Devin finished setting up the last cable, and he turned to Wraith and Kaitlin.

"Wraith! Stand by to receive them! Kaitlin! Use the Phantom's VTOL jets to keep it steady over the ground! We don't have time to do a proper landing, so I'm going to throw 4 SERE retrieval ladders over the side! Once I give the signal, pull straight up!"

He flicked on his CODEC.

"Wolf, I'm going to drop 4 lines for everyone. Give me somewhere clear so I can extract you ASAP!"

Jade was busy with firing at the incoming Death Guard with the TMP when Angel fell out of the sky right next to them. "Angel, nice to see you again, and in the most favorable of situations." She laid down a spray of fire while Angel took cover. A Death Guard managed to get by her fire, only to be met by a knee to the gut and an uppercut. "Wolf, I hope you have the cavalry coming soon."

There was the sound of humming, starting very low and then gradually getting louder. The power seems to flicker for a moment, then finally blinks out as all the prison's security systems fail. Sitting in the corner of the cell, the dark shape lifts its head, awoken from its slumber. Listening to the shouts growing louder outside as guards struggle to find out what's going on, the mouth twists slowly into a grin.

It's time to escape. Rising to its feet and cracking its knuckles, the form steps forward and feels power rush through as nanites that have long been inactive for years suddenly click back to life, granting immense power.

***

With one mighty punch the door to the cell breaks clean from its hinges and flies through the air, throwing chunks of stone and screws with it. The door clangs loudly to the ground, drawing the immediate attention of guards up the stairwell. They rush down to see what the commotion is about, and see a woman standing outside her cell, about five feet five and lean. One of the guards wonders to himself, So that's what the prisoner in there looks like...

Looking up from her feet one can see that she's barefoot, wearing a simple bluish-white pair of pants that don't seem to have been washed in months, and a shirt that's been ripped up and tied around her chest like a bandana. Her long, straight black hair hangs down all around her, reaching her knees before stopping. Her dark skin and flat nose betray her black heritage, while her eyes, hair, and general body structure and again, skin color show her Latino and Asian mixes. And across her back from her shoulder blades to the small of it, there is a large tattoo, bearing the unmistakable emblem of the First Order.

The two guards rush down, riot batons drawn as they get ready to subdue her. She turns towards them, and effortlessly parries the first man's strike, then almost lazily thrusts her palm upwards, shattering his nose and sending bone fragments into his brain. As he drops to the floor dead, the other guard comes up to her and swings with his baton, hitting her square in the head.

To his surprise, she tenses, but doesn't move. Her head hangs slightly lower, and now looks up at him with a slight grin. He draws back and ignites the tazer mode, then thrusts the prod into her stomach with the power on full, grunting as he pushes it into her.

Again she tenses up, and nothing happens. He looks down at the prod, then back up at her, then back down and up again just in time to see her thrust her palm at his chest.

It's the last thing he sees, as his chest cavity completely caves in from the force of the blow, his organs deforming and bursting from the immense stress. His body lifts from the ground and flies straight back, impacting on the far opposite wall with a mighty crash that actually shakes the entire section of the prison. Concrete cracks and caves in around him, or at least, what's left of him. Where once there was a man's body there's now a bag of blood, organs and guts spilt everywhere and a bloody stump at the top of the neck where the head used to be, now a bloody bag that's sliding down his body.

The rock crumbles down around him and eventually clatters out onto the floor, forming a grave for him. She simply walks past it, feeling ecstatic for the first time in... well, forever.

***

A few thoughts cross her mind as she walks up the steps, mostly centering around how she's had no contact with anyone in years. Her nanites had been turned off long ago, soon after she'd gotten herself thrown into solitary permanently, since she knew a day would come when she would have a chance at escape... and now that the day had finally come, the only thing she can think of is blood. Lots of it.

She wants to kill, for the first time in a very long time.

***

As she crests the last few steps to the courtyard, she hears sirens begin to go off as prison security finally wakes up to what's happening in their exercise yard. Stepping out to look around, she sees smoke, flames, and gunfire going off all around her. She doesn't care that a lot of the people she doesn't recognize, only that she came out here in the first place wanting a fight, and now she's going to get one.

