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　　MISSION: RE-POSSESSION #338

　　OBJECTIVE: NUETRALIZE & RECOVER

　　LOCATION : 41.861577, -88.297821

　　DISTANCE TO MISSION: 27.9 Miles

　　ADDRESS: 632 Maves Dr, Batavia, IL 60510

　　POC: N/A

　　REQUEST : NUETRALIZE THREATS, SECURE LOCATION FOR RECOVERY TEAM

　　CLIENT : DOUG YUSTRANIA

　　TIMEFRAME : IMMEDIATE

　　COMPENSATION : EXCESSIVE

　　INFO : C/YUSTRANIA returned to his home with his family to discover the location had been burglarized. C/YUSTRANIA has indicated multiple items taken are rare/priceless and must be required immediately and at all costs. Utilizing EIDI information from C/YUSTRANIA`s internet provider and home router, we were able to identify six digital devices. Utilizing our back door with select agencies we were able to isolate these devices to the address specified above. Current location of the digital devices places them 9.7 miles from C/YUSTRANIA`s home. Once location is secure, video feed to assigned analyst and recovery team will be coordinated on field agents behalf and clients wishes. C/YUSTRANIA is a first time client and is paying roughly 7x the standard rate for this type of operation. Do you accept this mission, Y or N?

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　　I chose yes and then dismissed the mission information from my HUD. A slight evening breeze greeted me as I came to a stop at the curb which led towards the parking lot. My eyes watched as the SUV started to approached me for my pickup. A new message from Terra appear in my view as I waited.

　　"There is a resupply station in the back of the SUV should you want to add or swap out your current weapon configurations." She informed me.

　　"So, Sasha." was all I replied. My mind struggling to let go of her and focus in on the mission at hand. She finally responded with all that needed to be said.

　　"Sasha asked that we not say anything to you regarding your past."

　　"Got it." Was all I replied.

　　I couldn`t be mad at Terra for not telling me. She was doing what she felt was best. I could at least respect the fact that she upheld her promise to Sasha.

　　My automated ride drove me West on Interstate 290 and then cut South along the Interstate 355 until we hit Highway 38 and started to proceed back to the West. I messaged Terra and asked if she could tell me about the location we were headed to. She replied with an audio file.

　　"You are looking at a single-family home built in a ranch style and design. 1,698 sqft laid out as a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom dwelling. Aluminum siding with concrete base, and a full basement. The main entrance has an exterior window directly to the ride side of the front door. The main entry door most people would enter through opens into the living room. Directly to the right side of the living room is the basement stairwell. Past the basement stairwell is the wall which separates the garage from the main house.

　　As you stand at the threshold to the front door, at a 45-degree angle to the right, you will see the kitchen. A wall separates the kitchen and the family room but has three open bay windows. Additionally, there are two passthroughs which connect the kitchen to the family room and the hallway directly across from the basement stairwell. The dining room is seated roughly ten feet behind the main kitchen area.

　　If you were to move through the living room, you`ll see it continues and is adjoined to the family room. The room ends with a large set of bay windows and a sliding glass door. The glass door connects to the backyard patio deck, which also has two additional entry points. One where the dining room is, and the other to the bedroom in the far-left corner of the home.

　　Upon entry through the main door, you will also see a wall immediately to your left. The wall runs along the left side of the living room until it ends at the hallway which connects to the second bathroom, and third bedroom. The opposite side of the hallway leads to the second bedroom. Double doors are also utilized for entry and exit into the room and open up on the left side of the family room. Additionally, remember there is a glass access door which connects to the exterior deck outside.

　　The which runs directly in between the basement stairwell and the kitchen gives access to the laundry room, as well as the garage entry door. You will find the master bedroom at the end of that hallway. The master bathroom is also connected inside the master bedroom.

　　I have utilized backdoor connections and have identified 30 separate digital devices that are currently connected to the home`s router and internet modem configurations. I do not have the ability to know precisely how many devices could be translated as potential targets. There are more than likely multiple passive devices such as iPads or TV`s."

