Abadon was about to answer when he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the room they were in. "Wait there..." He walked over to the double doors, looking through the windows and noting 5 men in suits coming their way. "Get behind the bed and stay low, you need to avoid using that leg." He stood ready, not in any obvious defensive or offensive stance, just awaiting those coming for him and his partner.

When they enterred all in a rush, he twirled to his side and brough his lfet leg up, kicking hard to the face of the first, bringing it down into the back of his head as the man fell, leaving him unconcious  for sure. He punched hard into the jaw of another, throwing his face into the face of a third, before grabbing one by the neck, throwing his legs up to catch the other's andmaking two breaks quickly.

Grabbing the first, he rammed his head off a vounter to wake him up. "Did BioMech Send you?!" He took a knife from his belt and held it to the man's throat, sick of these 'surprise attacks.' With no response other than a glare, he threw a a hard knee to the chest of the man, before punching him hard. "Tell me now or lose your life."

"Yes! Yes, they sent us! They know you two are planning on causing us trouble, and after what I just saw I have no doubt." He looked at the four he had came here with, two of which were now corpses.  "Nobody will missthem, they'remade to fake their death before they even join the company, it's entirely black bag." Abadon nodded, smiling slightly before finishing him off the same way he had the other two.

He stood, facing Mina once again. "We need to get to the states because that's where the BioMech main building is... We also need to get moving now before more of these goons get here." He offered her a hand, knowing she wasn't going to be very mobile on her own for a while.

Mina took his hand silently, cursing his name as they made their escape. "I'm such a wimp!" she scolded herself silently, "so weak I need protection." She limped behind him as fast as she could, trying to keep off her injured leg so as not to tear it again. It may have healed a little bit in their time at the hospital, but she was sure it probably wouldn't last very long with how things were going.

"Hey Abadon, before we go, I have something, I left it a few blocks from here. I kinda need it, it's my motor bike." She sighed before continuing, "and it's stocked with about 2 kilos of plutonium that I stole from one of the biomech facilities on a little recon mission I did before you came." Plutonium is one of the many substances she found in their storehouse. It was like a giant refrigorator, with plenty of chemicals bottled up she'd never even seen before. She had only been able to snatch two cases of the stuff before she was chased out. Luckily, they hadn't seen what she was carrying on her way out. They thought she was just some random pest, so she got out without a scratch.

"I really need that bike." Mina whispered to him. "and the chemicals need to be checked out. I don't think it's the same plutonium used in nukes, I think it's a mutated kind, that is almost uncomparable in strength."

Tyra spotted Abadon's ride, and skidded into the park behind it.

"I still don't know why I'm doing this," she muttered. "The job couldn't have been more general. 'Help Abadon in his mission'. So I know so much, now." She continued to grumble silently in her mind as she scanned the surrounding crowd and area, searching for suspicious movements and escape routes. 

After locating two possible men in dark suits with subtle ear-pieces that she could hardly see, she concentrated on the escape routes. 

Very quickly she found one - plough straight ahead and use the telephone pole to discourage any followers. I need more than that, she reasoned, and resumed her search. After seeking out two more, she settled back into the bike's seat, impatiently glaring at the hospital. 

I wonder what he's doing in there, she thought. All the person on the phone had told her was to meet Abadon here, outside this hospital, and to help him in his mission.

 She revved the engine, already growing bored. When her attention began to wander, she slapped herself. Literally. Several civilians eyed her in alarm and moved away a little, much to Tyra's satisfaction. 

Stay on task, she growled at herself mentally, and returned to staring holes into the hospitals. She hadn't met Abadon before, but she knew from rumours that he was smart, strong, and very, very dangerous. 

Good, she thought, people who stick to rules like glue are no fun at all! 

She resumed her wait, her dark, clear eyes intense. Hurry up, she thought impatiently. We haven't all day. Judging from the urgency in the tone of her debriefer, their mission was an urgent one. 

She revved the engine once more, enjoying the sensation of power beneath her hands, and waited some more.

