands holding firmly the shotgun ready to lock at any living thing that was marked hostile. This is security police, surrender NOW. she ordered with a booming voice that crossed all over the freshly made morgue. Of course, if there was one still alive, then she would happily empty her newly reloaded magnum shells at them, courtesy of the Amestrian security.

But, that would never happen since all opposition perished. She kept walking quickly but with cautious senses. She reached the irregular bio-hazardous steel. As an aerugese language learner, she was able to tell that inside was a beast like her shouldn't be awakened. The only thing that was broken was the lock by a naughty bullet.

A pandora box in front of her like an ankaran Sarcophagus beneath it a deadly sleeping antediluvian. She opened and hoped the anarchist who knew thanks to her mysterious history about demolitions a thing or two would survive.

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An eerily silent whistle settled over this former battlefield, now instead of bullets exchanged, merely the dead lay face down... and dead. There was not a breath of life neither a twitch of passing unto the next life. The thousands of lead bullets that pierced their body into a form of Swiss cheese made them stay down, whatever chances of actually being saved was denied the moment they fired at each other, making them essentially deader than dead. Angelika's prodding for life came back with failure, for it appears there are none to return hostility. Too much was spent on one another.

On Raziah's end, there would only be corpses, as well, including the bounty of her shot, her kill dead violently and traumatically from her shot. A life she took, at her own choosing. Something of a military duty to steal another's living breath with a well placed shot. In short, there was a whole lot of blood pooling around the ground, including a dead guy by the container, whose blood mingled with the steely foundation of the toxic Aerugese material whichever dwells inside. A strange sight, yet not unusual, given before Empress Yuuko's reigns, there were many softies on the throne. But at the moment, it is ruled by an iron fist, one pragmatic and not vain.

When the container's lid was unveiled, it revealed four tightly wedged cylindrical canisters of glass, with green glowing liquid inside, and several notices written in Aerugese on top as a mysterious language. There were no signs of any cracks or holes in the thick glass containers. A reckless move or a bold one by the "Malkavian" Angelika, or a Ventrue in mannerism. The lids can be unlocked by twisting the safety knobs, and pulling it. Though it is very foggy with green inside as the gases dance in swirls.

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So apparently, there wasn't much to be found, in regards to persons who were not corpses or just about to become that. Slowly, rilfe still raised ready to fire, Raziah inched around the cargo containers and shelves that made up the walls and passages in this labyrinth. Nothing seemed to be alive, let alone a threat. Ever closer she drew to where she just now hear her companion shout. So she was alive too. And risked being found out by survivors. Silly move. Someone must of not been at basic training, or been there and didn't pay attention. Least now she knew where she was probably headed best. And so she made way, still slow and cautious, but as further she progressed, the more evident it became, that presumably everyone of the opposing forces was taken out. More then cold even.

Finally, Raz backed around the last set of cargos and Angelika came into view. She seemed to have gotten in quite the brawl, blood and other things humans usually contained being everywhere, as in literally everywhere. Nice, not far off what populous parts of central had looked like after that big incident a while back. More concerned was Strawberry about what Vanilla was getting busy with. One of the containers -even for people not schooled in aerugese language, it was blatantly obvious they contained hazardous materials, just by the general purpose sign for said materials printed on the can- was opened by a misguided bullet it seemed, and she was taking a peek into what was inside. Second not-smart move she did today.

Putting duty over companions, Raz decided this was highly dangerous and risky. They could be poisoned within seconds by near invisible gas in this very second for all she could suspect. "Central Security! Hands off the hazardous material, you are not expertised to handle this matter, putting us both and possibly civillians in jeopardy. Secondly, you are in the process of tainting possible evidence and leads to the origin of this matter. You are exceeding your authorities. Stand clear of the cargo now, or i will have to use force." And by force she meant rifle rounds to the legs. This was by no stretch of the imagination a rifle meant to shoot people at point blank, but it would do. Of course, this was pretty over-dramatized, but rather be safe now then sorry afterwards. And handling these materials without the correct education was really a big risk to take. It might be nothing, but it might also be very very dangerous and deadly. Hopefully She would realize this early enough, shooting comrades on first day of duty wasn't exactly in Raziahs plans, but if it was necessary, she would, a steel resolve hammered into every recruits head at training, now showing it's potential to the fullest.