　　"Got it! Thanks. Have the vehicle pull me off into an area I can ready-up at."

　　"Will do."

　　The vehicle began to pull of E Fabyan Parkway into the parking lot for Garagundrew Global. I checked the time and noticed it was just after 2000 hrs. The universe welcoming the earth with a blanket of darkness, a pitch-black moonless night. As soon as the SUV stopped, I exited and went to the back storage area of the vehicle.

　　I opened it up to see a small arsenal of items awaiting me. A plate carrier that I checked and found level 3+ armor plates inside. Though I knew my dragon skin was supposed to be able to stop most rifle rounds, there was something about wearing that heavier plate that always made you feel better. A reassurance which brings just that extra little bit of comfort and confidence.

　　I began to throw on the soft plate carrier. Once the front portion flopped over my chest, I noticed four pistol magazine pouches across the center. I turned my gaze back to the inside of the vehicle and looked over the large wrack system. A multitude of possibilities were available for selection as weapon magazines were all aligned in rows. I grabbed one of the magazines with the orange RFID icon and put it in one of my front pouches and continued to fill all the others until I was maxed out.

　　I looked over the rest of the options available to me, and saw a large nylon web belt. I grabbed it and placed it over top of my pants standard leather belt, affixing it with clasps that wrapped around both and buttoned over top. The arrangement gave me more bulk, but it was a more comfortable change as compared to having my concealed carry holster digging into my side.

　　In total, I was now fully loaded out with ten magazines. 170 rounds of 9mm total. When Terra had informed me, she could identify 30 digital devices at the location. I wanted to be sure I had enough ammo to send out 5 rounds per digital device. That would let me finish off with 20 rounds to spare.

　　My belief was to always carry more ammo than what I thought I may or may not need. I looked over my other options and noticed some grenades in the wrack area available for use. I felt a stun grenade would be a nice little addition to the party and grabbed two. I placed them high on my plate carrier`s chest portion.

　　My HUD display now updated my health icon. A darker shade of blue was overlayed on top of my chest portion. The blue coloration of the armor systems were semi-transparent and I was still able to see my green health icon silhouette underneath.

　　Let`s fucking go! I mentally yelled at myself. My heartbeat was already pumping hard in my chest, I took a step up and into my back seat area of the suv, but quickly stopped myself. "Fuck!" I said as I got back out of the vehicle, did a quick look around the area to confirm everything was all clear.

　　I whipped out the big guy and took a piss right there in the middle of the parking lot. Last thing we want is to loose bowel movement while in a gun fight. The finished off my piss and gave it a good shake as I climbed back into the SUV. A quick few squirts from a bottle of hand sanitizer in the middle console and rubbed my hands down.

　　"Terra, have the vehicle do a quick loop around the area so I can get eyes on the target." I said.

　　"Will do. You`re almost there. 1.84 miles to target." She replied.

　　The suv made a quick few turns as it navigated through the neighborhood until Terra had the vehicle take me down Maves Dr. I passed the house three times. Twice clockwise and once counterclockwise. N. Forest Ave at the end of the block helped form a perfect square with Ozier Dr.

　　As the SUV drew closer, I could hear music blasting from the residence. The music was so loud that I could still hear it a few doors down from the target location. The neighborhood looked fairly middle class and well kept, which led me to believe that our target house had residence who didn`t fit the traditional setting of what was expected. I was happy knowing that the music would be a good buffer for when the rounds started to fly. But there was no telling how long it would be until a neighbor tried to call the cops.

　　"I`m ready for insertion whenever you are T." I messaged Terra.

　　"Standby." & "Be advised we have secured all communications within a three-block radius and will delay all attempts to contact 911. You`re clear for insertion and will be in&"

　　As soon as I read Terra`s message, I noticed a semi-transparent countdown timer begin to flash at the top center of my view. The SUV had just turned off N. Forest Ave and onto Maves Dr heading west. The vehicle accelerated as I focused on the target house.

