Their orders were to hold the corridor at all costs, a larger force of Black faction standards were approaching. They barricaded themselves into a corner, unseen to their numerically superior enemy. A full squad of 12units approached. Heels clacking echoing through the halls. Breath against their masks, stomachs bowing and sinking with every breath.
Thre three CPD units have different levels of experience. Once of them was a Temp, back for a short stay and not keen to get gunned down. Another was a very experienced combat unit, knowing exactly what she is about to do. Another a young newcomer, with the new issue shiny fabric uniform.
The standards approached. At the front what is referred to as a desperate. A woman in her 40s, still serving trying to build up her cash pool...but still obsessed with combat.
She gets closer and the CPD units open fire. The lead standard receives an adequate number of rounds to drop her. Over 15 years of service to the Mistress and she is expended. The rest barely get a round off, bodies peppered. The breif sting of pain follows the numbing black fade....
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2023-09-21 04:47:45 +0000 UTCChris Gutz
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