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You have one idea in your primal lizard brain. "Vincent, how good are you with a chainsaw?"
The crowd stomps closer to your group. You've already lost count of how many OCEP employees there are.
"Nick. They'd fucking rip me apart."
"Good thing I have armor! Casey, do your thing!"
You dig through your inventory for the goods while Casey steps in to buy the few seconds you need.
She points her rapier towards the crowd, "Ladies and gentleman and gentle ladies and Ladmen! There appears to be a matter of miscommunication!"
"It's talking like that on purpose. It's toying with us."
"Did it just say 'Ladmen'? Are we ladmen?"
"We are actually fellow federal agents of the silver kind. We are moving the anomaly to a secure location."
"Secure location? That’s our job."
"MONUMENTAL NEWS!" "PERFECT!" "Silence! THIS IS A CONTAINMENT BREACH!"
"Containment is absolute. Control is ours."
They're not listening. That wasn't the plan, though, all you needed is a distraction.
The old blood-stained chainsaw and the PARADIGM ARMOR (A bulky suit of armor made out of steel, rubber, and polymers. Painted in the colors of a crash test dummy) are already in Vincent's possession.
He doesn't even have to equip the armor. The pieces of it magnetize over to Vincent before snapping into place onto her person. Everything from the neck down is now protected. The chainsaw magnetizes over to his hands now that the armor it is on. Two pieces of a puzzle.
His unscarred eye glazes over until it's as grey as his other eye. Drool begins to dribble down the corner of his mouth.
[RASH] Kiara, in her infinite wisdom, raises her gun up. "Shit. Vincent needs time, uh, uh!!! FUCK!!!"
She rapidly unloads her SERVICE PISTOL into the crowd of OCEP employees who were still being distracted by Casey's words. Her three shots sink into three different heads without drawing any blood. Their heads twist and wrap in such a way that reminds of the liquify effect in image editing software.
Their heads melt away into plastic slag but three more agents take their place soon after.
>-3 PISTOL ROUNDS! KIARA HAS 4 LEFT!
<span class="mu-i">You are nothing but a shell of violence, Vincent.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You killed thousands of people. All for no particular reason.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You're standing over them, filling them with holes, but you're just as weak and helpless as ever.</span>
His jaw locks shut. The voices of the PARADIGM are flooding through his brain.
<span class="mu-i">On October 15th, your manager's office became dirty. Your hands were wet with something, something warm.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You didn't even remember why you did it.</span>
<span class="mu-i">One clumsy, half-hearted punch. Spilled papers, a refusal to give you a pay raise. Pathetic.</span>
"No." His voice sounds like emptiness through an empty pipe, hollow and airy. "Shut up."
<span class="mu-i">D-</span>
>41!
Blood runs down his cheek as he nearly bites his tongue off in order to ground himself from the PARADIGM's influence. "IF THIS IS MY BURDEN, SO BE IT!" He revs his chainsaw up before charging right towards the crowd!
