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Phase 1, Chapter 5.

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It was only a matter of moments until the elevator would come rising to the first floor of the club, leaving Kalevar with very little time to act upon the last second plans he was creating. Utilizing the maps hovering over his vision, the wildcat turned his attention to the walls, moving quickly along the heat signitures put off by the main backbone of cables. Weakness in a current was often displayed in areas where a switch or splice was added into the wires, the weakest point in any cable being a connector. As the electricity dimmed, Kalevar glanced around the room for a hardback book, or a desklight, anything he could use as a bludgeon.. Unfortunately the small cove seemed to consist of nothing but doors and control panels, and with a resigned wince the feline sent his fist crashing through the drywall. Thankfully the makeshift wraps on his hands kept the damage to a minimum as he tore the outer layers of the wall away, ignoring the irritating burning sensation from the fiberglass insulation as he pulled it apart. Finding the thick backbone cable he had been searching for, Kalevar was careful to grab the shielded portions of the wire pairs before tearing the entire line loose from the jumper rings which held it in place.

The lights flickered, but the power remained intact enough to raise the elevator fully to the top. However, this was where the first glitch in the operation came to light, as a rat dressed in a silk suit stepped out of the machine. With rich black fur that blended in with the fabric of his clothes, and an equally dark set of shades, it was easy to suppose that this newcomer understood how to use the pistol at his belt. Cursing, Kalevar gripped the cables firmly in his off-paw as he dove for the rat, barely able to close the distance in time to push the shooter's arms upwards. Two shots tore into the wall just behind the wildcat, the first of the rounds grazing a portion of his shoulder and causing a snarl of pain. Once in close quarters, he held onto the rodent's firing hand for dear life, keeping the sidearm pointed towards the ceiling as he aimed a heavy blow at the man's head with the power circuits. The attack was blocked, the rat pushing Kalevar's arm off to the side in order to attempt a push-kick at the wildcat's stomach, trying desperately to get the feline off of him so that he could shoot. Grimacing, Kalevar took the hit, using the motion as an opportunity to tangle the rat's striking leg within the cables whilst stepping in with his free hindpaw to sweep the other leg out from under his opponent. Twisting the rodent's wrist as he fell, Kale smirked in satisfaction as the sound of snapping bones met his ears. Bringing his hindpaw sharply up, he stomped down on the throat of his enemy while wrenching the handgun out of the broken male's paws. With no need to waste the precious resource of ammunition on an already downed foe, the wildcat quickly spun the weapon to grip it at the barrel, beating his target across the face with two heavy blows from the pistolgrip.

There was no time to waste now, it was all or nothing. Tearing a sleeve off the man's suit, Kalevar quickly applied a combat dressing to the graze on his upper body while stepping into the elevator. Timing and accuracy would be critical here, as he told the machine to descend... As the sliding doors began to close, the wildcat lifted his firearm and took aim, firing off a singular shot directly into the splice in the cables which he had used to entagle his now dead foe. There was an explosion of arching electricity, the smell of burning fur, a few flashes of a body convulsing due to the energies coursing through it before the doors slammed shut and the elevator was plunged into blackness.

"Time for a ride.."

Kale joked with himself as he quickly took a kneeling position, his paws spread wide to brace himself against as much ground as possible while his knuckles turned white due to the intensity with which he gripped the siderails of the small mechanical room. As the power cut fully out, the slow descent became a sudden plummet, and Kalevar felt his stomach flip at the sudden rush. His breath caught in his throat, and he shut his eyes tightly in anticipation of the impact. The crash jarred his limbs and threw him across the small space, bashing his head against the keypad with a groan.

"Fuck... fuck.. Ow, fuck.. Goddamn.. Lazy people... Always elevators.. never.. stairs.."

Slightly dazed, the hunter took a few moments to check his weapon for functionality, making sure it had not been accidentally clicked onto safety or gotten a round jammed. A few smooth slides of the action and he was satisfied, gripping his knife with his other paw before kicking down the bent remains of the elevator doors. Thanks to the schematics, he knew that the elevator lead into another wide hallway which branched to the left and right. It was a coin toss, really, and Kalevar did not rightly care which direction he traveled. Whichever one had the least amount of people trying to shoot him, most likely. Dashing out of the elevator and into the open, the wildcat cut sharply towards the right and broke into a full out sprint. Wide-eyed men in labcoats stopped in their tracks during their transit between doors, poor souls who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, most likely having been going room to room asking why the power was out. These were the creeps responsible for cooking the drugs and lacing the toxins, most likely, and they became the unlucky beginning to Kalevar's clean sweep of the facility. Gunshots rang out, dropping bodies left and right as a blurr of a wildcat tore past. Anyone unfortunate enough to step into the open to see what was happening was promptly shot in the face without hesitation.

