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They had planned and prepared for this assault in advance. They had separate parts for most of the mission, but would both accomplish their ends of the objective, she was sure, unless an unidentified obstacle stepped in their way. And really, what were the chances of that happening? Aside from her recent encounter with California, she usually had
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Cal soon found himself cornered. Sure, it had happened to him a lot over the years, going from Project Freelancer to his own, but Cal had considerable more firepower at his disposal. And his armor ability. With his past fight with Mass, Cal found himself extremely worried over the fact he might not be able to pull himself out of the rage and attack her too. No self restraint was a bad thing. Then Cal remembered the plan. With a grin beneath his helmet, he dropped his weapons.
As one of the guards came forward to collect the armaments, California let his former training overtake him and found himself grinding the guards face beneath his boots. As the man hit the ground, Cal ducked into a roll, popping up in front of another and dodging to the right as the man shoved a shotgun forward to blast him, slicing the mans throat with his Kukri. Quickly flipping over the back of the bleeding man, Cal grabbed the Assault Rifle of another and punched him in the face, breaking his skull.
Quickly taking the AR, Cal turned the gun on its former owners allies, taking one down and colliding the butt of the weapon against another before throwing it at the face of a third. Another pair of guards rushed forward, and received a double split kick in the face for their troubles.
Cal hadn't even begun to sweat as he broke another guards neck, before getting grappled by one from behind in a full nelson, opening Cal up for a rush from another guard. Breaking out of the grapple in time, the rusher punched his partner in the face and received a head butt.
Backing away, California brandished his knife and took a dashing step forward, ripping open one mans gut, slashing anothers throat, and breaking anothers face with his foot. A brief moment of fatigue overtook the freelancer, resulting in a pistol whip to the face and numerous other weapons being pointed at him as he hit the ground. Where the hell did all the guards come from?
California never received a response, as a pair of holocuffs were immediately placed on him and his helmet knocked off. The guards hefted their prize up and dragged him off into the building.
Omicron could only watch as her human connection-no, her friend-was taken away.
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