User:NeloAngelo/RekanStuff/3

The trio travelled by destination by car, reaching the location at evening. Parking the car somewhere further than their actual location to for an easier getaway, Bunyan issued one last one last watch synchronization check before going on their ways.

At the party of Dexal Science Technology, Sanna joined Bunyan, masquerading as of the guest. Being surrounded by so many people at once was certainly out of Sanna’s comfort zone. She looked around, surrounded by aristocrats and exquisite garden decors. Sanna looked upwards the sky as it was approaching nightfall. Gazing at the cloudless sky, Sanna wondered if the moon will show up.

Sanna’s daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by Bunyan, who tapped her shoulder. Bunyan then tilted his head towards his right, indicating Sanna’s target.

“There’s your target. Richard Fourke.” Bunyan said, looking towards an elderly gentleman walking alongside two people in black suits. Richard was wearing a long elegant coat complete with a decorated cravat, his presence exuding an air of superiority.

“He certainly looked more charming than in the photos.” Sanna remarked.

“Charming or not, this man is the head behind Dexal Science Tech’s financial business. He’s influential enough to make Ehrenfels to consider him a threat.” Bunyan warned.

“Understood. When night falls, and Reinhardt does her thing, I'll take him out.” Sanna said as she took another glance at the Richard.

“Yes. I am counting on you.” Bunyan replied, concluding their conversation.

The two was then approached by an aristocrat lady, one of Richard’s guests.

“Excuse me, this gentleman over here. Perchance, you are General Bunyan?” the aristocrat lady asked.

“Why, yes.” Bunyan replied with a smile. Despite his experiences in war, Bunyan has aged rather gracefully and is still rather popular with the ladies; his rugged features complimented nicely with his eyes, which retained the vibrant energy he had in his youth.

“Would you care for a dance? It would be a great pleasure to dance with the hero of AN.” The lady continued, her voice stirring with joy.

“Ah, but I’m his dance partner...!” Sanna interjected.

Bunyan then shot a glance towards Sanna; it was a look of a general expressing his disappointment at his underling, though this one was mixed with a sense of amusement. Sanna immediately retreated back upon seeing Bunyan’s response.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I could introduce you to some other male dance partners, if you wish?” the lady voiced out again.

“No…it’s fine.” Sanna replied, somewhat defeated.

“Well, my lady, the pleasure is all mine. Shall we go?” Bunyan spoke once again, walking alongside the lady. Before leaving, Bunyan whispered to Sanna as he walk past her “So, don’t let your guard down.”

“Go mingle somewhere else, huh?” Sanna thought to herself as she watched the both of them leave.

Outside of the party, Erica walked towards the two guards standing before the garden’s entrance with a stun gun held behind her back. She pulled her black turtleneck up to her face, covering her identity.

“Stop, this is a private party. You’ll need an invitaAAARGH!” Before one of the guards are able to complete his sentence, Erica swiftly jammed the stun gun at the man’s stomach.

Erica’s action attracted the attention of the second guard, who rushed in to help his partner. Not losing momentum, she aimed her fist at the second guard’s mouth, preventing him for contacting backup. Pulling her stun gun away from the first guard, she then replaced the current of the stun gun with a swift stomp at the writhing guard aimed at his chest, incapacitating him. She then slid towards the second guard, who was recoiling in pain and jammed the stun gun at him. In a short span of 5 minutes, Erica had disabled two of the guards.

“Says he’s a rich guy, but surely he can afford more men, no? Not that I’m complaining….” Erica muttered to herself as she dragged two the unconscious guards away from the main entrance. She then walked back to Bunyan’s car, taking out her Gatling gun.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” The words escaped Erica’s mouth as she pulled the trigger of Panther, making her entrance the rave of thousand bullets ripping through. Erica’s actions quickly attracted the masses’ attention, as well as - Sanna’s, who set her sights on Richard, who was quickly escorted by the two bodyguards who’ve been following him earlier. Shifting nimbly between the panicking crowd, Sanna made her way towards Richard, while Erica continued to raise hell with her Gatling gun, tearing down one of the walls barricading the garden. Bunyan was feigning innocence, calming the crowd and directing them to safety.

Just as planned.

Sanna’s footsteps became lighter and faster as she ran past the crowd. As she reached the distance of roughly 50 meters between her and Richard, Sanna pulled out the SMG from her skirt and opened fire.

The .45ACP cartridge that was loaded within her submachine gun, the same bullet used in her pistol had only an effective range of 50 meters. However, the gun’s accuracy was horribly marred by the dim light, and the condition is worsened with a moving target. Of course, Sanna wasn’t intending to score a kill with the spraying bullets, but simply to slow Richard down.

