Business was busy, this whole building was an free fire zone, just about every target was a valid one. Normally, this would have been a good thing. Nothing messy like red tape, shoot this guy but dont shoot this one bullshit, good old shoot everything that move, then move on to the rest.
Though normally you weren't at risk of running out of ammo. At least precision was her strong suit, one to two rounds per target. If someone didn't show up soon though, she would be down to her fists and a notepad. Maybe passive aggressive notes would do the trick.
Her seventh target appeared from behind his little slice of cover. A hulking man, obviously on stims, hefting a machete in one hand and an illegal, quad barreled scatter shot in the other. ASIOS informed her, in dim red, that she had one shot at this.
Tess peered out from cover, bracing her pistol and taking her time to aim. She ignored the incoming rounds, one even ricocheting off her right shoulder plate. The brief inconvenience was ignored, she gently squeezed the trigger. A light chemical reaction was triggered and the projectile powered down the barrel, helped on its way by several electromagnetic coils.
In an instant, it reached the man, scraping off of the clavicle, it bounced into the flesh just above the bony protrusion. It cavitated into the cricoid cartilage, disturbing the carotid artery, before traveling through the cervical spine and out the back of the neck. The man dropped like a rock, machete and scattershot sliding across the ground.
From behind the sedan, Tesla grinned and brushed the metal fragments and chipped paint from her shoulder. Down to two mags though. She lamented to herself, as the empty metal hit the ground. She slid the new one home with a satisfying click and took a peek around.
The mech still seemed focused on the crowd. Thankfully most of them seemed focused on it as well. It was starting to shake and jitter with its motions, she could swear she saw smoke coming from its case. Unfortunately, the others who were focused on killing themselves some BESC had finally pinpointed her hiding spot, and were staying out of her field of fire.
Her ASIOS clued her into movement a second before she heard the footsteps. Sprinting, to my left. She spun, ready to sink some lead into a target, finger tensed on the trigger just before she recognized a man in uniform. He slammed into cover next to her as the ASIOS outlined him in blue.
"I heard you needed an evac?"
She eyed him critically, taking a second to form a mental impression.
Pristine armor, save for a few scrapes, impractical looking accessories, some advanced looking doohickeys, and a unit identifier that she vaguely recalled. However, he had that pale cool and clammy look. So he'd already gotten into his "game face" as she called it. But for all intents and purposes, green looking. Not what she was expecting.
Tess had been hoping for something...bigger, more metallic, with more seats and preferably a pilot. A quick check for the sound of vehicle mounted weapons showed no gunships hovering just off the side. Her heart sank. But at least he was armed, better than she was anyway.
"Unless you've got a cruiser in your back pocket, so do you."
Tess popped back up, catching another man in the open, trying to rush. He dropped prone after her shot, scorpioning to a stop. Nineteen shots left. She popped back down and raised an eyebrow at the "backup".
"This is fun and all, but please tell me you rushed in here with a plan."
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