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The fallen angel smiled as she heard the long lecture of strawberry whose nature became ginger-like. But, the old agent was not offended even if her other companion with that gadget in her hands that propels very sharp steel that would cause a bone shattering, mortal bleeding, heart ceasing or brain void of thinking . Yes, Angelika was an agent, used to work in a two man cell and in her hands there were lot of authorities. She got used to the marks of power with no restrictions and no rules except for one, an unwavering loyalty for 'vater'. Until all of that was simply striped away from her, thanks to who knows who. And only the maker knows what she will do, if she knows 'who'.

She confirmed that the container had no timed explosives or booby traps within them and that the cylinders with the green stuff are quite intact. So, she walked back away without closing the lid -thanks to ginger- of and from the only hazardous container within the warehouse with her gloved hands that leaves no whatsoever fingerprints held high as a sign of surrender with her crimson eyes looking at the already dead evidences lying on the ground in their small lakes of scarlet.

Still, she with that nature of vanilla chose silence as her answer, the other companion that she didn't see yet as an hostile was just as of an equal rank so there was no need to explain her actions, for she will savor them to the one responsible for sending them here. The agent felt that the whole situation was just a process of assessment. Real job experiences always differ from the academic science written with ink on paper, that what she believed.

So probably, it was time to meet with the GB and hopefully, they would finish things fast as the drenched former agent was getting high by the second, the ecstasy of blood spilling begets more spilling and maybe the pleasure of drinking as well.

Definitely, she needs a bath.

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"Wonderful! Just a splendid performance!" Three claps echoed throughout this dead scenery, a source of sound where there was only quiet. From out the door way originally Angelika made her way from, came a black clad blonde -- Nikolaus. His steps were quite quiet, even for such soles made that would produce distinctive beats against the hard ground, having heard everything that occurred between the two since Raziah inclined her rifle at the vanilla hair, "That's enough Private Dahl, lower your arms, your objections are noted, and you handled this quite well with protocols."

The shooting stopped. The warehouse was dead silent, and entirely the commanding officer was attentive of his surroundings despite his leisurely time at the car. He knew, he knew when they had finished this extermination of profligates, and from surveying his surrounding, it looks like the two of them massacred an entire gang of thugs. Not bad for mere humans.

He rubbed his chin when he beholds Angelika's back, or more specifically, what she faced. That container with biohazard symbols, raising an eyebrow at the particularly lock missing lid of the container, before casually reaching out for the radio, muttering a few things as he pulls an oxygen providing apparatus often called gas mask on his face. He wore such a thing around his belt, and thus, his face was obscured, filled with more noticeable breathing.

"Alrighty then, due to protocols, the two of you will have to be cleaned up by a professional quarantine team, and checked for any levels for toxicity." He shook his head, "What sort of idiot opens up a hazardous container anyways? Granted you eliminated most of the goons here, BUT, you should've waited for a clean up crew to come here. Your role was done a long time ago since you killed the last life save ours here... except you Dahl, you did well despite your... handicap." He face palmed, and soon, lights start flashing from the windows. Men in anti-hazard gear with faces concealed start flooding through the door behind Nikolaus, in droves too. Huddling around the container and some others around Raziah and Angelika. "Just go with them to their car, they'll clean you up from any possible taint."

That said, Nikolaus turns his back to mount the anti-hazard clean up van on the shotgun passenger seat, as the anti-hazard crew gesture for the two to follow along, all due to procedures. Gesturing towards the way of a sealed back compartment of the anti-hazard truck, filled with sterilizing shower heads that spray decontamination vapors into the back. Such a thing lacks windows, and is basically a steel box to prevent whatever contamination from escaping.

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Just when Raz was about to enforce basic security measures, the situation was broken up by a much too familiar voice. Somehow Nikolaus had made it over and into the building just in time to prevent any intended friendly fire. So she unbraced her weapon, and turned towards the superior commanding person in the scene. Shortly after a short sermon, the called backup apeared pretty quickly. Hazard suits and all.
"So i was right after all." Raziah suspected, after all if they came along with hazard protection, then that was definately a viable threat. But nothing she would have to worry about. She'd done great as far as hger competencies went and that on a first day. All she had to worry about for now was getting precautious decontamination. And so she went with some of the arrived team towards the metal box meant to decontaminate people on site, which was basically a shower room.

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