"Cameras show that Subject 30 is on a different route, Big Boss; he's not heading for Subject 29 and the others," one of the men barked from the surveillance room that was busier than ever now. Most of the feeds on the TVs now displayed small, mounted cameras on the foot soldiers that showed a live view of the battle, as well as a live floor plan of the building with moving dots that represented the soldiers, the one red target being the rogue Agent, and the simple black box labeled Subject 29.

Big Boss was already ready to punch the next person to him when a notification rang from his phone.

[i] 'Reinforcements inbound in 30 minutes.' [/i] 

If one was carefully listening through the hale of bullets, screaming, and alarm sirens, through the peaceful night beyond the crater that hid their facility so well, one could hear the distant whirring helicopter blades incoming. 

Big Boss finally spoke: "all perimeter units stay on guard, and out of sight. If Subject 30 is planning an escape, we do not let him live. all other units, bring the rogue Agent down, and contain Subject 29. We must anticipate that her powers have been fully awoken. Priority is on 29. Shut the building down." 

No one dared to question the order.

[hr]

As Agent Caits continued to smash her gun into the incredibly resistant glass chamber, the doctor having learnt her lesson of being shoved when trying to stop the agent, the doctor crawled to the door, hoping to insert some high-level authorization code to let her out. That was when the air-conditioning turned off, and the room grew still, the silence, apart from cracking glass, was deafening. 

Bulletproof steel rolled and slammed down shut on every window and door, barring any escape. Big Boss locked his own men in the building wit an exceptional Agent, and the most dangerous Subject they have ever had. Some shouted amongst themselves, some chose to continue trying to break the chamber room door down, some fought with each other. 

Caits landed her last hit before the crack spread itself to the entire surface, but the spread wasn't what made Caits stop; it was Gershwin's hand - the anaesthetic no longer worked on her. 

The chamber exploded, the glass spraying to the floor while the anaesthetic liquid poured down onto the floor. Even just a splash from this liquid could immediately paralyze the part of the body for a good 10 minutes. Inhaling the vapour would cause wooziness. The Agent, tough as she may be through her physical and mental training - and fight as she might - was standing right in front of the glass chamber. 

As the liquid poured out, Gershwin's knees smashed to the lower metallic drainage pad in her chamber. A red light pulsed all over her body before she stood up menacingly, her minuscule body emanating an vibrant ruby red aura that seemed to instill dread into those around her. Wounds from stray bullets grew more brightly, but she walked towards Dr. Jiang-Ping without a care in the world - nothing but pain and hate. She was Evil Incarnate. 

Dr. Jiang-Ping had been laying on the floor when the anaesthetic liquid poured on her lower half - she could not stand up or move. She helplessly stared as Gershwin's strong grip pierced into the flesh and bone of the doctor's leg before she pulled the leg off with an ungodly growl. 

[color=ed1c24][color=ed1c24][right] "Hurts, doesn't it, bitch?" [/right][/color][/color]

As the doctor wailed in pain, Gershwin reached for her other leg, then her other limbs, all before stepping on her pelvic bone, walking and smashing every bone before she jumped into the air, and drove her feet into the doctor's chest, utterly destroying her lungs and heart. 

Gershwin stood there as if contemplating on the satisfaction the kill brought her, inhaling deeply in lavishing pain before she turned to the Agent. She brought her face close to hers, but she did not attack. Instead, her vibrant glowing eyes slowly revealed her pupils, some sense of humanity and spirit that seemed to search for help within Agent Caits - or perhaps some pity after all the time Caits had helped her. Perhaps she won't kill her. But still, she held her face there, as if fighting off the burning desire for murder.