Gloria Martinez's eyes opened slowly as she felt the hand on the shoulder shake her awake, she rolled over yawning, "David, you know Mamà has work in… the…"
She trailed off as she realized her son wasn't using his weird trick to appear as the five year old he was, but his "real" self. A hulking mass of muscle that looked several times his age, "Mamà. He snitched."
Gloria's eyes snapped open, and she jerked up, "You're sure?"
"I was on the top floor, I saw them land," David said, not feeling the need to elaborate on his strange sleep schedule. He had never slept for more than two hours since Gloria had adopted him.
That Hijo de puta.
Gloria rolled out of bed and rushed over to the cabinet where she kept the Colt-AMT Model 2000 and pulled it out alongside an IMI Chainknife. At the same time, David stood to his full height, or as close as he could without putting a hole in the roof, and width with the cracking of joints and practically threw the couch out of the way, grabbing the Animals sized machete that he had sworn he had thrown away in his hand. Despite being built for a gangoon roided out on bioaugs, the blade's guard barely fit around his pinky and ring finger, and the blade itself looked like a shiv in his hulking hand. After a second, he shook his head and shifted it so it was in a throwing grip, lifting the knife until in was in a throwing stance, winding up so his hand and head were even with each other.
With the other hand, he raised three fingers, lowered one, then another and finally the last as the door fell out of its frame with a soft "whomp". Less than halfway down, David threw the knife suddenly and without warning. It whipped across the space, through the gap, and hit through something with a loud crack and splat.
"What the fu-" in the time it took the goon to say that, David had crossed the space between them, swooped down to punch a hole in the door, lifted it with one hand, and used it as an improvised shield to bash another goon into the wall as the first one went over the three story edge with a knife lodged in his face.
— X Jill X–
The operation had, at the outset, sounded easy. Sneak into Megabuilding H4, find someone that appeared to be either a lost company asset, or one from another company. Bioware up to his gills, some sort of super soldier project from Militech, probably.
The exact moment Jill Smith of Biotechnica special ops realized how wrong they were was when Valentine suddenly had a knife lodged in his face, was flying over the edge of the three story fall, and the ten foot tall "asset" came through the doorway ducked and sidesaddle to punch a hole through the door they had just, just breached less than two seconds before.
Oh, Jesus Chirst it was like someone took an Animal and pumped them full of pre-Collapse steroids on top of everything they already took.
The next second, Captain Carter was turned into a pancake of shattered bones, pulped organs and splattered blood. Brown eyes flashed as the asset swung the door sideways, decapitating another agent in the time it took to breath in and pull the trigger on her Ajax. Bullets flew, and the first volley smashed into him with a dull thud. The giant turned towards her, and in the next second was in her guard and lifting her by the neck. She couldn't breath, but she could feel her neck protesting the crushing grip on it. Spine, trachea, everything-
Crunch.
Jill Smith fell with wide eyes as she gasped for air she wasn't getting, the giant dropping her and whipping towards where James was lining up a shot with his Crusher, the door flying off his arm and slamming into James's gut, pinning him against the door and bisecting him at the waist. Two more members of the squad, Ramirez and Vasquez, raised their own Ajax only for the asset to suddenly be between them, gripping them by the head and-
SPLAT!
Smashing their heads together, caving them like melons. A woman stepped out of the apartment then, pointing the gun at Jill's face with a hard look on her face.
"No!" Jill tried to wheeze out, only to get nothing as her vision began to darken anyways. Jill had just enough time to see the woman pull the trigger.
Then, nothing.
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