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The volley of gunfire ceased. The squad of Blank Proxies didn't let the sudden silence on the road last, as they emerged from their hidden positions and secured the site. Fallen security men littered the street -- they didn't stand a chance. The ambush unleashed without incident, and the Proxies worked quickly to secure the top secret cargo. They had to move fast, as onlookers gathered to see the cause of the sudden commotion downtown. There was no easy way to police a scene like that. Support units locked down the streets, aiming to slow first-responders and spook curious citizens from looking into the incident too closely. The sight of the Blanks, in full uniform, their faces masked, no trace of humanity left in them; the loaded FN-P90s they were equipped with spoke fully to their deadly intent.
"All resistance neutralized. Switching to KA combat mode. Reallocating resources." The Proxy Commander spoke into her receiver, glaring vacantly down the long city streets, the flashing lights of cop cars and sirens blaring growing ever closer. "Control. Report status response."
"This is control." A warped voice spoke into the Commander's ear-piece. "Local authorities are to be considered hostile. Engage as required."
"Understood, Control." The Commander rasped, raising her hand. "All units, prepare for contact. North road. Squad formation 93-F."
The American Branch of KSG (Khoros Security Group) took an aggressive stance against threats -- bother internal and external to the Tribune. Whoever was payrolling the war against the societies, the KSG would root them out. Or so they were ordered. Kimberly Williams, an American herself, hardly recognized the new landscape of the KSG -- temporarily reassigned to the KSG's PNW North American Ops Command. Local intelligence reported that previously friendly government agencies had turned on the Tribune, the central backer of KSG. Nothing like this happened in France, or England, or even the East Coast. She'd never shot anyone before. Sybil neither -- she joined Shelby "Sybil" Zidani on reassignment, and neither of the two women could comprehend their situation. Gunfights with cops, in the center of town? Wasn't the KSG meant to operate in secret, Kim thought.
"Hey, Kimbo!" Sybil hissed, noticing Kim's vacant expression, even under her American-Issued Blank uniform -- KHOROS replaced with CHORUS -- an obvious misspelling on the original. "Wake up, I wanna make it out of here and get back to Dakota in one piece."
Kim shook off her misgivings. All that mattered were the people by her side. "R-right, Syb. Don'tcha worry, I've got yer' back." She replied, checking her weapon, and taking cover behind a concrete street barrier, sighting her weapon on the throng of citizens slowly gathering, popping their heads out of their vehicles. The mess of traffic slowed the cops considerably, but they could all see the lights, getting closer and closer.
The Blank Commander barked over a loudspeaker, built into one of the armored corporate humvees that had been disabled by Proxy gunfire. The occupants lay dead in their seats. "THIS IS A UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT SANCTIONED OPERATION. IN ACCORD WITH THE PINKERTON ACT. PLEASE STAND BACK. APPROACH AND YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON."
It didn't slow the local police. Already, Kimberly spotted black uniforms and badges, handguns drawn. They must've interpreted the law differently, and were shouting. Commanding the Blanks to disarm. To lower their weapons. The KSG would not back down. Flares illuminated the street, streaks of orange and pink light pouring through the mass of bodies and rushing figures in black and white gear, weapons primed, ready to end this standoff in a bloodbath.
"APPROACH AND YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON." The Commander repeated. "THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING."
They didn't listen.
Top Secret Notes
Kim and Sybil are temporarily reassigned to the PNW North American Branch of the KSG, and find themselves stuck in a violent confrontation with the local authorities after a raid! The pair are usually assigned to work with Paige Newport (CO), Dakota Stanton, and Tobi Vasquez.
This is a quick jump into the future of my 'Conspiracy of Three' (Name TBD) universe. These are alternate uniforms -- and they won't be the standard. Don't worry, Sybil and Kim will be returning to their standard life soon enough!
The KSG is funded (and controlled) by one of several world-spanning secret societies. The Tribune is a European-Based old money organization with elements of the modern Templars and Illuminati. They're not that bright, but they're used to getting their way. When local governments resist, they send the KSG.
Blanks are a relatively new addition to the KSG. Normally, they use black / white clad standard operators in military gear. You'll be seeing a lot more of those men eventually!