　　5&

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　　Neurochip play, "Make You Feel It" by Fire From The Gods.

　　1&

　　By the time the countdown hit one, the vehicle had stopped one house over. An attempt to get as close as possible for hitting the target house, but not too close to warn them of my arrival. The vehicle had not fully stopped by the time I had the door opened and was stepping out.

　　I began my fast paced walk up to the house. I could feel the bass from the music as it trembled and reverberated the ground under my feet. I grabbed my first stun grenade and pulled the pin. Clasping the grenade in my left hand as I then drew my pistol in my right. I brought my weapon up to the sternum area and held it tight against my plate carried.

　　I was now past the house`s driveway and up along the pathway with the garage off to my right side. I launched the stun grenade through the window and into the living room. I reached up, grabbed the glass welcome door and opened it, exposing the main front door. I counted for one second as I then reared back and brought my right leg up. My enhanced strength and ability surged through my body, and I planted the hardest kick I could generate onto the main door.

　　The impact splintered the door frame as the door swung inside. I instantly blitzed into the room and took my first step in, only to discover I had miss-timed my breech. Additionally, I was unaware of the four chairs which were set in a round circular pattern directly adjacent to the living room window. The stun grenade had hit the chair closest to the entry point when I launched it inside. The device had deflected back and I was now standing directly off to the left side of where the grenade lay nestled against the wall when the fucking thing finally detonated.

　　I had only had a millisecond to glimpse inside the house. There were four chairs set directly in front of me, but I also noticed two couches seated further away in the family room area. The two individuals who were seated on the couches were taken by surprise and had just began to sit up and react to my entry when the plan went to shit.

　　The detonation rattled me, everything blurred in my vision temporarily. My senses struggled to cope with what had occurred and worked on overdrive to correct the issue. I didn`t expect my feet to trip upon themselves when the blast occurred either. The failed effort caused me to crash down and over to my right. My right shoulder and hip landed in between the chairs and the exterior living room wall.

　　" Fuck !" I yelled out as I started to roll back up to my knees. The two individuals who had been seated on the couches began to reach up and aim pistols in my direction. I leaned slightly back on my knees, I took aim at the individual who was more directly in front and across from my position.

　　I sent the first round off, but the bullet launched far off to the left side and punched through the couch`s left arm rest. The round ripped the fabric free and sent stuffing up into the air as it did. I kept adjusting my aim from left to right as I watched the red dot narrow in on the first target. My trigger finger squeezed back and fired two rapid shots. I watched the target sent backwards against the couches padding as both rounds slammed into them. I launched a fourth shot, but it sailed just right of the target as their body collapsed down onto the couch.

　　I began to turn my attention to the second target, but before I could narrow my aim onto them, I saw the flash from their pistol. Their weapon roared to life, and I felt the rounds slam into me. One round passed just under my left arm and slammed into my plate carrier. The second round pounded into my upper chest, another into my left shoulder. The fourth round grazed the far-left edge of my shoulder as my body was now twisting backwards, the impacts knocked me off balance and I cried out in pain.

　　I landed back on my right shoulder again and immediately started to shimmy my way forward and to the right side of the chairs. The second target kept their attention on my previous location. They sent another three rapid rounds into the stuffed cushions. A mixture of gun powder, high velocity lead, cushion fabric and stuffing were already starting to dampen the room in a haze. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

　　I leaned out from my new position, just enough to get a good angle on target two and sent my initial four rounds at him. My pistol recoiled firmly in my hand with each of my four shots being fired. I finished the volley and sprang up to my knees. My red dot closed in on the target and I fired another two rounds. They both went high and to the right, slicing through the couch where target two had been sitting.

　　It wasn`t until the second volley was over when I noticed I had already hit target two twice in the chest. One of my shots impacted the left side of their head. The round had torn a portion of his skull off as his white tank top was now seeping with red blood. A red river now started to trickle down and make its way towards the couch cushions, as their head planted itself backwards.

