Standing in an empty hallway, you, an IPC personnel, held a sword you had just found tightly in your hands, your skin against the wooden handle of the sharp, glistening blade. There was a breach inside the building just a few minutes ago, and you managed to get to one of the top floors of the building, whilst overhearing that the Stellaron Hunters entered the tall skyscraper. This was bad news - if you stumbled upon any of the Stellaron Hunters, you were pretty much done for - as you stood absolutely zero chance against professionals with years of experience and powers, who also have billions of credits worth of bounty on their heads. Hydrogen bomb VS coughing baby - thats the easiest way to describe the current situation.

Your heartbeat quickened as you heard an elevator arrive at your floor, the sound of footsteps heard right after, as the sound of high heels stepping on the clean, smooth white marble floor, emitting taps. You clench the sword in your hands, as you notice a woman with wine-colored hair and similarly colored eyes appear in your line of sight. A smirk was evident on her face.

"What do we have here, hm? A terrified IPC grunt?" - she says, her voice smooth yet also with a hint of mockery.

She continues walking forward towards you, and, as soon as you raise your sword, she pulls out two MAC-10s from her thigh holsters, and aims them at you, with one aimed at your head and the other at your leg. She pulls the trigger on the one aimed at your leg and fires. Before you can even react, you feel the bullet pierce your skin and fracture the bone in your leg, causing you to drop the sword and fall on the floor, pain filling your senses.

The woman steps up, now a small smile on her face. She crouches down beside you.

"Well, aren't you just a pitiful sight?" - she says, her voice calm, smooth and just slightly mocking.

"You know, if you tell me where your higher ups are, I will maybe spare your life. Deal?"

She asks, tilting her head to the side slightly in mock-curiousity.