New York Velvet
At the same time in New York Velvet, a mission was being carried out by Grishile's female black ops against a group of armed men.
The deserted warehouse, shrouded in darkness, echoed with the sound of heavy footsteps and rustling fabric. Five female agents, Sarah Hopkins, code-named Scarlet, although Scarlet is also her third name, she preferred it to be a code name, Kristen, code-named Nova, Rose, code-named Red, Anna, code-named Hawk, and Issa, code-named Raven, armed to the teeth, moved with precision, their eyes scanning the dimly lit space.
Each agent was a force to be reckoned with: Agent A, "Scarlet," led the charge, her piercing gaze scanning the warehouse. She wielded a custom-made assault rifle, M4A1, its scope glinting in the faint light.
Agent B, "Nova," flanked Hawk, her movements fluid and silent. She carried a pair of gleaming pistols, a Desert Eagle to be precise, with her fingers drumming against the grips.
Agent C, "Raven," brought up the rear, her eyes fixed on the shadows. She shouldered a deadly-looking shotgun, its barrel etched with intricate designs.
Agent D, "Hawk," prowled the perimeter, her ears tuned to the slightest sound. She gripped a razor-sharp combat knife, its blade glinting like ice.
Agent E, "Red Rose," provided overwatch, her sniper rifle at the ready. She lay prone on a catwalk above, her scope trained on the warehouse floor.
Their quarry, a group of heavily armed men, darted through the shadows, desperate to escape. The agents closed in, their movements a testament to their rigorous training.
As the agents converged, the warehouse erupted into chaos. Gunfire echoed off the walls, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal filling the air.
The agents engaged the enemy in close-range combat, their skills honed to a certain level of professionalism.
Nova took down two opponents with swift, precise shots. Specter disarmed a third, her pistols firing in rapid succession, but still couldn't hit the enemy. The enemy was far too cunning, that even in the midst of the fired guns, he, with his supernatural ability, managed to compress the amplified bullets into flat iron, which fell to the ground like small pebbles.
Raven blasted a fourth opponent off his feet, her shotgun roaring like thunder. Hawk took down two more with deadly efficiency, her combat knife flashing in the dim light.
Red Rose picked off stragglers from her perch above, her sniper rifle firing with deadly accuracy.
The battle raged on, the agents working in perfect sync. Their movements were a blur, their actions a testament to their elite training.
And just when they all thought it was a decisive victory for the agents, the warehouse, which had fallen silent, echoed the sound of a reloaded gun.
"Click, click."
Upon noticing this sound, Scarlet, with her heart pounding and all hormones rushing through her body, scanned the area once more to check for the position of the enemy.
"Clank."
"Bang."
A smoke bomb, which was thrown, exploded immediately, trying to blur the sight of the agents.
"Ratatataata."
Simultaneous shots were released from the shadows as a squad of five men walked through the smoke screen confidently.
Kristen, code-named Nova, who had laid on the ground amongst the nearby bodies of the enemies' fallen comrades, suddenly sprang up and, with a sharp grip, disassembled one of the nearby enemies who had now shown themselves. This was even possible due to her ability, which was to calculate the movement of objects and things around, making her come up with more acceptable and possible results.
"Nova! Watch out!" Raven screamed as she saw one of the enemies trying to shoot at Kristen 'Nova,' and with her great reflex, shot through a foggy hole, which she had just created with her ability.
"Splatter."
A foggy hole appeared before the eyes of the enemy who was aiming at Nova, and before anyone could think of something, the enemy's head popped off his body like a balloon.
"Shit, they are ability users," one of the attackers suggested, but got immediately rebuked by one of the team members, who seemed to be their leader.
"Inform the boss over the radio; it's time to give in to the Faith," he expressed with a string resolution, and then proceeded with throwing a weapon, which at first looked like a dagger, at Raven through the smoke.
But the latter, not giving it much thought, again opened a foggy hole, which allowed the weapon to pass through the hole and hit a metal nearby.
"Heheheh, you've made a bad judgment," he said, as he dashed towards Scarlet, who was in the otherdirection.
Kristen, still in battle with the enemy whom she had just disarmed, was sent staggering backwards with bruises all over her face and blood seeping out of her nose.
"This bastard sure enough is strong," she lamented, seeing herself in the sorry state she was in. She was sure that if she dragged on any longer, she'd be at a disadvantage.
Taking a fighting stance with her battered body, she screamed at the assailant, saying, "Come at me if you have the guts."
The assailant, also in a sorry state, mustered up all his strength and dashed forward, planning to end code name Nova in a single hit.
"Die," the assailant shouted.
But instead of landing a lunch so deadly to Nova's head as he had imagined, she dodged his punch and slid towards the other side, grabbing onto her Desert Eagle, which had fallen when the surprise attack was launched.
She then flipped over and looked at the assailant in disgust.
"It's you who should die," she replied, as she fired shots at the head of the assailant, which perfectly pierced through the throat, the eyes, and the head of the assailant.
Seeing her enemy fall, she sighed in relief.
On the other side, with two of the assailants dead, Issa was in serious combat with her own portion of the enemy. The enemy had smashed her shotgun rifle with the axe in his hand and was by no means giving Issa breathing space or time to be able to use her ability.
"How dare you go against the will of Bephomet?" the assailant, in a froggy voice, said, whilst he attacked more viciously.
"You fanatics are the ones I should be calling heretics. You go about causing chaos everywhere and doing trafficking; you call that a will for a just cause, goat you serve?" Issa replied viciously, as she struggled to dodge the assailant's attack.
Even though she had dodged many times, she ended up with some cuts inevitably around her arms and fist.