She walks forwards towards the firefight, but Death Squad troops begin rushing out of a door just to her right and behind her. She spins back to look, and sees one man running up to her with his combat knife drawn. He raises it up to strike, but she just yanks her arm back and backhands his face, decapitating him easily. His comrades watch his headless corpse fall to the ground in shock and stop in their tracks, then look up and cower as she turns and faces them.

"Fire!" one of the sergeants yells, unloading on full auto his submachine gun.

His men follow suit, and a hailstorm of bullets rains down on her. However, she simply tenses up again, fists and jaw and everything clenched tight as she hardens her body against their attack. After all their clips run out they stare in absolute horror and surprise as she relaxes and lifts her head to them again, grinning wider. "Fire ba--AACK!"

The sergeant never knew what hit him as she rushes over in an instant and punches him, splitting his body completely in two and sending the upper half into a backwards spiral until it hits the far wall with a sick *thump*. She moves fast now -- faster than anything imaginable -- kicking, punching, and snapping the soldiers' necks with relative ease given her strength. In less than four seconds, all eight men lie dead, their bodies and parts of their bodies scattered about the area.

She looks around them, fists loose at her sides. She smiles again at the carnage she's wrought, then finally turns back and walks into the battle, disappearing into the thick smoke clouds.

***

A stray bullet from a dying troop ricochets off the plane, and Wraith opens the channel again. "And you'd better make it quick, 'cause I don't know how much longer it'll be until somebody notices us up here!"

***

Down below, the Cyber Force fights valiantly, but the observant soldier would soon see a strange, and disturbing sight.

***

A Mastermind soldier fires madly towards the CF, trying to get them to pin down long enough for his fellow troopers to get in good fire, when he hears a sound behind him. Instinctively he spins around, firing, but hits nothing but air as she darts to the side to dodge and come up behind him, where she snaps his neck... not just breaking it, but spinning it completely around on his shoulders so that it faces backwards. A horrible scream, frozen forever in time, is locked on his face as his body falls backwards onto his now-dislocated head. The rest of the men with him turn and see him killed so viciously, and immediately open fire.

She twists and dodges each bullet, then stands still again when they run out of ammo, a series of afterimages following her wake.

"What the hell is she!?" one asks, reloading and falling back.

"She can't be an Agent--GAH!"

The second never gets to answer, since she picks up a fallen piece of sharp wood and thrusts it at him, piercing his body at the heart like a spear and continuing through the chest of the soldier behind him. In a blur she runs down the line of soldiers, knocking heads clean off bodies with kicks and punches, blazing a one-woman path of terror and destruction. For the first time in their lives, Mastermind's vaunted Death Squad felt fear, as they'd finally met a force more lethal than the Agents they already respected.

Within seconds a dozen Mastermind troops are dead, and the smoke begins to clear in the space between them and the Cyber Force. Hearing the gunfire die down, they lean back out again and fire madly towards the Death Squad, hitting a couple of the visible ones, who don't even appear to be worried about them. Wraith sees the troops begin turning back and fight something else as the second Mastermind transport lands and disembarks a load of troops. "...What in the bloody hell are they doin'?" he asks no one in particular.

As the smoke clears more, the Cyber Force can see a massive commotion happening near the transport, then suddenly a head bounces off the hood of the car and lands next to Angel, rolling a bit in the dirt before stopping. On the man's face is an expression of complete fear and horror. Almost as if on cue, a terrorized scream comes from the transport, and now an entire body flies over their heads and lands some distance away, rolling in the dirt. It's obvious from its shape that both his arms have been torn out and that his body is mangled, from the way his clothes and body armor are flapping about.

Near the transport she works like a blur, killing Mastermind troops left and right. It seems nothing can stop her.

***

The camera feed from the transport's internal sensors reaches Mastermind, and he watches with both disgust and curiosity. Hmmm... so... she never did die, did she? ...Smith.

"Yes?"

"Find out everything you can about her. She isn't as deceased as we thought she was."

Smith's left cheek twitches as he clenches his jaw, but he bows his head in obedience. "I will."

He leaves the room with a lump in his throat to do as he was asked.

***

She forces the troops back, taking bullets and hits as if they're nothing. Wraith had decided that he needed to see what was happening and had attached a fifth rappelling line, and slid down it to the ground. If Wolf asks, he's going to tell him he wanted to assist their retrieval. Aiming his gun, he sees a woman's back turned to him, dressed in what looks like prison garb. His eye squints at her curiously, then looks down at her hands, watching blood run off them onto the ground. He then looks around her at the carnage, seeing an entire platoon of Mastermind Death Squad lying dead at her feet. Taking in some of the sights, he almost retches, but his attention is quickly brought back to him as shots ring out clearly across the courtyard.

