The shield agents were carried to the back of the shield base, guns pointed aimed at their heads as they were taken through a mucky alley. Hughes and the others were then brought down on their knees forcibly. Shasha spoke in her comms given orders to her men around before returning her attention to the captives.
Hudson dropped Lukas on the ground, the latter who groaned as he clutched his wound. A medic rushed to him only to be whacked in the head with the butt of a gun.
"Let him." Hudson said. The militants stood back as the medic made his way to Lukas, working on the wound.
"So far all three of the new half-breeds are dead." Shasha said to Hughes. "How does it feel to know that innocent lives have been killed to cover up your mistakes?"
"They were criminals." Hughes said. "Nothing more, nothing less."
Shasha hit him in the face with her gun.
"Some of who were our friends. Sure they killed people. But how different are they from you? Your organization literally turned them into monsters to kill others. But no worries. We'll just show the world of your true colors."
"It...it won't change a thing." Hughes said, "Expose the shield, and some other terrorist group will do the same thing. If we didn't do it, someone else will."
Another blow to the head, this time more powerful than the first one. Hughes was on the ground, groaning in pain. Shasha placed the gun at Ross' forehead, her veins popped up.
"STOP!" Hughes cried, "Kill me instead!"
"Oh you'll get your turn, you just sit there and wait." Shasha said. "Do you have the tape rolling?"
"Since we brought them here." One militant said.
"Good."
Ross spat on the ground, looking at her with a dead serious face.
"All this for a crime we didn't even know about."
"Execution is the best way to get the message across to the UN. The Foundation means business." Shasha said.
"Even if we deserved this, what did the inquisitors have to do with this."
"We warned them to stay away."
"You didn't warn them the first time, did ya? That was on you! Aaron Cage and Barry O'Neil are dead BECAUSE OF YOU!"
The gun fired once, echoing across the entire street. Ross' body shook once before falling to the ground. Lukas screamed out, breaking free from the medic's grasp and charging at Shasha head on, pinning her to the ground. Shasha kicked him off of her, annoyed. Two militants grabbed the boy and the one on the left jab him in his wound, causing the boy to shriek in agony.
"ENOUGH!" Hughes said, standing up. "KILL ME AND LET THE OTHERS GO! I KNEW! THEY DIDN'T!"
"Haha!" Shasha laughed, " and here I thought you were the strong hearted one. A real shame indeed. Hughes Clifford, Lieutenant of the Shield, begging to die. You won't get it easy until you see every single one of your men dead so GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!!!"
The moment she said did the saber zip past her face, cutting her on the cheek. It planted itself in the thigh of a militant on guard. The militant screamed, clutching her stabbed leg.
From the side, Jenna and Dennis began to open fire on the militants. The militants immediately took cover. Shasha on the other hand grabbed Lukas and pointed her gun at him, causing the two Shield agents to stop.
"That's right. I thought so." She laughed, "Now STEP THIS WAY OR HE GETS IT!!"
But Jenna didn't move. Shasha did, as the blew to the face sent her flying. Princess landed on top of her, armed with a rapier which she drove into her biceps. Shasha grit her teeth. She was about to call for the militants when she noticed all of them had been taken out. She closed her eyes and forced her grin.
"Hello Princess," She said, "You look like crap."
"As do you." Princess said coldly, forcing her to her feet.
"More of them are coming." Reynolds said, firing at incoming cars.
"We can hear, you know!" Kyler said. Reynolds had tried to figre out what Kyler was doing. All he could see was that the militants were being slashed by an invisible blade one by one. It wasn't fatal, but still.
No time to worry about that. Reynolds said, as reached into the vehicle, removing a sheathed sword. He drew out the blade.
"That Arondight?" Kyler asked.
"Yes." Reynolds said, "I'll take care of the ones at the back. You and the other girl take care of your front."
"We can take them all out, you know." Kyler said.
"I owe Barry a favor." Reynolds said. "When I was in a difficult situation, he helped us get out alive, even though he had quit the inquisition."
Kyler turned to him, surprised. "Never told me about it."
"I understand you are his friend. And I understand that it is because of my organization's mistakes that he is dead. So, please, let me do this. For my pride."
"I see no such thing in you," Kyler said,
"Come on. Just let me say something cool for once."
"Ha."
Reynolds jumped on the car, thrusting the sword into the air. The sword released a blinding light, stunning the militants. Immediately, Reynolds dashed forward, swiftly striking down the four militants in front of him. He slammed another to the ground and kicked another in the face. Charging forward, he slashed the gun of a militant and, grabbing him by the collar, threw him on the ground. The militants had all recovered now, staring at him. Two were gunners while the third wielded a dagger. The one with the dagger suddenly appeared in front of him, forcing Reynolds to step back. The gunners began to fire immediately, forcing Reynolds to move back, losing balance. The militant with the dagger popped up behind him, grabbing him. The militants raised their guns ready to fire.
Reynolds moved quickly. Using his right leg, he kicked the leg of the militant who held on to him. Then, with his strength, bent forward, throwing the militant over his back, just at the same time the militants fired, hitting their comrades back. Without a moment to waste, he quickly took them out with one single strike.
"That took quite some effort." Kyler said, with a smile on his face. He and Zhao Fan had finished a long time ago, watching him.
"You could have helped."
"Oh? I'm sorry, didn't you say something about pride."
"Haha." Reynolds laughed.
"Lets catch up with Blake." Kyler said as the two made their way on foot.
"Are you sure about this?" Bree asked, "This is just absurd!!"
In front of them were two daemons. One of them had white veins all over its body and the other was flaking, parts of its skin turning white as the black skin peeled off.
"Want to run, be my guest." Martha said, setting her arms on fire. Bree looked at the two daemon and back at the shield building and sighed, pulling out his shield.
"Jacques, take the rear. Ricardo and I will take the front. Shield agent, defend Jacquez." Martha ordered
"The name's Bree." Bree said.
"I do not care. Move out!"