The door slammed open at about six in the morning, slamming Charon in the knee and waking them both up. They gasped awake, but held their silence, grabbing their weapons immediately. This time it was a couple of Talon Company mercs looking for a place to piss. One of them went over and kicked the Mutant's dead body.
"Musta caught a stray bullet or two to the back of his head an come in here to die. How pathetic." Charon looked down at his pistol, which was lying just out of the shadows that they were hiding in. He motioned to Anastasia to get it, and ever so slowly, she leaned over, and grabbed it, then moved backwards in the same slow manner.
"Oy, I coulda sworn I saw something move behind that door."
"You're crazy."
"Naw, seriously." One of them moved over to the door and slammed it shut.
"What the-" He was dead before he could finish, and Charon killed the second guy less than a moment later. They sat there, not moving for a moment.
"Wow. That was close." Anastasia said, looking at him. He nodded, and they both stood up. They no longer closed the bathroom door behind them than another Talon Company merc rounded the corner wielding a missile launcher, and launched a missile right at them.
Charon dove back down the hall; Anastasia drew her gun and dove forward to shoot the guy. The wall came down between them.
"CHARON!" Anastasia screamed. She heard no reply through the rubble. It wasn't budging, either. She turned back, panicking, and looted the body of the dead raider. She knew the only thing to do was to get the hell out of the capital building.
She sat down and caught her breath, trying to calm down. It'd been a while since she last adventured alone.