… not that I hurt you.”
And with that a bullet flew past Blake. Right where his head had been, pierced a tree in its path and penetrated many more with a crackling sound.
The GE-agents had located the treat, placed themselves at a distance, and fired and missed. What followed was a second of calm before the storm. Then all 3 of them stood up and opened fire.
They had their heat-tracker on, which gave them an arrow to see the direction of their targets. At hand was their rifles.
Shots fired went clean through trees and continued right on. Nothing seemed to stop them. Just the 3 of them unleashed Armageddon, as soon as they pulled the trigger.
Splinters and large pieces of wood blasted out with each log hit. Trees got cut down by the inferno of bullets fired like they were straws. The forest had very quickly turned into a shooting range where new trees fell each second, and the guys doing it were not easing up on the punishment.
It seemed unlikely anything could survive this. The firing echoed through the woods, and the agents were on the other end of the total destruction. Their faces masked, their armor thick.
Then a thin figure moved through the tree tops behind them, almost impossible to get a visual on. First it looked like a shadow, quickly disappearing again, but as it launched at the men her face became clear.
High from a branch Cat jumped through the air, her short swords swinging. And with a powerful stab the blades found the line right between shoulder and helmet. A weak spot – one of very few.
The guy in the middle had been the one to receive her deadly landing, and she did not relax. Holding her weapons in a tight grip, she drew them out of the dead combatant next second and swung them at the left threat. He held out his arm and watched them deflect on the armor on it, but was forced to his knees.
Then his friend got a hastily swing right on the helmet's visor, but again the blades bounced off, leaving only a scratch.
Meanwhile a robotic voice sounded from the left guy's suit.
*Power-suit activated*
The punch, hitting Cat, threw her backwards like a rag-doll. The GE-agent had finally had a spare second to use the primary weapon for hunting people like her.
Cat was knocked so far backwards she landed between trees.
Recognizing the treat she posed both men threw one grenade after another in her direction, and watched them incinerate everything in a hail of blue, smokeless fire.