Chapter 1
In Fair Italia, a terrorist organization known as the Five Republics faction, in their effort for an independant North, has plagued the Country. To help combat this terrorism, the Government set up the Social Welfare Agency, a covert Government agency disguised as a charity organization. They took terminal patients, who had to be young children, and girls for some reason at that, and gave them mechanically enhanced bodies to heavily boost their strength and agility. Finally, the Cyborgs went through a process known as "conditioning" to make them obey their assigned "handlers" almost without question, and also wiped all memories of their previous life. This cost them their connection to their past, as well as every ounce of free will. Despite an adolescent heart, they are trained to take a life without fear, without regret, without remorse, and without a moment's hesitation.
"Looks like this is the place."
Two Handler-Cyborg pairs, Jose/Henrietta and Jean/Rico, were sent to investigate a building were Five Republics faction-affiliated terrorists were confirmed to be hiding out. It was to be a simple mission, one to send a message to the Five Republics Faction.
"Jose, take Henrietta inside to investigate. Rico and I will take the suppressed Dragonuv and make sure no one escapes. The staged rooftop work and other staged constructions should drown out the sounds of the firefight. It should work out like last time, the difference being you're actually SUPPOSED to engage.
"Understood. Henrietta. Stay close to me. Leave your gun in the case until I tell you to take it out. I'll take care of any guards we run into.
~~O~~
Sarah was probably the youngest individual female who lived on the streets, but she made it look like she was just some rebellious teenager who lived out of the house, was a runaway from somewhere she would not name, or used a story that simply put her at an older, more reasonable age than her actual. Not many people were able to talk to her about it anyway, though; she was a very anti-social person. She was wandering aimlessly with her backpack, not really caring where she ended up. Leaving Rome behind was certainly an option and maybe even stealing a plane ride to the United States, but something kept her there, one reason being that she had nowhere else to go.
~~O~~
"Get ready, Henrietta"
Jose and Henrietta had reached the door they were sure had the terrorists behind it. He placed a Frame Charge on the door, and detonated it. The door blew inwards, and both he and Henrietta went in shooting.
"Jean, targets have been engaged. Confirm you have a visual on level 3, fourth room right.
"Roger"
Henrietta charged into the next room. There was one man there, who she quickly dispatched.
"Jean, do you still see any hostiles?"
"Nope. I think we're good to go. Let the cleanup team get those bodies."
~~O~~
As Jose and Henrietta exited and Jean and Rico began to pack up, a lone figure was eyeing them atop another building. The figure noted Henrietta and her Violin Case, and took out a camera and took a snapshot. The mysterious man later noted Jean and Rico coming out of their sniping building, Rico with her bag she used to carry the Dragunov. He took a snapshot of that too.
"I may be onto something here."
~~O~~
Rico thought she saw something move in her peripheral vision, and looked around, including the very rooftop the mystery man had been on. But he wasn't there anymore. Rico didn't think she would be hallucinating, but combat in the role of a sniper could get one nervous of their surroundings. She shook her head and walked on.
~~O~~
Sarah, now wearing an urban-dirty hoodie zip-up jacket and jeans, eyed Jose and Henrietta's vehicle she saw them get in. She took out a smoke from her lone pack and lit it. She couldn't exactly call herself a smoker. But she smoked on a few occaissions to help her take her mind off of things; although it was usually the last resort. She still felt she shouldn't do it all, though. Not good for her. She took a puff and blew out as the vehicle stopped for a red light, and she eyed the girl inside.
~~O~~
Henrietta saw something in her peripheral vision. She turned to see a hooded black-haired girl, who appeared to be in her teens, who was leaning against a wall, a cigarette in her hand at her side as she blew out the smoke. She knew the girl was looking at her. She had some expression on her face. Anger? No. Suspicious? No, definitely not. Sad and depressed? That one made sense, but why at her specifically? The car then moved forward, and Henrietta looked away. But that girl's image had been burned into her head. There was something about her that Henrietta just couldn't put her finger on…
End Chapter 1
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