The air in the slaughterhouse was thick and humid, causing the inside of her mask to cling to her face. All around her rose the chaotic drone of battle; the staccato hum of automatic weapon fire, the cries of the wounded, the heavy thuds of boots on concrete.
Things were going disastrously. Half of her crew had been downed and she was running low on ammo. Yet the waves of cops just kept coming. Packs of them, flooding her vision with a stream of bullets.
In the distance she could hear her only remaining ally hit the floor, his cries for help all but drowned out amidst the din. How could things go so wrong so quickly? They had their heist planned out step by step well in advance. Now, though... none of that planning mattered.
Nao checked her weapons. She had only five or so rounds left in her magazine and a small army standing between her and the extraction point. Screw it, she was going to have to make a break for it.
She was a flurry of motion, a single woman running madly through the urban battlefield. Attackers harassed her from all sides, the occasional bullet catching her, further depleting her diminishing health. Finally, though, she rounded a corner. She could see the open doors that marked the exit, escape resting just beyond.
She ran with what little stamina she had left, blasting her way past those industrial double doors and out into the sunlight. Though, the moment she stopped to let her eyes adjust... she hear a distant BOOM. Her vision flashed red and suddenly she was face down on the pavement, bleeding out.... waiting for her pursuers to come and drag her off in chains.
'MISSION FAILED'
"Son of a... biscuit! Freaking snipers!" Nao scooted away from her computer, watching angrily as her in-game avatar lay motionless.
Brows furrowing, she quickly set about typing out a message to her companions.
"U guise suck. Lern 2 play."
Message sent, she promptly logged out. A proper rage quit if there ever was one.
It was, of course, only until the game window vanished that it revealed the small clock in the bottom right corner of her desktop.
"1:45?!?" She stammered in disbelief. Where had the time gone? She was supposed to be at the admissions office ten minutes ago!
"Crap! Crap! Crap!" She nearly stumbled as she ran for the door, attempting to clumsily put on her shoes as she moved.
Eventually, she made her way outside... running at full sprint for the admissions office. Keeping time was never something she quite excelled at... but hopefully her grand entrance into the building would be enough to compensate for her tardiness. Hopefully.
People passed by her in a blur, fumbling to get out of her way as her powerful legs shot her towards her destination like a rocket.
A resounding boom announced her arrival into the admissions office. The door swinging heavily inward as her body slammed into it. Doubtless... she looked like some crazy person.... staring wide eyed and breathless at the people inside.
"Uhm... hi! I'm uh... here to... schedule my classes for the upcoming semester..." she announced... smiling sheepishly as she reached up to adjust her mussed hair. Slowly but surely she made her way over to the front desk and signed in... trying ever so hard not to acknowledge the twenty minutes that had since passed since the intended start of her appointment.
A sigh left her lips... and she collapsed into a nearby chair to wait.
Things were going disastrously. Half of her crew had been downed and she was running low on ammo. Yet the waves of cops just kept coming. Packs of them, flooding her vision with a stream of bullets.
In the distance she could hear her only remaining ally hit the floor, his cries for help all but drowned out amidst the din. How could things go so wrong so quickly? They had their heist planned out step by step well in advance. Now, though... none of that planning mattered.
Nao checked her weapons. She had only five or so rounds left in her magazine and a small army standing between her and the extraction point. Screw it, she was going to have to make a break for it.
She was a flurry of motion, a single woman running madly through the urban battlefield. Attackers harassed her from all sides, the occasional bullet catching her, further depleting her diminishing health. Finally, though, she rounded a corner. She could see the open doors that marked the exit, escape resting just beyond.
She ran with what little stamina she had left, blasting her way past those industrial double doors and out into the sunlight. Though, the moment she stopped to let her eyes adjust... she hear a distant BOOM. Her vision flashed red and suddenly she was face down on the pavement, bleeding out.... waiting for her pursuers to come and drag her off in chains.
'MISSION FAILED'
"Son of a... biscuit! Freaking snipers!" Nao scooted away from her computer, watching angrily as her in-game avatar lay motionless.
Brows furrowing, she quickly set about typing out a message to her companions.
"U guise suck. Lern 2 play."
Message sent, she promptly logged out. A proper rage quit if there ever was one.
It was, of course, only until the game window vanished that it revealed the small clock in the bottom right corner of her desktop.
"1:45?!?" She stammered in disbelief. Where had the time gone? She was supposed to be at the admissions office ten minutes ago!
"Crap! Crap! Crap!" She nearly stumbled as she ran for the door, attempting to clumsily put on her shoes as she moved.
Eventually, she made her way outside... running at full sprint for the admissions office. Keeping time was never something she quite excelled at... but hopefully her grand entrance into the building would be enough to compensate for her tardiness. Hopefully.
People passed by her in a blur, fumbling to get out of her way as her powerful legs shot her towards her destination like a rocket.
A resounding boom announced her arrival into the admissions office. The door swinging heavily inward as her body slammed into it. Doubtless... she looked like some crazy person.... staring wide eyed and breathless at the people inside.
"Uhm... hi! I'm uh... here to... schedule my classes for the upcoming semester..." she announced... smiling sheepishly as she reached up to adjust her mussed hair. Slowly but surely she made her way over to the front desk and signed in... trying ever so hard not to acknowledge the twenty minutes that had since passed since the intended start of her appointment.
A sigh left her lips... and she collapsed into a nearby chair to wait.