　　I had no time to finish sweeping the room as I saw movement from the other side of the sliding glass door directly in front of me. A dark figure instantly appeared as they fired shots directly at me. The rounds punched through, and the glass shattered instantly. Each of their shots missed low and to my left. One of the four chairs which was still in front of me had taken the damage. I raised my pistol and didn`t wait for the red dot to reach center mass before I jerked back on the trigger. Four rounds fired straight towards target three.

　　As I started to engage target three, however, the two glass doors which led to bedroom 2 sprang open. Target 4 stepped out of the room with a long rifle, the woman pointed the rifle directly at me and began to punch three rounds into the chairs I was still tucked behind. Her shots missed me far to my left. I was grateful for her poor aim, and I shifted from target 3 over to her and sent three rounds in target 4`s direction.

　　I pulled the trigger again but felt the firm stop of the slide being held back and an empty magazine. I had been so drawn into the gunfight that I did not even pay attention to my round display. I saw the two targets begin to rear up and aim towards me, knowing another wave of hot lead was about to arrive at any second.

　　In a desperate move to gain separation from the targets, I dove to my right as hard as I could. My body crashed through the stairwell banister railings. The fall was roughly four feet and I landed on my back against the stairs. My body cascaded down in a tumbling mass into the basement and finally came to a stop on the concrete floor below.

　　My body instantly responded, and I kicked my legs out and worked my way up and into a seated position upon the basement floor. I grabbed the first magazine my hand found and began to perform a reload. The new magazine slid firmly into my pistol, and I sent the receiver forward without further delay. I maintained my view towards the stairs as I performed the quick reload. My eyes watched as the wall and stairwell above me continued to be pelted with lead.

　　My heart jumped and my jaw clenched as my peripheral view noticed movement off to my left. My gaze dashed over and noticed a figure starting to approach me with a handgun in their hand. I didn`t wait to see any more but immediately turned. My eyes focused straight on my red dot sight, and I pulled the trigger back smoothly. Two-rounds ripping through the kid`s chest without mercy.

　　As soon as I released the trigger on the second shot, I sat there as time began to move in slow motion. I watched the kids` eyes lock with my, his gaze alone spoke of peer agony and pain. It was then when I realized the coloration difference of my ammunition display. I had inserted the shatter magazine into my pistol.

　　The two rounds which entered the kids chest had now cut clean through him in tiny fragmented razor blades. The tears now began to poor out of his eyes. His grip released on his pistol and it clanked against the hardened cement floor. His body was standing there in seized agony. I looked where the rounds had made entry, and realized both appeared to have hit right where his lungs were.

　　The gasping sensation his face started to make, made me believe he was unable to breathe. His lunges refused to operate and were now experiencing excruciating pain. Every time his brain told him to try and take in oxygen, the torment radiated throughout the rest of his body even more.

　　I looked upon his young face and guessed he had to have been only 14, maybe 15 years of age. The kid was shirtless and had blue jeans which were sagging down on his waist as he had a Chicago Blackhawks hat slightly off kilter on his head. His curly brown hair stuck out from underneath it. The blood began to slowly drain out of his chest and run down his pale white skin as he then collapsed onto the ground.

　　Life rushed back into motion in the flash of a second as I made it to my feet. I took a step forward and towards the kids` body. A new target approached from around a corner on the left side of the basement. The kid was running as he rounded the corner of the partial wall off to the left side of the room. It had concealed him up to that point. His black sweatshirt and gym shorts blended in with the darkened light of the room. I noticed a pair of large padded headphones wrapped around his neck, they bounced up and down as he arrived by his companion.

　　I was slightly shocked to see the kid, without hesitation, lean over and retrieve the handgun his friend had dropped. He turned and began to lunge away from me in a run, the pistol in his hand. My finger squeezed back and fired two shatter rounds off. The rounds both impacted what looked to be his spinal column. He dropped down onto the floor in to a lifeless heap.