Abadon got Mina to the door ebfore noticing the two suits not too far ahead. "Oh jesus christ... do they never learn?" He leant Mina against the wall, smiling slightly in apology. "I'll be right back." He walked a few steps forward, before shouting at the two men. "Hey! You gonna stand there all day or give me a workout?!" The two ran simultaneously, these two obviously a fair bit better trained than the ones in the hospital.

The mercenary ducked under one swing, driving a fist into a ribcage, before bringing his knee up to meet the other in the crotch.He swiftly grabbed them by the collars, dragging them down tothe ground before using both fists to punch sharply into their windpipes. He ran over to Mina and put her arm around his shoulder, lifting most of her weight as not to aggravate her injuries. "C'mon... We've gotta move."

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When he made it to his bike he helped her onto the back, climbing on and revving the engine. He looked to the other woman who was sat on a bike next to him, smirking slightly, "You the 'third party' the guy said he was sending?" Before waiting for an answer, he backed out of the parking space, "Try to keep up." He fired the engine and ripped through the streets, heading for Mina's apartment once again.

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Mina clung onto Abadon, thankful for him blocking out most of the rain and wind. Her leg had stopped aching and had begun to burn, as if on fire. She cried out a few times when they turned too sharply, and the pain spiked at each bump in the road. Luckily she was able to remain consious throughout the whole thing and when they arrived at her apartment she was quickly transferred to her own motorcycle. She fit her arms into the handles she so lovingly installed and turned the acceleration a few times to make sure it was still in working condition. She'd kept in in a garage a few blocks from her apartment just in-case, and it was good she had or it would've been scrap metal. The biobeast they'd encountered before was nowhere to be seen, but Mina made sure not to let her guard down. Opening a compartment in the back, she put on her helmet which displayed all the systems were functioning correctly and were ready to roll. Nodding to the others, she released the clutch and revved the accel before turning out of the small garage and heading out. She pulled up beside her companions and flipped up the mask on her helmet so she could speak.

"I have a contact with a private air-carrier." Mina suggested. "She'll be able to give us, and our rides, a lift. Although she can't fly all the way to the states on such short notice, he should be able to at least fly us to Hiroshima. I have another contact waiting there who's ready to give us a ride the rest of the way. He's a self-proclaimed billionare although I must say he's not even close. A few millions is all but it'll do fine. It good enough for you two?"

She was left with blank stares from the two in question. "Oh come on, when you go undercover, you need back up. The girl is a friend from training camp, and the billionare is some nut I met at a daycare some time ago okay? I'm very familiar with both of them and I'd trust them with my life. ... Well maybe not the guy, but the girl definitly." She flipped her screen back down and turned her bike in the direction of the first contact. 

"I'm ready when you two are." she said to, not bothering to look back, just waiting for a signal. 

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Tyra sighed - she didn't know she'd be working with Mina as well. "Is the air-carrier suitably armed?" she asked, braking sharply and removing her helmet. She raked a hand through her messy hair quickly, making it lie a little flatter.

She didn't like the thought of being in the air with no means of an easy, quick escape. "And how big is it?" she added, as an afterthought. 

All her training had gone against staying in an enclosed space - and though she hated to admit it she was just a little claustrophobic.

She glanced around at their surroundings, automatically scanning for anything that might hide enemies. Suddenly a small, nearly inaudible beep caught her attention...like the beep of a recording machine... Instantly her mind raced through the many micro-recorders she had learnt of, all shapes and colours. 

Then Tyra narrowed her eyes, sweeping her sharp gaze up and down her companions’ forms in a bare search for the culprit. Nothing, she thought angrily. But I was sure... And then she noticed the small, black ob
ject tangled into Mina’s red hair. She reached out deftly – “Stay still for a second,” – and removed it.

Pulling back quickly, she examined it, holding up a hand for silence. Quickly wetting her lips, she showed it to Abanon, depositing it in his palm. Again, she held a finger to her lips for silence.

I hope I’m not being too much like a leader, she thought a little guiltily, ashamed that she’d let her feelings get in the way of her work. You’ll have to do better, Tyra, she scolded herself as she waited for Abanon’s judgement.

