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The construction site was dead silent, cold, and stale air permeating from the half-built skyscraper in the heart of the city. A pair of footsteps echoed through one of the higher floors as they made their rounds, keeping an eye out for anyone who might show up unannounced. They had dark clothing and masks on to conceal their identities, casually, but readily progressing on the concrete floor in the dimly lit space. It seemed to be an office space of some sort, the wall that overlooked the west side was wide open, where glass panes should probably sit, and the rest of the room, save for the few rooms and hallways near the middle of the building by the elevators, were where the cubicles would be.

The two split off, one of them going down the hallway that led to said elevators. He was quickly out of earshot of his buddy when he heard another pair of footsteps ahead, coming towards him from the opposite side of the structure. Of course, there were three of them lurking on this floor, so there wasn't much cause for concern. He did, however, raise his rifle as the man came into view. Thankfully, it was who he had expected, he could see the same clothing he had on.

"Clear on your side, Diego?" He called out to him.

Diego simply held a thumb up, not saying a word. He was masked by the darkness of that side of the building, as there were no lights installed at that end yet. As they approached each other, the man noticed something was off about his comrade. He remembered Diego to be shorter, and less buff than how he looked now, and even more so as he came closer to the ambient light provided by the fixtures behind him. Suspicious, he called out to him again, but before he could finish, Diego held up his own weapon towards him in a flash. As he did, an opening in the cloth fabric covering the open wall to the outside blew in the wind to let the moonlight through, and as it flashed across his face, he knew that was not Diego. He had no time to react upon this realization before a suppressed gunshot rang through the hallway, hit the man square in his head, and collapsed without another sound.

"Diego" continued walking, pulling off his mask to reveal the perpetrator underneath. A grey, red, and black wolf/gator hybrid. He threw the mask aside and carried on past the body down the hallway, coming to the entrance to the big room the two had just been in. He listened for the other man roaming around and realized he was in that room. Without another second wasted, he entered with his rifle up, seeing him across the empty floor, and shot him three times center mass. He fell before he even knew what was happening. Jericho quickly moved to his body and shot him twice more, kill shots, before ditching the picked-up rifle and moving to the open wall overlooking the city. In no time at all, he had removed a bag from his back and pulled out a high-powered sniper rifle, set it up, and was behind the scope, dialing in the target; a casino some distance away.

From the optic, he moved his crosshairs around the building and found a window that gave him a great view into the main office. Inside, a group of three men stood around another pair. A woman and a man, on their knees and with guns to their heads. The man without a gun caught his attention, and he had an object in his hand, waving it around as he seemed to be talking or ranting, he didn't know which. Jericho moved an object of his own to his side and clicked on a button, and with a slight static wave, the voice of the man came through. He was going on about wanting everything she owned, how if she wanted to die easily or painfully, regular tough guy stuff? The two exchanged back and forth for a little, but once Jericho was fully dialed in for the shot, he clicked on another button from his device.

"Hey, sorry to break this little charade up, but you might wanna check in on your demo guy." He said casually, keeping his crosshairs pointed at the main guy.

He whipped his gaze to the box in his hand, a radio, and was obviously taken aback. "Who the fuck is this?" His voice came through on Jericho's end.

"This is the one who fucked up your plans, guy."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a phone, dialed it, and waited while starting to pace around the room. Jericho heard the ringing of a phone soon after, directly above him. The corpse of the guy setting up the final touches on the detonator was definitely not in a position to take that call, he made sure of that.

"You wanted to be so grand and extravagant that you forgot to send more competent men on this job. Rookie move, honestly, but it's understandable." Jericho taunted, flicking the safety off the sniper rifle, his finger moving to the trigger.

In a flash, the man threw his phone and the radio, the sound of it hitting the floor and blaring through his device. Jericho paid this no mind as he watched, almost in slow motion, as he reached for his belt. The trigger of the .338 Lapua Magnum was pressed, and the gunshot followed the bullet as it traveled some one-thousand feet toward its target. He thought for a moment he fired too late as he watched the trail get closer and closer, wondering if he'd gun his gun up in time before it would reach, but he was proved wrong. The glass shattered and struck the man in the upper back, and continued through him into the second man; The lineup was perfect, if not a bit lucky, on his end. The two bodies collapsed as the sound of the gunshot rang out afterward through the radio. He knew her bodyguard, Hea, would handle the last man. 