　　I began to sweep around the corner and went to clear the rest of the basement. As soon as I stepped past the partial wall, I saw a third kid sitting on a couch in the adjacent space across from me. The shotgun blast rang out, but the round missed, far right. My two shots, however, didn`t. One round hitting just above his sternum and one in his gut. The kid`s head hunched downward in his seat as his blood slowly seeped out and began to discolor the white Oakland raiders shirt and grey sweatpants he was wearing.

　　I continued to walk fully around the wall to clear the entire space. I couldn`t help but notice the three big screen TV`s with video game consoles all hooked up against the far wall that the kids had been facing. I noticed the gaming headsets and console controllers. A first-person shooter game appeared to be on the screens. The game continued to play on, but for the three bodies strewn around me, they no longer would.

　　A small coffee table was placed in the center of the circle with the couches and a chair placed around it. I could see the distinct appearance of narcotics, money, and what looked to be stolen jewelry were all placed on the table. I mentally moved on from the scene and I turned my attention back to the stairwell.

　　I made sure to take notice of my ammo meter this time. I saw I had 11 rounds remaining in my magazine. My health icon showed that my plate carry was cracked. My left shoulder was a mixture of green, light blue, and orange from when I had taken those two rounds to that side.

　　My shoulder antagonized me, but I could feel a different sensation within my body. As if I was sending pulsating waves of healing or pain blockage into my brain as well as the effected area. I assumed it was my body enhancements at work, as I walked back over towards the base of the stairs.

　　I knew from my secondary look at the room, before I went tumbling down the stairs, that the kitchen was just off to my right side. The bay window and right-side entrance of the kitchen and hallway would leave me exposed as I moved up the stairs.

　　I grabbed my second stun grenade, pulled the pin and flung it up the stairs. This time, however, I waited for the concussive blast to burst inside the room before I moved. As soon as the explosion rang out I launched myself up the stairs as quickly as I could. Three shots rang out from my right side and I somehow miraculously all three missed me. I blitzed off to the left center of the living room and noticed target 4 was behind the couch where target 1 lay lifeless.

　　I pumped five rounds across the room towards target 4 as I continued to move. The first three I volleyed out had cut through the couch and punched into the windows next to the fireplace. One round flew far left and way off target. My goal was to suppress target 4, and it worked as she kept herself hunkered down behind the couch.

　　I glided as fast as I could into a sidestep as I went and sent another two rounds over the couch. Still keeping target 4 crouched in-between the fireplace and the sofa. I pressed hard and fast to cut across the space, but slowed my stride as I came to the left side of couch where target two sat lifelessly.

　　I saw target 4 crouched down as I reared around the back side of the sofa`s corner. A slight tremble in her hands as she clasped onto what looked like a Rugar PC carbine, a 9mm semi-auto rifle. Target 4 lifted their head towards me as I looked into the woman`s eyes and saw a mixture of fear, hatred, and a plea for mercy. Her hazel eyes began to pull with tears as I lifted my pistol and sent one round into her chest and two directly into her face as she fell backwards onto her back.

　　Though I had slowed my pace, I kept my stride. I had wrapped around the back side of the couch by the time my final round punched into target 4`s head. I then felt the bullets snap behind me as target 5 regained themselves from the stun grenade and was now re-engaging me through the kitchen bay window.

　　I sprang down onto the floor and used what little cover and concealment the sofa could afford me from the incoming gunfire. I couldn`t duck out of the way enough though, as two rounds punched through the sofa and hit me. One in my right shoulder, which felt like a fucking railway spike being pounded into my arm. The other sent me haunching upwards as the round went directly in between my dragonskin and the back plate of my armor carrier.

　　I was pretty sure the dragonskin had stayed intact. It still felt like someone took a metal grinding wheel and tore the fucking thing right across the skin of my lower back. "Jesus-fucking -Christ!" I yelled out. I did everything I could to fight the pain, shoving it into the back of my mind as I rolled over. I grabbed a new magazine to reload since I had dumped the rest of my shatter magazine into target 4.

