*Malaysia: Somewhere in the jungle*

"I counted… About 30 armed. The rest seem to be workers" Quillion whispered.

"There are a lot of trucks outside but only 5 seem to be armed with something" Tracer added.

Quillion and Tracer had rushed towards the source of the commotion and positioned themselves on the third floor, hiding behind one of the many old statues.

Below, a crowd of people are quickly setting up huge pots, barrels, and various other equipment, forcing them into any space they could find.

"By the looks of it, they are not survivors or bandits… Their weapons are too sophistic-" Quillion began.

Tracer cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"They belong to one of the most powerful drug lords in this region, we have been tracking them for months, looks like we finally found 'em" Tracer said as she points to the strange plant looking logo merged with a snake on the barrels and bags of powder on the other side of the room.

"Okay... I think we can sneak away from there" he said, pointing to a fire exit at the opposite side of the mall.

Tracer shook her head "Sorry luv, I have orders to destroy anything that is a threat to our cause, this is one of 'em"

"I thought you are here to extract me?"

"We are a bit understaffed so we have to multitask, you can hide here if you don't want to help"

Quillion weighed his options and sighed, though he disliked helping strangers, he despised drug dealers. As if on queue, a group of guards took a huge whiff of the yellow powder, obviously getting high.

Angered by the sight, he made his decision. Unzipping his backpack, he quickly inspects his inventory, which includes:

1. 5 Magazines for his XM-80 Smart Rifle, all Explosive Rounds
2. 20 Steel Tipped AP Rounds for the .55 Cal Revolver
3. 4 Electrical Pulse Grenades
4. 1 MGF Standard Combat "Parang"

"Can't use my rifle" Quillion said with a hint of frustration as he inspected the magazines.

Tracer looked at the inventory "Why not? Seems enough for a skirmish, though the MGF are famed for their adaptability?"

"We are" he replied "But my gear is specifically for Omnics – Explosives" he added when she gave him an inquisitive look "Not a drug den. Unless you want to get high on… Whatever they're cooking"

"Fair enough, don't worry, I've got this" she said with a confident smile.

Too confident.

"Do you have backup nearby?"

"No, though they will be here in 30 minutes, but we should be done before they arrive"

Quillion took a quick glance at her jacket and realized there are no pockets or anything at all to contain any sort of ammunition.

"How much ammunition do you have?" he asked.

She giggled.

"Enough"

Quillion frowned, is she really his contact or is she just crazy? But she did snuck up and got the better of him. Maybe she will take a stealth approach? The moonlight does not reach the third floor so they have plenty of options for stealth.

"Alright, I'll provide overwatch from here with this" he said as he loads his revolver "Let me know when to assist"

Tracer giggled even more and with a wide smile she said "I think we are going to make a great team luv"

And with a wink, she cleared her throat, stood up, and jumped onto the statue they were hiding behind, and in full view of everyone, she issued her challenge.

"Alright! The jig is up! Menyerahkan diri!"

Quillion froze in horror. Really?! A frontal approach?!

But the activity below continued their work, Tracer's challenge was drowned in the noise, which annoyed her greatly. She took a deep breath and before Quillion could grab her…

"I said!" shouting louder now, pointing her guns to the busy floor, both emitting a blue light "Menyerahkan diri!".

She squeezed both triggers and her guns spat blue beams into the crowd. Panicked shouting filled the room as everyone scrambled for cover from the sudden onslaught. Quillion immediately stood up and fired a shot at a sniper he had been eyeing at the right, his round tearing its robotic arm apart.

"Atas! Atas!"

Quillion saw the armed guards pointing at them, or rather, the lights from Tracer's weapon, which is leaving a clear trail in the darkness. A sudden volley of bullets peppered their location, forcing Quillion to take cover as the guards fired wildly.

"Tracer! Get down!"

He did not see her jumping down nor did she respond. The hail of bullets intensified, covering Quillion with dust and rubble.

"Tra-" Quillion looked up and blinked confusingly as she was no longer there. He looked around and saw there are long corridors on both sides of the mall.

"No one is that fast" he thought to himself.

He was sure she was not shot as he would have definitely heard it and it will be impossible for her to jump down.

"Am… Am I dreaming or have I gone crazy?" Quillion thought to himself. Before he could ponder on further, he felt himself lurch backwards as the statue began to crumble.

"Well, not gonna sit here and find out".

He armed an Electrical Pulse Grenade and threw it where he last saw the most enemies are grouped at. There was a flash accompanied by multiple screams and the shots fired towards him have decreased. Those may be lethal to Omnics, it still packs a shocking punch.

Quillion took the opportunity to rush out of cover in search for a target. He saw 6 men are on the floor, their bodies still convulsing from the electrical pulse and a guard firing randomly at his general direction, clearly too flustered to make an accurate shot.

He raised his revolver and squeezed the trigger. The weapon bucked hard, forcing his arm up into the air as it delivered its deadly package. Just before Quillion ducked behind another statue, he saw the guard's weapon shatter, throwing him to the ground with bloodied arms.

8 down, 22 to go…

"Cepat! Cepat! Sana!" he heard them shout before being met with a hail of bullets. He retaliated with 2 blind fires over his head, ensuring they saw the massive fireball his revolver emits before dashing to a new cover.

He peeked out of his new spot and counted 8 guards firing randomly from a nearby staircase towards where he was just a moment ago. That was when he saw something that drew the attention from everyone in the room.

Tracer is amongst the guards in the middle of the room, then she is not. Appearing and disappearing rapidly in and out of existence in whiffs of blue blurs, she fired her weapons that never seem to require a reload while smiling as if she is actually enjoying herself.

He stared in awe as she took on multiple hostiles effortlessly, never staying in the same spot for more than a second. Each time someone tries to rush her, she will disappear and appear in thin air randomly, her pistols constantly spitting blue light everywhere, forcing tremendous pressure onto the guards.

Quillion then decided to add to the confusion by shouting "Lari! Lari!" whilst firing his last round in the chamber into the air, its explosive roar echoed, causing some guards to drop to the ground in fear.

It was not long before they ran out of the mall screaming "Hantu! Biru Hantu!". Quillion can't help but smile at that as he grew up in a superstitious culture, this gave him a sense of attachment to the past, even though he never participated in them.

He felt the air behind him shifted, making him jump.

"Hey you ain't half bad Corporal" Tracer said playfully as she punched his shoulder.

Quillion felt his blood boil, her plan was reckless and dangerous, needlessly risking her life when there are other alternatives. He was about to turn around to give her a piece of his mind when suddenly their world exploded as multiple rockets flew into the mall.

Translations for some of the Malay words used here:

1. Menyerahkan diri – Surrender youselves

2. Atas – Up there/On top/Up

3. Cepat – Quick/Fast/Faster

4. Lari – Run

5. Hantu – Ghost

6. Biru – Blue

7. Sana - There

I may use some different language in the future, would the readers prefer the translation be in the story within brackets?

Eg: When they saw her, they screamed "Dia ialah biru hantu! (She's the blue ghost!)

Or would the readers prefer this style where the translation is at the bottom?