As he pulled the bolt back to release the spent shell casing, he'd speak through the tossed radio. "Consider this a professional favor, Kaiser. Look for Jericho if you want to reach out. Take care now." Before they would respond, he'd shut off his device and pack up his gear to quickly leave the construction site before anyone else showed up, cops or otherwise.

"'Preciate it, bud." Merlin nods towards to Jericho, hastily picking up the sidearm from the latter's hand. "This'll help plenty."

The officer took a swift peek past the van that the two of them were behind, immediately retracting his head to dodge a few bullets flying past the van. Thankfully, he was at least able to get a quick glimpse past the smoke of burning vehicles to get just enough information about their situation, from which, he could confidently conclude: they sure were fucked. No big deal, though. Merlin had been fucked over more times than he could count, and he was sure that the same applied to the hybrid. Yet the both of them were still kicking.

"Fuck it, useless to just sit around and wait for them to close in on us." And with that, Merlin quickly turned out from behind the cover, outstretching his arms to aim the pistol in his hands. He'd count five shots that went out from him, two missed, three hit. One shot to an attacker's shoulder, which sent him down to the ground while he was transitioning from a cover-to-cover move. The next went to the fallen man's head, one down. The final shot that hit went right into the chest of one of the attacker's allies that was trying to help the man he had just shot, immobilizing them. Two down... quite the handful left to go.

It was just about time for Merlin to go back into cover, though, as all of the attention became focused on him. He turns back to Jericho, only now just noticing just how injured the contractor was from the explosion that put them into this position. "You holdin' up fine, there?" He asks. Regardless of Jericho's answers, Merlin would just hum in affirmation. "I'll try and get you fixed up in just a sec. Some fellas over there are comin' way too close." The ex-Marine assured, promptly pulling out a frag grenade from his bag. This might make things a bit worse, but he was willing to take a chance.

Merlin took a deep breath, before pulling the pin. "Sendin' out a grenade!" Once again, he pops up from the cover of the van, chucking the grenade where he'd find most of the hostiles grouped around. While they were ducking and dodge rolling out of the radius of the grenade, Merlin quickly started firing his pistol at the vulnerable targets, trying to rack up as many crippling shots as he could before the grenade went off. He'd use approximately eight shots, and only five would make a hit. The explosion sent scraps of metal and rubber ripped off of the cars during the previous explosion, as well as dust and rubble from the wrecked road beneath the whole conflict. By then, he'd duck to avoid getting hit by debris.

As the explosion from the grenade dissipated, Merlin would perk his head up from the van one last time to check if there was anybody left. Barely any attacker able to get on their legs-- at least the ones that he could see. But he was sure that there were just a few more... where did they go?

Oh shit. The rest went to flank this whole time.

Merlin swore underneath his breath, quickly making his way to get in front of Jericho to prevent the hybrid from getting shot. It was a bit stupid; Merlin shouldn't really be trying to play hero in this scenario, but to die from vulnerability rather than putting up a fight is a pretty shit way to die. Not to mention that he wanted to follow through on Jericho's statement on wanting the both of them to stay alive.

The officer wasted absolutely no time firing the last few of his bullets straight towards a fellow who probably would've shot either one of them if Merlin drew his gun any slower. Unfortunately, spending the last few shots on one man, of course, meant that he couldn't easily get rid of the last hostile who took the opposite side. Thankfully, the hostile wasn't aiming just yet; they were still hiding behind an unflipped car. He could just barely see their feet underneath the space from beneath the car.

"I'm gonna do something really stupid. If I die from this, don't tell anyone that I died like this." Merlin whispered to Jericho, leaving no room for questions about what he was going to do. He'd opt to demonstrate it instead. Making a light jog towards the trunk of the car, he adjusted the way he was holding the pistol, no longer holding it as if he was about to fire it. As he turned from the corner of the trunk to face the final attacker, Merlin could be seen throwing the empty pistol straight at the face of the attacker. It was hard to see past the tinted windows of the vehicle, but they'd become stunned, dropping their gun onto the asphalt. Perfect chance for the officer to tackle the man to the ground.

It was hard to tell what was happening from there now that neither of their figures could be seen from behind the car, but based on the various sounds of a fist colliding with flesh and bone, no doubt that Merlin was doing was a Marine could do best.