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guaranteeing his death moments later. When she
turned her focus on the remaining two men, Myrine was standing over their prone
bodies.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Mirissa said.
Myrine cringed at the comment the moment it escaped her
daughter’s lips because she knew she had just tempted fate. That notion was
confirmed when a stream of fresh gunmen came through the door.
As though they were reading each other’s thoughts, the women
ran to the edge of the roof where Mirissa had been earlier. Without pausing,
they jumped and landed hard on the adjacent building. A hail of bullets
followed them, and before they had regained their feet, they were firing back.
Judging by their opponents’ weapons, they would surely be wearing body armor
and a headshot was the only way to guarantee a kill. Being off balance and
aiming at such a small target, the two women expended a total of five rounds
before finding their marks.
Three more of the intruders fell, while two others attempted
the same jump as the women had just completed. A shot to each of their chests,
although not fatal due to their body armor, stopped their momentum, and they
fell the five stories to the street below.
Keeping their heads low while running, Myrine led Mirissa to
a door that opened into a stairwell. Flying down the stairs the two women
reached the ground floor in a matter of seconds, and, after checking the lobby,
walked calmly to the back door, concealing their rifles as best they could. The
rush of people leaving the building after the bomb blast next door made it easy
for them to go unnoticed.
“I have to go back for my agents,” Myrine said. Mirissa
nodded in agreement and the two made their way to the back corner of the
building adjacent to their target. A quick look told them that no one was
standing guard, so they jogged over and took up the familiar positions on
either side of the delivery door.
Once back inside her office building, Myrine took the lead
and Mirissa covered their backs as they crept down the hallway that ran the
length of the back of the building. Smoke was everywhere and visibility was
near zero. Halfway down the hall, the left side opened into the lobby. When
they turned the corner, they found the site of the earlier explosion.
It had decimated the lobby, blowing out all of the windows
and destroying the guard desk. Judging by the small crater in the floor and the
widespread damage throughout the large room, the explosion was most likely
caused by a fragmentation grenade. Although the initial explosion radius of
these types of grenades was smaller, the fragments could travel up to 200
meters at high speeds. The airflow from the newly broken windows had allowed
much of the smoke to clear, but the increased visibility wasn’t necessary to
see that the two guards that occupied this room were dead.
Filing that away to deal with at a later time, Myrine
continued down the hall toward the stairwell, checking each room they passed
for survivors. Where is everyone? These offices should have been full of
people when the bomb went off, but there was nobody, alive or dead.
After clearing the first floor, they moved up to the second.
Going through the door to the hallway the same way they had gone through every
door today, they again started checking for survivors. And again found no one.
As they made their way up the stairs to the third floor, the
stairwell door opened before they had gotten into position. Shocked to see
them, the intruder fumbled with his weapon, trying to level it. Myrine grabbed
the muzzle and pulled hard, using his momentum to bring him down the stairs.
Mirissa ducked low and struck out with a sidekick to his knee, shattering it
with a sickening crunch and leaving his tibia swinging painfully. Myrine
crushed his larynx to stifle his screams.
Leaving the man writhing on the floor, they entered the
third floor hallway and immediately dropped to their knees at the sound of
nearby voices. After a moment, with no
turned her focus on the remaining two men, Myrine was standing over their prone
bodies.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Mirissa said.
Myrine cringed at the comment the moment it escaped her
daughter’s lips because she knew she had just tempted fate. That notion was
confirmed when a stream of fresh gunmen came through the door.
As though they were reading each other’s thoughts, the women
ran to the edge of the roof where Mirissa had been earlier. Without pausing,
they jumped and landed hard on the adjacent building. A hail of bullets
followed them, and before they had regained their feet, they were firing back.
Judging by their opponents’ weapons, they would surely be wearing body armor
and a headshot was the only way to guarantee a kill. Being off balance and
aiming at such a small target, the two women expended a total of five rounds
before finding their marks.
Three more of the intruders fell, while two others attempted
the same jump as the women had just completed. A shot to each of their chests,
although not fatal due to their body armor, stopped their momentum, and they
fell the five stories to the street below.
Keeping their heads low while running, Myrine led Mirissa to
a door that opened into a stairwell. Flying down the stairs the two women
reached the ground floor in a matter of seconds, and, after checking the lobby,
walked calmly to the back door, concealing their rifles as best they could. The
rush of people leaving the building after the bomb blast next door made it easy
for them to go unnoticed.
“I have to go back for my agents,” Myrine said. Mirissa
nodded in agreement and the two made their way to the back corner of the
building adjacent to their target. A quick look told them that no one was
standing guard, so they jogged over and took up the familiar positions on
either side of the delivery door.
Once back inside her office building, Myrine took the lead
and Mirissa covered their backs as they crept down the hallway that ran the
length of the back of the building. Smoke was everywhere and visibility was
near zero. Halfway down the hall, the left side opened into the lobby. When
they turned the corner, they found the site of the earlier explosion.
It had decimated the lobby, blowing out all of the windows
and destroying the guard desk. Judging by the small crater in the floor and the
widespread damage throughout the large room, the explosion was most likely
caused by a fragmentation grenade. Although the initial explosion radius of
these types of grenades was smaller, the fragments could travel up to 200
meters at high speeds. The airflow from the newly broken windows had allowed
much of the smoke to clear, but the increased visibility wasn’t necessary to
see that the two guards that occupied this room were dead.
Filing that away to deal with at a later time, Myrine
continued down the hall toward the stairwell, checking each room they passed
for survivors. Where is everyone? These offices should have been full of
people when the bomb went off, but there was nobody, alive or dead.
After clearing the first floor, they moved up to the second.
Going through the door to the hallway the same way they had gone through every
door today, they again started checking for survivors. And again found no one.
As they made their way up the stairs to the third floor, the
stairwell door opened before they had gotten into position. Shocked to see
them, the intruder fumbled with his weapon, trying to level it. Myrine grabbed
the muzzle and pulled hard, using his momentum to bring him down the stairs.
Mirissa ducked low and struck out with a sidekick to his knee, shattering it
with a sickening crunch and leaving his tibia swinging painfully. Myrine
crushed his larynx to stifle his screams.
Leaving the man writhing on the floor, they entered the
third floor hallway and immediately dropped to their knees at the sound of
nearby voices. After a moment, with no
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