Exclusion Zone 15

  XX.10.202X - Headhunter V.3.0 “ Motherfucker. Walking around like they own the place...” Mishka didn't take longer than a second to come up with a plan, and Sayori didn't care, not for those two. There will be no funerals. “Range?” She was lying right beside Sayori, tweaking the zoom, making herself comfortable. “Wait one. Seven-five-six meters.” Compass beside her, Sayori stuck her thumb into her mouth and held it up against the breeze. “Mild... eastern wind. Dunno if it does anything at this range. ” “Seven, five, six, tak tak . Wind is at our backs. Ready to spot Mishie some live targets?” Sayori exhaled and fought the urge to light a cigarette. After you pop your murder cherry, not during. “ Ready . Two targets, corpse pile, standing. bearing two-six-five, west-southwest.” “First shot.” BANG whine “Uhh... Up five, left eight, targets running towards northern office.” They immediately ran for cover, not too unlike Mishka and her, but they wouldn't make it, Mi...

  XX.10.202X - The Shape of Things to Come The warehouses and auto repairs southwest of Muldraugh were as uninteresting as ever. At least facing a horde wasn't boring. It was almost like a high-speed, high-stakes logic puzzle after she learned to look past the absolute money shot of adrenaline the operation entailed, after she'd grown beyond confident in her abilities – Sayori would disconnect, dissociate, visualize the “playing field” - meanwhile her body panted heavily, poured fire from a rapidly-heating barrel, calmly patted out the suppressor as it burst into flames again since it was too late by now to unscrew the thing anyways, now acting as bait for Mishka and now slowing down to place careful double-taps. Sayori knew Mishka's pace by instinct, Mishka knew hers, and combat was their dance. It was fierce, ruthless and blisteringly fast when room-to-room, since Mishka's habit of tossing a “present” or two inside before moving to clear wasn't leaving her ...