[center][h3][color=8F00FF]Nil[/color] [/h3][/center]

[b]Cambodian National Assembly Grounds, Phnom Penh - 11/11/2022 around 8:30 UTC+8[/b]

Nil had, although warily, acquiesced to let Myron lead the team. He never seemed like the type to lead a rescue mission with guns blazing, but if no one was going to protest then it surely wouldn’t be Nil, especially not on the field.

So she simply followed the herd, she had felt somewhat dizzy since she woke up. May have been the head frying, or the bullets, maybe both… [i]But at least these are intact![/i] she thought while putting her ear muffs off and then on again.

Seems like Myron will send them in, at least it wasn’t the first time for Nil, better create a few Stangs just in case, maybe eleven, eleven is a good number.

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Once inside Nil didn’t wait for any order or even to acquire targets, this time she was going to [i]shoot first[/i] and ask questions… possibly never, really.

As 11 high-speed staves hit the walls, possibly eviscerating some unfortunate sods in the way, dust and debris immediately filled the room, crumbling on the walls in a few seconds. Unwillingly she made it harder for the enemies to shoot them, but also allowed the Prime Minister to run away with the convenient cover of dust.

Nil then threw herself on the ground, recalling Stang while trying to figure out what the others were doing.

She couldn’t see Marta with this mess.
Myron was also in the fight, although it was hard to tell if he was waving his hand due to the debris or if it was a hand signal for a command.
Henri was shooting and shouting… about… [i]pry[/i]? [i]r[/i]? it was hard to tell with the muffs and gunfire.

So she crawled where she saw papers near some guy who ran, there were maps and classified documents, there must be things to pry about in there.

At that moment Nil realised… she can’t read Khmer.