Mercy's Mission

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"Hear that? Gate's opening. Stick to the plan and follow my lead." Mercy said to the girl wearing the black masquerade mask. Masquerade nodded and peaked over the crates.

"Keep your head down!' Mercy jerked her back. Mercy produced a small mirror from her pocket and carefully positioned it on the crate opposite. Its reflection revealed 4 large men carrying a wooden chest, following an even larger man with a silver helmet. They were all wearing what appeared to be copper colored armour and they carried short wooden batons. They had left the abandoned building behind them and were making their way across the gravel towards an armoured vehicle parked on the road. It was time. She pointed her flare gun at the sky. She fired, illuminating the night sky.

Masquerade took a deep breath and reviewed the plan in her head. The objective was simple. Open the chest, obtain the device and then return the device to HQ undamaged. Their sniper, invisible in the distant bushes, would take out the men one by one once she saw the signal. All five had to be incapacitated before they loaded the chest into the armoured vehicle.

"Show yourself!" One of the men shouted at the crates. Mercy readied her pistol, just in case.

BANG! A shot rang out from the bushes. Mercy came out from behind the crates, pointing the gun at the men. All five were still standing. Had the sniper missed? She saw the bullet stuck in the air, 5 inches in front of Silver Helmet. It hovered for a few more seconds and dropped to the floor.

"Get her!" He shouted, pointing at the red haired woman dressed in black. The men lowered the chest and readied their batons. They began walking towards her, slowly, steadily, confidently.

"Time for Plan B. I'll lure them out, you secure the device" Mercy said just loudly enough to to be heard by Masquerade, who was still hidden behind the crates.

She fired four shots. The four bullets hovered in front of their foreheads briefly, before dropping to the floor harmlessly. It was useless. She threw the gun at the nearest man and started running in the direction of the armoured vehicle. The gun had, just like the bullets, stopped and dropped 5 inches from his face. He was unfazed. Maybe they were unstoppable, she thought.

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She pulled the door of the vehicle. Locked. Shit. They were closing in. She unsheathed her knife and ran at them. One of them started running towards her too.

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Mercy lunged at his chest, point first. He stood there, smirking at her as the knife stopped midair. He knocked it out of her hand with his baton and laughed.

"Who sent you, girly? Who do you work fo-" he gasped and hunched over. He saw Mercy's foot planted solidly between his legs.

"Not telling," she said, as she pulled the baton out of his hand and gave him a slighy push. He collapsed. Not so unstoppable after all.

"What are you waiting for?!" Silver helmet was pissed. The remaining three men charged at her. A baton swung at her head. She duck, and swung hers into the attacker's groin as she came up. She heard him groan as he clutched his balls in pain. Another swung at her ribs. She parried, then jabbed him in the nuts with her baton. He was hurt but not incapacitated, he pulled back for another swing. Mercy quickly drove her knee into his balls again. One left to go. She threw her baton at his face. He closed his eyes, instinctively. When he opened them, she had her hand wrapped around the most fragile part of his body.

"Wait!" He said deseperately. Mercy didn't spare him. She squeezed, and she squeezed hard.

"Not bad, not at all. Impressive, almost." Silver Helmet clapped slowly, "I've longed for a worthy opponent. Show me what you can do." He let his baton drop onto the floor.

They began to walk towards each other.

Masquerade took this opportunity to sneak towards the undefended chest. She unpacked her lockpicks and got to work. She had to be quick.

Mercy lunged downwards. She wanted to crush his balls with her fist, in one punch. Silver sidestepped and landed one solid roundhouse kick to her stomach, launching her into, then through the crates. She felt nauseus, she couldn't breath and she felt the splinters stinging her skin.

"Dissapointing. Really, you are not worth my time," he turned to his men, who had begun to recover from Mercy's vicious onslaught. "Finish her off for me, will you?" He said.

Masquerade heard a click, and quickly rotated the lock open. Inside the chest there was a small black electronic device. It had a red button in the middle, underneath a saftey cover. To the left of the button was a dial labeled "range", to the right another labeled "intensity". They were both set to 5/10. She turned to looked over to see the four men standing over Mercy, batons raised and ready to attack. Masquerade had to do something.

"Use the device only as a last resort." Mercy had instructed her, "and never set the intensity above 8".

Masquerade lifted the saftey cover and pressed down on the red circle. A small red light lit up on the device. The four men collapsed instantly clutching their bits and howling in pain.

"No! This can't be. How? The device?!" Silver Helmet saw Masquerade for the first time. She was wearing all black, skintight clothing and had long flowing black hair. The moonlight lit up her pale face and brilliant blue eyes.

He ran at her. He was not going to hold back. As he came into range she swung her foot up, aiming for his groin. He sidestepped, and launched a roundhouse to her belly, just like he has done to Mercy. Masquerade dropped onto the floor, back first, and watched his kick swing over her. The gravel was rough but at least she had a good position now. She kicked up, between his legs and into his balls. Hard. Her foot stayed stuck there as he grunted in pain and fell to the floor. She stood up, her foot still buried in his balls. She knew what to do now, she had been in this position many times. She rolled her foot around until she trapped one of his balls between her shoe and his pelvis. She grinded down and then lifted her back leg off, using the force of her whole body against one of his testicles. Silver Helmet was writhing under her helplessly.

"What's wrong? Does this hurt? I hope it does!" She let out a girly giggle.

"Let me help," Mercy had limped her way over. She grabbed his helmet.

"No... please..." Silver Helmet begged.

"In the end, you're just a man," Mercy removed his helmet

The man let out a quiet but high pitched, gasping scream and clutched his balls. Masquerade released the pressure, but the man continued to writhe.

"Should I turn down the intensity?" Masquerade asked Mercy.

"Let him suffer a bit more. Then we'll switch it off and take it to HQ."

Masquerade giggled.

"Sorry, I was useless today. Fuck, the recoil of the new model is crazy, my shoulder kills!" The sniper had joined them. "Good job, Mercy!"

"I couldn't have done it without the newbie. She has a lot of potential. You're going to move up in this world quick, kid" Mercy said.

"Thanks!" Masquerade replied, her cheeks blushed red.

"Well done, Scarlett," The sniper congratulated her. The mission was a success.

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