Sanna’s reckless spray of bullets intimidated Richard’s bodyguards as they pulled out their handguns, attempting to shoot her. Showing no concern, Sanna continued pursuing forward rather than slowing down. Sanna deduced that with the dim light, coupled with her spray of rapid bullets, she should be able to throw off the bodyguards’ aim. With that in mind, Sanna continued her pace while firing the submachine gun. The UMP’s rate of fire, consuming 650 rounds rounds fired per minute was extremely consuming, and by the time Sanna shortened the distance between them to 20 meters, her submachine gun produced only sounds of clicks.

A couple of bullets flew past Sanna as she slid her emptied gun back, grazing her right arm. Swapping out into her handgun, Sanna quickly performed a slide on the ground, this time aiming intently on one of the guards and opened fire. Her shot hit the target’s chest, instantly killing one as her momentum stops. The remaining guard tried to seize the moment of opportunity to open fire, but Sanna reacted faster as she drew out her knife and threw it towards the second guard, hitting him in the shoulder.

As the guard was distracted by the pain, Sanna quickly pulled herself from the ground, and shot the guard, incapacitating him and leaving the helpless Richard Fourke alone.

A whimper of agony pierced through the panicking crowd as Sanna pulled the trigger, shooting the elderly gentleman in the chest. Richard’s death cry was too weak, easily buried under the screams of the panicking crowd.

Confirming her kill, Sanna then ran back to mingle with the panicking crowd, accompanying them to leave the area. Erica noticed Sanna’s presence in among one of the crowds directed by Bunyan, as she slowed down her assault, and ran towards one of the walls she tore down earlier as an escape point.

The trio eventually meets up at Bunyan’s car, the general then drove them away, marking the end of the hunt.

“Ah, you’re hurt.” Erica said, sitting beside Sanna as she noticed her grazed arm.

“I’m fine.” Sanna replied, pressing her left hand on her wound.

Erica shrugged, and then asked Bunyan “What about the clean-up?”

“We’ll just leave it to the cops. Anyway, good job today.” Bunyan replied, then took a glance at Sanna’s wound from the rear mirror, and continued, “Sanna, go see Schwarzschild about that wound.”

Sanna grimaced.

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By the time the trio reached back to the homebase, it was past midnight. Erica parted with them and went on ahead, saying she’ll discuss her contract further tomorrow. Bunyan went to his office, leaving Sanna walking towards the medical room.

Despite the late hours, Sanna knew Illia is an owl person, though she was surprised that she was greeted with Illia’s bloodshot eyes, startling her a little.

“Hi Sakan….” Illia greeted groggily.

Sanna nodded, and proceeded to show Illia her grazed arm. Illia’s expression turned from tired to focused as she saw Sanna’s wound, and she proceeded jump on her and started inspecting her wounds. “Just the arm. I’m fine, really.” Sanna said.

“Really now, even if your wound closes faster than an average human’s there really isn’t a reason act recklessly…” Illia grumbled as she treats Sanna’s arm. Wanting to change the subject, Sanna looked around the medical room, among them listed various types of Armored Unit schematics beyond her understanding. Among the notes, one particular paper caught Sanna’s attention.

“Heather?” Sanna asked, glancing at one of the papers pinned among numerous notes on the wall. Sanna’s question seems to surprise Illia, who then stops treating Sanna’s wound and quickly took down the note, hugging it closely to her chest.

Illia stared at Sanna as the two fell into silence.

After a long pause, Illia finally said, “Sakan, I trust you, and…you can keep a secret, right?”

Sanna nodded.

Sanna’s respond evoked smile from Illia, as if she was waiting to have someone to share this secret with. The right someone, of course.

“Well…I’ve been trying to design an Armored Unit’s schematic. I don’t want to live under dad’s shadow forever.” Illia said, shaking a little.

Sanna replied nothing, but nodded her head, as Illia continued, “No offense, but things change constantly, and dad’s work would eventually be surpassed. That’s how it goes. You too, are bound to change eventually. Artificially born or not.” Illia then placed down the note on the table, continuing, “It’s something that I haven’t even told Ehrenfels. Make this just between us, okay, Sakan?”

“Okay.” Sanna replied, looking at Illia giving a sigh of relief, as if she just put away chains weighting her down.

As Illia returned to tend her wounds, a thought crossed Sanna’s mind, “Someday…I’ll be obsolete, too…?”