　　The gunfire from target 5 abruptly came to stop. I thought they were either reloading or their weapon had jammed. I planted my left hand on the floor and with a strong shove, launched myself back up to my feet. I lunged forward and pressed onward towards the kitchen passthrough which stood directly in front of me.

　　I sent three rounds through the bay window as my pistol rocked back in my grip. I watched my red dot sway in my hands as I kept working to aim where I believed my target was located. I didn`t have a clear shot on target 5, but had seen their head bobbing up and ducting down behind the countertop during their first volley of gunfire.

　　I didn`t wait any longer and surged aggressively towards the final feet before kitchen passthrough. I sent another two rounds through the bay window to keep target 5`s head pinned down. I blitzed into the room without hesitation, and punched 4 rounds directly into target 5. Their body collapsed down onto the laminate kitchen floor.

　　As I stood over them, I saw a jammed pistol in their hand. I walked up and kicked target 5 over, sending the body onto its` back. The corpse gazed upwards with a death stare towards the heavens. The target`s face and neck were covered in tattoos with multiple designs, numbers, and words. A Chicago cubs hat lay off to the side, as my blunt kick had shoved it off his bald head.

　　I should have never paused over target 4 for those few seconds. The pain I had taken from target 5`s two shots were now burning into me. My health status showed a bright orange coloration in my lower back and my right shoulder. My health status icon was showing far more orange discoloration than I cared for.

　　I stepped over target five and proceeded into the hallway off to the left side. The small area leading me to the master bedroom. As I reached for the bedroom`s doorknob, I glanced over and took notice of my ammo count. The display showing 11 rounds remaining in my magazine.

　　I turned the door nob and as soon as I felt it unlatch, I finalized the motion and rammed my shoulder into the door. I pressed quickly through the threshold as the door arched backwards behind me to the left. Directly in front of me and centered on the back end of the room was a large bed. A medium built, chubby guy was giving it to a young college age chick from behind. Her head reared upwards, and I saw her tits flopping back and forth as both pairs of their eyes widened in embarrassed shock and seething hatred.

　　The chick cried out as the guy started to reach down on the bed, though I couldn`t see it, I was sure it was a weapon of some kind. My red dot was placed directly on his chest as my finger glided back with ease. Three rounds punched directly into his chest as he collapsed down and on top of the young woman.

　　I turned my head to the right and noticed the passthrough for what looked to be the master bathroom. My body turned quickly and I began to walk towards the door, adjusting my angle to clear the bathroom of any potential surprises that may await me. A quick investigation confirm there was no one within it. As I turned around to re-enter the bedroom, however, I was greeted by the naked chick, holding her dead lover`s revolver in her hands.

　　She had moved the corpse off her and now was attempting to steady the shaking in her hands as the pistol`s barrel was pointed in my general direction. I caught the flash of the muzzle as the round punched straight into my dragonskin armor in my gut. My stomach flexed instantly as the pain hit me like a ton of bricks and made me cough out a giant breath.

　　I practically keeled over, but not before I fired two rounds at her. One just above her right breast. The other round punched a hole right through her throat. A splattering of blood peppered the back headboard of the bed where both now laid lifelessly on. I staggered back and collapsed slightly onto the bedroom wall and leaned against it with my left shoulder as I worked to catch my breath.

　　Fuck! I`d be gone if it wasn`t for this dragonskin saving my fat ass& but jesus fucking monkeys does it hurt like a bitch! I looked back to the bed and saw the woman`s round ass checks propped up like small mounds. "So much for being merciful& dumb bitch!" I said in a slight whisper as my breath just started to return to my lungs . Six rounds left , I told myself as I narrowed in on my ammo display. I leaned off the bedroom wall and then started to re-enter the hallway.

