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  • “How did any of us miss that?”

    Cole displays his footage. The same purse sits on the couch, clear as day. As Cole refocused his vision up after killing the target, it’s still there, in all of its faux-leather glory.

    “Well, did he have anyone else around recently? Wife, girlfriend?”

    “I’m also putting in a formal request for access to the autopsy. I wanna know for sure why someone came out to take shots without the gear to catch some.”

    Cole looked over his shoulder, before leaning in close so that only his fellow team members could hear.

    “And just in case, I’d like to make a more personal request that this discussion doesn’t leave this room.”

    Better safe than sorry.

    “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.

    Cole slid down the side of the building, held up by Paracord and willpower. Once they reached the window, Katie began issuing instructions to him silently.

    Breach. Kill Ishida. Aim for the base of the skull. Spinal column.

    Easy enough. The moment he understood, he obliged. He slowly and gently placed his charge on the glass, removed the safety pin, locked in his target, and prepared to breach.

    Cole flushed any thought of hesitation from his mind.

    He was calm, he was cool, and he was ready.

    He nodded.

    Cole racked the charging handle on his rifle. A fresh 6.5 Remington round peeked at him from the chamber. Good. The signal to jump came, and Cole obliged. He’d love to have an elegant plan for hitting the ground silently.

    Well, he didn’t. Specs on his tissue upgrade say that they’re capable of withstanding forces greater than his terminal velocity. He leapt from the aircraft same as everyone else, and bent his knees. During the drop, Cole checked and rechecked his software, and loaded mission parameters. He searched the document, and found what he needed.

    “LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED.”

    Good. These Yakuza didn’t stand a chance.

    Cole hits the ground. It’s not comfortable, but his knees held, and ligament remained untorn.

    He activated the active camouflage on his suit, and became little more than a shimmer.

    Name:  “Cole”

    Age: 18

    Gender: Male

    Occupation: SCAR Operator

    Background: Cole doesn’t know where he came from, not really. He tells himself that he was left on the streets from a young age, no family to be seen, and the police.force took him in, trained him to earn his keep. He tells himself that he started as an “informative assistant”, then he was allowed to work with the peacekeepers, and from there he found his way to SCAR.

    But that all feels like someone else’s memory.

    All the faces and names are different, or they feel wrong. The times don’t match, and he doesn’t remember the cold of the rain as he struggled to find shelter, or the feeling of shooting his first gun. He doesn’t remember the last time he killed somebody or what it felt like, but he knows he did and he could do it again. Cole knows he’s ready to fight all the time but he doesn’t know why, and the guys giving him stim don’t seem keen to tell him. It is hell, and Cole needs a way out.

    As far as combat goes, Cole is a Swiss army knife. He is what’s needed when it’s needed. With a very generally combat-focused set of augments, he’s suited to do any job how it should be done and when it needs doing. His primary weapon is an Alchemist Arms 6.5 Classic, a distant descendant of the AK family of battle rifles, ever reliable and ever deadly. It fires 6.5 Remington at 900 RPM, in nominal conditions.

    Augmentations:

    General tissue upgrade, making it harder to break bones, tear muscle, and increasing physical performance via inhibiting production of lactic acid and improving maximum strength.

    Repulsor cannon in left arm, firing a heavy concussive blast capable of anything between removing the breath from a man’s lungs and sending reinforced metal doors careening across the room they were meant to guard.

    Advanced tactical optics package, allowing the use of thermal, infrared, and night vision, along with a variety of spectrums visible, such as electromagnetic, and X-ray projector and imaging tech.

    Comm uplink, allowing instant nonverbal communication between teammates.

    Combat-rated processor, allowing Cole to intake and process tactical data at high speeds, as well as providing an estimate of remaining operational time when any components or organs are damaged.

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