Everything falls silent for a moment, and she stands still. Eventually she looks down, breathing raggedly, and watches as four holes in her chest seal up and heal completely, within seconds. Wraith can hardly believe his eyes. She smiles and looks up to see more troops rushing at her from across the yard, then stoops down and takes one of the soldiers' guns, and uses it to fire at the squad, killing the whole lot of them as they rush out at her, a twisted grin on her face.

Wraith blanches and feels his heart fall into his stomach. Oh, shit... this is NOT going to be good...

Finally the shooting stops and the woman drops the gun in the dirt, laughing to herself as she revels in the joy of it. Her head lifts up to the transport and she stops laughing, however. Her entire expression suddenly becomes worried, and she walks towards it, hoping that her eyes are only playing tricks with her, the whole time with her back and tattoo facing towards everyone. As she walks up the ramp, however, her fears are confirmed: it's a Mastermind transport, and she'd just killed an entire platoon of some of his best troops. While she doesn't care at all about the soldiers, she grits her teeth and scowls, knowing that Mastermind might very well try to have her exterminated... or worse, reeducated. Seeing a gun next to her, she picks it up and screams mightily, firing round upon round into the cockpit until all the controls are smashed. With only a couple rounds left, she looks up at a camera and pauses, then shoots it out with the last bullet, and finally drops the gun on the ground.

Eventually she walks out of the transport and into silence, until a single bullet whips through the air and pierces her heart. She gasps and steps back, using enhanced vision to look up at the tower walls, where a prison sniper had gotten off a lucky shot. She gasps again twice before the wound heals, and she finally looks out to see the Phantom and the Cyber Force staring at her from across the way.

(( ...Please don't hurt me! ._. ))

"What the FUCK is that?"

Devin clutched his MP5. Suddenly the ++P rounds didn't seem so lethal after all.

"I... I don't know... I..." Wraith answers over the comm, his arm shaking.

He tries to watch her, but he repeatedly comes back to the image of the First Order tattoo on her back. Now, he's seen horrors. He's seen terror. He's faced Agents and beat them. But this... this he just can't handle. God... we're dead if she decides to come for us...

OOC: AHHHHH!!!! What in seven hells? Who is this...why didn't you...I...uh...hurt you? Of course I'm going to hurt you! Who is this crazy chic and whhy didn't you pm me about her first? She's going to kill us all. Oooooh *points finger* squirrely wrath is coming!

(( Weeep... o.o;

It all depends on ya'll now, though... you can either make an enemy of her or an ally. I left it kinda open. ^-^' ))

*Is aching to try out nerve gas grenades and anti-nanotech weaponry...*

OOC: Is aching to run like hell!!!

BIC: Wolf was standing stock still...scared out of his mind.

Was this what it was like to see Myth attack people? he thought as he looked at the carnage. No...not quite. Myth didn't have nanotechnology so advanced he couldn't get killed by bullets. Besides which...most of his kills were stealthy. This is just...oh shit she's seen us.

Wolf looked down at the still catatonic Monk. Thank God he's out of it...otherwise he'd probably want to fight this thing.

"So...uh...what the hell do we do now?" Kaitlin asked from the Phantom.

"Right now...we...make...with the running..." Wolf said as he started backing away towards the transport. "Have Beowulf get the Phantom's gun turrets online and start firing at that thing to slow it down..."

"Way ahead of you" Beowulf said as the forward .50 caliber turret on the Phantom deployed and began to draw a bead on the abominaton.

"okay...everybody...RUN!!!!" Wolf shouted as he grabbed Monk, slung him over his shoulder and scrambled up one of the SERE ladders. Everyone else on the ground followed him quickly. Wolf didnt' check to see if she was coming after them, but since the turret was silent, he guessed that she wasn't.

As soon as everyone was aboard, Beowulf assumed control and sent the craft flying back towards Chicago.

"Can't this thing go any faster!!??" Wolf asked frantically.

"She can't fly, you fool!"

"Are you really sure you want to say that just yet?" Wolf asked. "Right now, we need to get the hell away from that thing!"