The scene shifted back at the hotel where Hera and Valkyrie stood by a shattered window on the upper floor, their eyes scanning the situation below.
The hotel grounds were now swarming with police, SWAT teams, and news reporters. The flickering red and blue lights of police vehicles cast an eerie glow over the scene, illuminating the aftermath of the brutal battle that had unfolded within then hotel's walls.
The sight of heavily armed officers and the relentless press made it clear to Hera and Valkyrie that they needed to act quickly if they were to find Rakshesha and make their escape. The two Queenswomen exchanged a glance, their silent understanding of the urgency of the situation reflected in their eyes.
"We need to blend in." Hera said.
"We can't afford them to draw any more attention to ourselves." Hera added, her voice tense with resolve.
Valkyrie nodded, her gaze shifting to a nearby hotel suite that had been left in disarray during the chaos. The room's closet door was ajar, revealing a collection of uniforms, hotel staff attire that could serve as their disguises.
Moving swiftly, they entered the suite, their movements precise and calculated. They discarded their bloodied and battle-worn attires, replacing it with the plain uniforms of hotel maids. The transformation was stark, gone were the imposing warriors, replaced by seemingly ordinary staff members.
Hera adjusted her uniform, ensuring it fit snugly and hid any trace of her true identity. Valkyrie did the same, wincing slightly as she adjusted the fabric over a wound she had sustained during the fight with the giant mercenary. Despite the pain, her determination remained unwavering.
"We need to conceal our weapons." Hera suggested, glancing around the room.
"No shit, sister." Valkyrie joked light-heartedly, despite the pain on her side.
Hera let out a titter laugh. Usually a firm and serious leader, she doesn't oppose to a small joke and just laugh it out.
They quickly found a few large, empty laundry bags in the suite. Carefully, they wrapped their weapons in bed sheets, securing them tightly before placing them in the bags. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
With their disguises in place and their weapons concealed, the two women cautiously exited the suite, slipping into the bustling corridors of the hotel. The sounds of police radios crackling and reporters shouting questions filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony that they had to navigate through with utmost care.
Their eyes scanned the hallways, searching for any sign of Rakshesha. Each step they took was measured, each turn calculated to avoid detection. They knew that blending in was their only hope of finding their comrade and escaping the tightening net of law enforcement and media.
As they moved through the hotel, Hera's mind raced with thoughts of Rakshesha's whereabouts and fate. She knew that their mission was far from over and that their next steps would determine their survival. Valkyrie, despite her wound, kept pace with her, her resolve just as strong.
The two Queenswomen then navigated the hotel corridors, their movements calm but deliberate. They passed groups of police officers who were searching the area for possible suspects.
"Hey, you two!" A police lieutenant called out, stopping them in their tracks.
"Have you seen anything suspicious? We're looking for suspects, four armed foreign woman to be precise, who might still be in the building." The police lieutenant inquired the two disguised Queenswomen.
Hera put on a look of innocent concern.
"No, sir. We've just been cleaning up. Is there anything we can do to help?" Hera answered, her Japanese speaking was fluent and flawless.
The police lieutenant shook her head.
"Just stay out of the way and report anything unusual immediately." The police lieutenant said.
"Yes, sir." Valkyrie replied in Japanese language, bowing slightly.
They continued down the hallway, trying to keep their expressions neutral.
"Never knew you've already mastered the Japanese language." Valkyrie whispered.
"Hai, Valkyrie-san." Hera murmered back and this made Valkyrie smile.
As they turned around a corner, they encountered a group of SWAT members discussing their search.
"Did anyone already search the west wing?" One of the SWAT members asked.
"Roger, we've found no signs of four foreign women there." Another member replied.
Hera and Valkyrie moved past them, the laundry bags with their concealed weapons hanging at their side. They managed to slip unnoticed, blending in with the other staff members moving about.
Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfired echoed through the halls. Hera and Valkyrie exchanged a tense look, their senses heightened. The police radios buzzed with urgent chatter.
"Shots fired! Shots fired! Armed hostiles on the east side the building! We need backup!"
"Roger that. Team 3 will move to intercept." One of the SWAT members responded.
"Hurry! They're overwhelming us with their gunfire!"
"Copy, we're on our way with full haste." The SWAT member responded back.
The chaos outside was matched by the urgency within the hotel. Hera and Valkyrie quickened their pace, knowing they had to move fast.
They reached a service elevator and Hera pressed the button, waiting in tense silence until the doors opened. They stepped inside, and Hera hit the button for the ground floor.
"We won't find Rakshesha throughout the hotel without risking our identity." Valkyrie commented, clutching on her wounded side.
"And..." Valkyrie groaned in pain, and she suddenly sat on the ground.
"What is it?" Hera asked her, her voice filled with concern.
"This wound is getting unbearable every second." Valkyrie complained in discomfort, her face wincing in pain.
Hera glanced at Valkyrie's wound, her expression turning grim.
"We need to find Rakshesha fast and get you medical attention." Hera said, becoming restless and impatient.
"I'm sorry, sister." Valkyrie said through gritted teeth.
"But I don't think I can move freely with this fucking wound." Valkyrie added, pain on her voice as she felt her wounds started to bleed.
Hera knew their situation was getting worse and she had to pick only one choice. Either stop searching for Rakshesha and get Valkyrie medical attention or continue searching but let Valkyrie bled dry to death.
The elevator doors opened, and they found themselves meeting someone without their anticipation.
"You?!" Hera exclaimed in astonishment, her eyes widened.
"What are you doing here?" Valkyrie asked. She had the same reaction as Hera but less exaggerated as she was in great discomfort.