Cole – Arkadia

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"Clean op, clean breach, clean everything." Cole narrows his eyes. "But it was... So easy. Like someone wanted a shot at you." He gestures to his superior. "Think about it. We land on the roof, easy. Set up jamming. Easy. Rappel to target. Easy. Hell, they didn't even fucking look at us, KT. They just let us put them down." Nanoseconds pass before enhanced mental capacity makes another connection. "That whole op feels like it was a setup to get us in a nice little killbox in the side of a highrise. But any shooter with any experience would know not to come at us without at least some heavy plates between them and the bullets. Why was I able to put him down with a couple bursts from my Classic?"

As soon as the language was passed on to him verbally, a ping popped up on Cole's HUD. He slid forward to the ledge, granules of broken glass shifting under him, and took aim at the shooter. Sadly, at this range the time it would take to line up a solid headshot, let alone a neckshot, would give the shooter too much time to line up one of his own. Cole didn't fancy his enhanced mental capacity ending up splattered all over a Yakuza boss's office. He took aim approximately, and let off bursts of fire, shattering the glass at the shooter's location fully, and giving his optics package something to lock onto. More suppressive fire was automatically adjusted by passive revisions systems and practiced, deadly intent. Cole kept firing and systems kept pinging hits. As the shooter finally disappeared from view, Cole wasn't sure whether or not he had killed him. "Multiple hits, unconfirmed."

Cole was given one target. The only one in the room without a drawn weapon. Cole pushed off the glass, and detonated his charge in sync with the rest. His eyes adjusted and he saw his target perfectly. One burst of rounds put him off balance, another put him on the ground. As a stray bit of viscera flew onto him from his left, Cole continued forward until Ishida's arms stopped trying fruitlessly to shield him frim the oncoming torrent and fell limp. Cole fired two more rounds for good measure and swapped the half-empty magazine for a new one out of his rig, then looked to his superior for instructions.