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Hunter's Night
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The assassin sat up straighter as she read through the script. Apparently several safehouses had gone dark. Here, in Moscow. That was never good and normally not something they’d tag her for so someone at the Vat had hit the panic button. This was as close as it came to them freaking out. Next it was exploding drones of Holy Water.

She walked to the back, keyed in through the layers of security for her hidden room and stepped inside. It was a damn cool war room; Batman’d be jealous. Maybe. Young Batman, before Bitcoin. The map of the areas, neighborhoods in question were pulled up. “Deploy Defensive Algorithm Data System.”

Nika stripped and stepped into a Dragonsilk-hybrid suit. Man those things were awesome. Soft, breathable, wicking...which was good because she sweat like the dickens running around in her ballistic gear. She chose an exoskeleton she dubbed, ‘jumping bean’ then shrugged into tree climbing ballistic pants, yeah that was a hippy thing from America, and a new Arovex ballistic shirt. She’d sworn the arms of her other shirt had shrunk in the dryer but Gillian maintained it was not so. The AI was hiding something. Not really.

The microdrones would have a perimeter established now and should be painting a picture for her soon. She hummed the song that started all of this and danced around while strapping on the rest of her gear. And weapons. Gotta have those. She paused. Sniper rifle or assault shotgun? Hmm...both. She’d send Big Brother out too. Nika shrugged into a vest and pressed the seal. She stepped into boots, pulled on a balaclava, armored gloves... “Aperture Headgear.” Her collar rose, segmented, to form a hybrid mask-helmet looking thing that could have been from some badass video game. Her eyeports even glowed in a couple of different colors. That was creepy though if she caught a glimpse in the mirror. Especially red. “Aggro lights off.” Her HUD fed the drone readings, their neuromorphic chips were designed to mimic the human brain. Some of the little guys even had developed personalities; Dave for example, hated the cold. But if they said it was all clear, it was. “Gillian, Stealth Mode.” The lights switched off.

The assassin activated her Quantum Camouflage, stepped onto a lift and rose into the Moscow night. Invisible.

Hunting.



Continued.


Edited by Nika Raskov, Jan 31 2018, 12:03 AM.
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