　　I had planned to move across the hall and into the garage, but those plans changed. As soon as I took my first step back into the hallway, I saw two individuals directly across from me and the living room. Target 8 was standing at the entrance to the third bedroom hallway with a woman directly behind him. He immediately started taking pop shots at me as I re-entered the hallway. The first shot he fired missed to the right, the second higher and to the right. His gunfire didn`t stop me as I kept pressing straight ahead and towards the target with speed.

　　My red dot centered straight on the top of his chest and I pulled back on the trigger. My pistol sang to life with death and hatred streaking across the room towards Target 8. My first two rounds clipped his left shoulder and my second shot slammed into his right oblique. I was now roughly a third of the way across the living room when target 8`s third shot grazed off the left side of my neck. The round slicing just above my dragonskin and I saw my health icon instantly turn dark orange with a sliver of red at its` center.

　　I focused my red dot directly on the target and exhaled as I pulled back on a new volley of rounds. My third shot slammed directly into his chest. His body fell forwards with enough speed that the final rounds of my volley flew past him and slammed into the woman who was standing directly behind him in the hallway. Her body leaned and then fell to her right side. She began to slide down against the wall and collapsed into a heaped pile of flesh on the carpet. I was now halfway across the living room and performed a fresh reload, keeping my attention towards target 8 and 9`s bodies.

　　I wasn`t prepared for the slamming sensation that drove into me from behind. The round slammed into my back armor plate first, before I heard the sound of the shotguns discharge. The impact shoved me downwards as I stumbled. As my body began to fall, however, I twisted with my enhanced dexterity. I landed just enough on my right side that the momentum carried me onto my back. A second shotgun blast rang out as I felt the tiny pellets come tearing all around. I was positive it was buckshot that cut inside me. The pelting sensation on my legs instantly started to burn in intensity.

　　I started to smash backwards on my trigger with all the hatred I could feel within the mili-seconds that flashed by. I pulled backwards on my trigger until I saw his body fall to the ground. Holes punched through the shirtless male individual, and he landed with a giant thud upon the floor. His body fell on top of the pump shotgun which was still clutched in his dead hands.

　　My head fell backwards and I let it stay there for a few seconds, but that short period of time felt like an eternity. I took notice of my health icon. Tiny orange holes were covered all over my legs. The traditional green coloration was now a lime green shading with a more significant yellow tone.

　　Bitch, you can fucking do this& this aint shit. Now get up and stop taking a fucking vacation. I rolled to my side and forced my body to get back onto its` feet. As I stood upright, I started to lurch forward. My movement felt hindered by the pellets which seemed to be lodged within me. I was still able to stammer my way through the rest of the house and verified everything was truly clear.

　　The garage was my final area and found a massive pile of items placed within it. Paintings, and other items which at first glance, looked to be priceless artifacts that should be in museums. I didn`t waste time going through everything, but video called Terra and showed her what my eyes were seeing.

　　"Standby" was what she told me, as I waited for her response. "Client confirmed visual. Those are the items. Dispatching recovery crew now." She said as I ended the video call and began to make my way outside and back to my vehicle.

　　I left the front door completely open as I walked out into the night sky and enjoyed the cool breeze as it blew over me. I had not realized how much sweat had been pouring down over my face and had covered my body, until the fresh air hit me. I was now halfway through the yard when I saw three vehicle lights turn down and onto the street, approaching the house. Terra sent me a message which flashed across my screen, "Crew arriving in 10 seconds. You`re clear to depart."

　　//ACCESS GRANTED\\

　　Flashed across my HUD as my hand reached for the door handle after I holstered my pistol. I pulled my exhausted body up and into the back seat. As soon as I shut the door the vehicle inched to life and began to pull away from the house. It was practically at the same time the three vehicles arrived. I watched as multiple individuals exited each vehicle wearing solid grey jumpsuits and gloves. I didn`t pay any other attention to the recovery team. Neurochip, play "Rock The Party" by P.O.D. As the music began to play within my headspace, my vision was immediately filled with prompts.

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