Abadon flipped the device over in his hands a few times, before putting it to his hear to see if he could hear whether it was running. He put it to his mouth, snarling slightly. "Come get us." He then crushed it in the palm of his hand, tossing what was left of it to the side. He looked up to Mina. "The woman with the air-carrier... Anyway she can get us some weapons, I'm a little limited with just my 45."

He then took his side-arm from the waistband of his jeans and pulled the slide back, emptying the chamber before ejecting the clip. "One magazine left..." He loaded the gun once again, before placing it back in his jeans. "There are only so many of these goons i can fight my way through." While was deep in thought his phone rang. Pulling it from his jacket pocket, he eyed the caller I.D. "Heh, I was just thinking of him as well."

Answering it, he smirked slightly. "Hey there.. Was just thinking of calling you. No, I don't need a ride, me and my partners need firearms... Preferably some with a lot of impact." After a few seconds of listening, Abadon chuckled. "Sure, that'll do just fine, throw in my usual rifle and I might even consider paying you for the whole thing." Before waiting for his friend's retort, Buer ended the call and once again pocketted his phone.

He looked up to Mina, smiling warmly, "Lucky we're stopping in Hiroshima, that's where my contact is." He looked at Tyra, nodding. "I hope you're ready for what we're getting into... This might be the deepest running corruption the world has seen to date." He turned back to Mina, "Lead on."

"Alright, if you're both ready then. The air-craft carrier is military grade, updated every two years by yours truly, so as long as she hasn't been crashing it into buildings recently it'll be tip-top condition. As for weapons, I stock a few in there as a precaution, including handguns, rifles, and two anti-tank missle launchers that work surprisingly well on pursuing aircrafts. Depending on how many other crafts are after us, I think calling for those back ups was a good idea." After giving her quite long explanation, Mina sighed and turned up the accelerator on her bike, causing it to surge forwards onto the road.

"If we're gonna get there, we have to get there fast." she called back into the wind. "I don't know how long we'll be able to hold if they catch up like this." With each passing second Mina knew her heart pounded quicker, trying not to combust under the pressure of her injured leg. Although she wouldn't let on, her leg was paining her more than she could take and turning her vision red and hazy. Her control on the bike slipped and she turned a bit too sharply, almost nailing the front of the bike into a sturdy brick wall. Mina shook her head to make sure she was alert, and after a series of twists and turns that lasted about two hours or so, ended up at the first contact's house.

She skidded to a stop, jumping off her bike while hitting the park-brake in full and landed on her butt.

"Ouch." she said flatly, getting up, not bothering to brush off her butt, and knocking on the door, once, twice. When she didn't get an immediate answer, she broke an empty pot next to the door. It shattered with an earthy clang, and she stuck her hand in the rubble to retrieve a key. She fumbled with the lock and when she got it open, she ran in with her fan raised, slashing the air infront of her as a precaution. She walked in and made her way straight to a large painting on the opposite wall. It was of a girl, with golded hair and a smirk on her face, surrounded in golden butterflies, and framed with a crimson curtain.

Mina pointed at the girl's hand, where she held a long pipe and took out her lighter. With it, she lit the tip of the pipe on fire, and the painting fell through the floor, revealing a steel-walled passage. On the inside of the opening there was a torch attached to the wall. Mina lit it and walked forwards, motioning for the others to follow her into the cold and somehow sweet-smelling tunnel. 

Tyra shivered apprehensively. Great. A small, and dark, weird tunnel to walk down. Sighing, she reluctantly followed Mina, falling into the middle of her companions as she walked forward. Although she wouldn’t admit it ever, the light the torch gave off was almost comforting as they progressed. She noticed the strange smell in the tunnel suspiciously, but didn’t raise it for fear of it being nothing and being marked as weird or paranoid among her partners.

                She avoided conversation – strangely enough being around Abanon made her feel awkward and self-conscious. Instead she fixed her gaze stonily ahead, on Mina’s leading form. Not that it helped – even with her eyesight and the bright torch she couldn’t make out more than fifty meters ahead. She didn’t like that – again her training yelled at her to avoid enclosed, not-easily-escapable places. Sighing, she reasoned that there wasn’t much point in asking to go another way – it could be judged as weakness and used against her. Besides, they were too far in the tunnel to back out now without it being inconvenient.

