>>5856249The hired mercenary guards are prepared for unwary drug runners, for ambitious gangsters, for rival PMC soldiers. They aren't prepared for four of the city's toughest badasses working in concert, hardened by battle and conquest. Heckler and Ramirez have them outgunned at range, and those who might approach a flanking position get blasted by Empress. Any foolish enough to get close are cut to pieces by Rainfall's cursed blade; the girl is driven and focused, her usual hestitations forgotten in the heat of the moment.
With C4 to penetrate the reinforced security door, the route indoors becomes easier. Blasting their way through, the team comes to a control center with multiple inner vaults leading off from here. Nothing about what's on the other side of these doors was available in the blueprints.
Heckler, by now wary of the various tricks and techniques used by high-end security systems, deciphers the multiple passwords and coordinates their simultaneous input at different terminals. With the noise of grinding steel, one of the doors slowly opens.
Inside a treasure trove. Painting, jewels, rare firearms, and more cash than you can carry. There's one more thing: a disk contained in some kind of metallic shielding. It's matte black, so dark it seems to absorb light altogether. This thing will need some kind of special system just to read what's on it.
