Michael Svit-Kona ran through the alleyways of the slums in Santos, Brazil. He was accompanied by seven Elves and five trolls. Michael was part of an RNA recon team, which had been tasked with infiltrating a Lineage stronghold and securing information about the whereabouts of an ancient magical Artifact. This was Michael's first mission as an operative of RNA, and his heart was beating so fast he could hear it through the thunder and the rain that was falling all around them.
They passed several bonfires, and huts containing the poorest of the poor and finally their leader, an Elf named Arya Svit-Kona, ordered them to halt. They had the same last name but they weren't necessary related, they were both Elves, but they had never known each other during their childhood like siblings would. Instead they came from the same Elvin clan, which could be hundreds or even thousands strong, they only had one thing in common.
Arya's voice tore Michael from his thoughts, "Michael! Once we go in I want you to teleport downward, you'll go down three floors but just cushion your landing by casting a gust spell at your feet. Once you get down there you'll be right next to the room where the documents are but don't do anything. We'll go in and make our way to you, but until we get there hang tight." The others protested the fact that she let a rookie handle such an important role but she just ignored them, the trolls also grumbled in protest as she told them to stay back and cover their exit.
Three Elves quietly cut a hole in the wall of the building and just as Arya had told him Michael teleported down and remained hidden deep inside the building. He cringed as a new smell hung in the air, that of urine and mold. He signaled the rest and they began to move through the building, killing guards quietly along the way. After around five minutes of waiting Arya said to Michael on the commlink, "Michael, we're having some trouble getting to where you are, every path is blocked. Just get the documents and get out of there as quickly as you can." Michael tapped his 'affirmative' button and checked himself to make sure nothing was rattling.
The only weapon he could use without noise was his Katana, he was grateful now for all the training he had done with it. He walked to a desk lit with a lamp and pulled a folder off the desk filled with papers, and rock samples, and other findings. The moments he did so however, a guard spotted him. The guard didn't get a chance to scream or even yell out before Michael's katana found it's way halfway buried in his skull. Michael dragged his body into the shadows and then ran through the halls fully expecting a counter-response. As he reached the end of a hallway he heard loud noises coming from the top of the building and then the alarm went off. He teleported up three floors where he found himself behind a large group of Lineage thugs rallying for an attack. Michael primed and threw three grenades into the crowd and then ducked behind a corner, to shield himself from the blast.
There was a loud BOOM and what used to be five humans, three dwarves, and a troll was just a black mess full of body parts. Michael ran past the small hole and several dead Lineage soldiers. He yelled into his commlink, "Arya, I have the package, say again I have the package. I'm on the third floor and ready to rendezvous for extraction!" There was no answer for a moment then Arya said in a hurry, "Understood. Meet us on the roof, we'll glide down." Michael thought for a moment and then said reluctantly, "Roger that. I'll be there in ten. He teleported through the floors until he reached the seventh and then he had to take the stairs, needless to say by the time he got to the roof everyone was there. Arya began telling them all what to do when they were all surrounded by Lineage soldiers.
Dwarves with shotguns, humans with rifles, trolls with miniguns, and even their own kind, elves with katanas. There were a series of clicking noises from the weapons of both sides loading and bolting new rounds. Then suddenly, as if some invisible force had told them to, all of the Lineage soldiers opened fire at once. Bullets, and shells, and flying blades were all hurled at them. For Michael all of this seemed to occur in slow motion, the first bullets coming at them seemed to be going a fraction of their normal speed, he didn't know if this was some supernatural magic power he had gained or if it was just his adrenaline pumping but he did know that he had to get out of there.
With every ounce of speed and courage he had left he reached out for Arya. Once his arms were around her he teleported them both off the roof and glided them both down to a nearby lower building. Meanwhile, as they made their escape, their RNA comrades were torn to pieces by the onslaught unleashed upon them by the Lineage. Upon realizing their fate Arya asked, "How could you!? How could you do that!?" Michael was surprised at this response, "What do you mean? I saved you, I saved us both, and the files." She released herself from his grasp once they landed on the building, "No! You abandoned your comrades, you took the easy way out while they were slaughtered! They died like heroes and you ran like a coward! And you took me with you! Why? I wanted to die with my team!" Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing, he had saved her life and accomplished the mission. If not for him, the Lineage would still have the information to another artifact. He slung his weapon on his soldier and turned away from Arya, "Hate me if you want but in case you haven't noticed, we're still in a combat zone and I intend to complete the mission."
They climbed down the fire escape and reached the street to find that the ground level of the building where the Lineage were was surrounded by police. The SWAT teams were preparing to enter the building and the Lineage inside were squaring off for another fire-fight. "Let's get out of here" Michael said awkwardly, "Unless you'd like to join in on the action and get yourself killed." Arya walked by his side not uttering a word to his latest statement. The two Elves made their way back to the RNA headquarters where one expected to be welcomed like a hero, and the other sought revenge.