HaVeN: Bullets:
Ven leaned out the window and looked down the street. It was night and no one dared to defy the Baron's curfew. Except him. He wrapped the cloth around his face, and tightened the clasps on his tight clothing. He made sure they were as tight as possible. He would need it to be to get out of the tight quarters he was preparing for. He carefully placed his throwing-knives on his hip and his sash. He then sheathed his blade into his shoulder sash.
The blade was an impressive piece of work. It was as finely tuned and about as light as a katana, but could crush with the force of a claymore. Oddly because it appeared to have been a fusion as the two, like a short Claymore cut in half. The blade extended about three feet and curved outward near the tip, to give it more of a grip on opponents.
He slid open his door and leapt out onto the balcony across the street. He crawled up to the top of the roof and sprang from it to the next roof. And then to the next roof, and so on until he reached his destination.
"I need to get a zoomer." He said quietly, noting his exhaustion from the climb. He was outside the secondary armory of the Baron's army. He had wondered why the resistance hadn't had him take out the main armory, but he had a few ideas. They usually just told him that he was too important to lose. He just went along with what they said, but he felt there was something more. He quickly refocused and perished the thought. It would have to wait.
He jumped onto the roof of the armory and tapped on the roof door. He heard a low clunking sound and radio squabble. He hid in the shadow of the roofs surrounding the building as the guard entered the moonlight. He waited for the guard to give the all clear sign. Then he struck. It was fast. Really fast. No normal man could have seen it. So obviously the guard didn't see it either. Ven jumped from the shadows and grabbed the guard's head in two key places. Ven made a quick snapping motion and the solider fell, unconscious. Ven hated having to do that. He avoided hurting guards as much as possible, and he was always relived when he didn't have to kill anyone.
He entered the base, taking the guard's key card with him. From then on was a piece of cake. He stuck to the shadows the entire time and skillfully avoided detection. He placed the explosives at stress points all along the building. He also put a couple of next-gen weapons in his bag for the brains in the resistance. He exited the building but noticed something odd. The entire street was empty. There was usually some sort of solider activity around the supply dump.
He realized something. It was a set up. It was too quiet. He couldn't duck into shadows because he was already on thermal camera. His suspicions were confirmed when a Hellcat came out of the very shadows he was heading towards. Slowly emerged at least thirty men. All armed to the teeth and wanting a fight.
"Shit." Ven said, as his fingers arced towards the trigger to the explosives.