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It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out. Nox was, at most, to be on call in case anyone had the poor fortune to slip and get themselves injured, but the target was civilian with maybe a few security guards posted about. Nothing the standard Talon trooper couldn’t handle on their own, and with a half-trained squad such as this, acquiring the samples should have taken minutes at most.
Except they couldn’t recognize what they were dealing with, despite Nox’s specific directions, necessitating their direct appearance.
And then someone, apparently, missed one of the guards - because that was sure an alarm system going off.
Muttering curses under their breath, Nox waved their escorts ahead to clear a path as they tucked the final samples in to their kit. Come hell or high water, they were going to get something out of this, even if they were the last one out. They just hadn’t realized how large this place was, taking a turn that was…not where they wanted to go. And were those footsteps?
Nox ducked in to another room, and had just enough time to register another person- civilian- before reaching out to take a grip at her hair, raising their biogun to her chin.
“Make a sound, and I shoot.”