Suddenly it struck her she hadn’t asked what their mission was. After a few seconds hesitation, she decided. Falling back to talk with Abanon, she asked softly, “So fill me in. What’re we doing here and why? My debrief wasn’t exactly very deive,” she added wryly. She managed a quick, rare grin that lit up her eyes for a brief instant.

Then, almost instantaneous with her question to Abanon, she noticed Mina was walking with a slight limp, almost lopsidedly, and her hair swung as if she was swaying. She is, Tyra realised. Almost nervously, she held up a hand to stall Abanon’s reply and called just loud enough for the girl up ahead to hear.

                “Mina, you OK? You’re limping and swaying a little. No offence, but it’s still pretty noticeable.” She jogged to catch up with Mina, shy at the feeling of concern she held at the moment. Tyra didn’t wait for Abanon – she was still pretty awkward around him, even though her lessons had told her not to show any emotion that could be deemed as weakness. But screw that, she thought a little recklessly.

Abadon was holding his shoulder on his way through most of the tunnel, he assumed he'd pulled something with all the fighting, and was trying to loosen up, should someone be in the hangar he thought they were headed to. He smiled at Tyra as she spoke to him - He could see she was uncomfortable around him and was trying his best to remedy that fact. As he opened his mouth to tell her about the mission however, he stopped as her hand rose.

He cast his mind to Axl, he had never asked why he wanted the guns, he had never asked questions about Abadon's business. The mercenary wonderred whether it was best to get him involved, this corporation seemed pretty serious about putting the three of them own, but at least they had training, the only thing Axl knew how to use was guns, and they would only work for so long. "Welcome to the jungle..."

He got bored eventually and jogged to catch up with the other two. "Tyra, the mission... We're trying to take down the single most powerful, influential and corrupt organisation in the world, BioMech." he stretched, sighing with relief as he heard a loud clunk come from his shoulder. "They're looking into creating a race of immortals, beats that can never die without a syrum that only BioMech own... Now this would be good, if it was only the states that they were helping, they're also funding a full scheme in Japan, trying to start all out war."

Mina stopped and leaned heavily against the wall, her injured leg giving out. She coughed loudly and spat up blood, which ran down her cheek and neck. 

"I'll be fine." she managed to get out. "My life isn't important, stopping BioMech from getting what they want is." More blood flowed and Mina could feel her leg, almost ripping. She screamed inaudibly and cried from the pain, her heart stopped and started spaztically. 

Down the hallway someone called out, "Hey, is that you Mina? Are you alright?!" and footsteps came closer, the sound of boots on the metal floors. A body came into view, they were wearing a light leather and sheep's wool jacket with beige slacks, and about average height and weight.

"Hey, Willhelmina, you're slowing up in your old age huh?" Mina bleated through blood-stained teeth. Wilhelmina, having smelled the blood from in the work area, had come to investigate, fearing that someone had found their way in. She took out a towel and started drying off Mina's face, trying to keep her from drowning in her own blood.

Mina managed to weakly push her friend away, her eyes were blood-shot and her face pale. "You- you have to-." she tried to explain, again and again being cut off by the towel, gently wiping the blood away. 

"Hush now." soothed Willhelmina, "I know, I know, I'll help you all get out of here, but first we need to clean you up a bit. You know how fussy I am about the interior of my plane, especially since you decorated the seats yourself." Mina barked out a laugh and a tear ran down Willhelmina's face, which Mina brushed away with her wet hand, leaving a streak of scarlet. Willhelmina then put the towel across Mina's neck and attempted to hoist her up onto her shoulders.

"We have to move you two," she ordered, "Mina's life is not in danger right now, but all of our lives will be if BeyoMach or whatever catches wind of your presence here. You're vehicles are in the front, are they not?" A commanding aura surrounded Willhelmina, apparently, she knew what she was doing.