Two more armed henchmen came wheeling out of the end doors, a lizard with a handgun and a wolf with what appeared to be an M4. Kalevar hit the floor in a slide as soon as the enemies came into view, their panicked fire whipping past his head as they shot at where he had been only moments before. Prioritizing his first rounds, he dropped the canine with the automatic weapon with a doubletap to the heart, quickly executing a rifleman's roll to the other side of the hallway before gunning down the reptile. Wildly discharged shots filled the hallway, but never caught up to the wildcat's tactical movements. This was his forte, his medium. Warfare was the great art in which he was versed. Grabbing the dead thugs by the collars of their suits, Kalevar dragged them into the room they had just exited, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. It was a small office, with multiple monitors lining the walls. Monitors that had probably displayed the camera observation points only minutes before. Swinging his backpack off of his shoulders, Kalevar went quickly to work. Removing the magazine from the pistol he had been using, he dropped both parts into the pack seperately before stuffing the new sidearm from the reptile into his waistline. Setting the M4 aside for use, he took the wallets and accessories from the men, before scanning the room for anything on paper. Documents, work orders, memos, personal notes, anything at all. If it had text on it, he took it, shoving everything into the pack like a starving man robbing a grocery store. As a final thought, he glanced to the PC towers housed beneath the desks, practically howling with glee as he found a jump drive plugged into one of the highspeed USB ports. Claiming his prize, Kalevar had barely had time to zip up his pack before a sudden banging at the door jerked him into reality.

"Guys! Open the fucking door, damnit, we've got some maniac down here! Justyn, Azel, open the fucking door! Grraahhh!"

The angry lion in the hallway threw himself into the door, panting angrily and shouldering his rifle as he stepped into the office space. Glancing around, all he saw was a few dead bodies on the floor, including those of the men he had been calling for, and a lot of trashed desk space. Stepping forward he began to frustradely pound at the keyboard for the monitors, snarling as it offered no response. It was not until the great feline turned to leave that he noticed the M4 and backpack propped against the far wall, and tilted his head to examine them closer... Only to be shot twice in the back as Kale popped up from beneath the bodies of Justyn and Azel.

"Shhh... Your friends are sleeping."

Shoving the scaley remnants of life off of himself, the wildcat shuddered a bit as he stepped out from the corpses. Fresh blood, both his own and that of his kills stained his clothing and fur, the rich smell of iron filling his nostrils. With hands now well practiced at looting the dead, Kalevar dipped two fingers into the lion's back pocket and retrieved a wallet, placing it into his own pocket before kicking the larger cat off of his equipment. Despite already having claimed a rifle from the wolf previously named Justyn, Kale found that he simply didn't have it in him to leave workable equipment behind. Taking the magazine first, the wildcat slipped it into his left pocket. The weapon itself would not fit entirely within the pack, but he could zip it mostly shut with just the end of the barrel sticking out. Good enough. Once the gear was in place around his shoulders once more, it was time to resume movements. Rifle in hands, the familliar feel of the weapon brought a wave of emotions over the hunter. Flashes of lost memory bit at the surface, screaming to be set free. He could remember deserts, filthy streets and murky sewers.. Many, many places, each traversed while shouldering a weapon almost identical to the one he now held. Shaking off the sudden influx of daydreams, the feline steadied himself before peering out the doorway. All clear.

"Zulu-Three to Fayah. I'm in. Over."

"You're inside? Are you hurt? Are you trapped?? What's happening?"

"Everything is fine. I've swept a rough 62% of the facility, and left no survivors. If anyone is breathing down here, they're huddled in the far rooms."

".. How can you say that so.. calmly?"

"Say what?"

"Y-you make mass murder sound like a walk in the park!! It's disturbing, and a little sad."

"That's real nice, Kitten. Judge me for doing what I've been asked... Anyways, I have a flashdrive for you. I'll port it in to my datajack after I get the fuck out of here. Zulu-Three out."

Shaking his head, Kalevar didn't know what to say he had been expecting. There was no way a cute little civilian girl could ever understand the depths of hell his kind walked into, and all for the sake of preserving such peaceful delusions as this kitten had. Fact of the matter was, some men deserved to die. And it was better that the few should perish at Kalevar's paws, then many by theirs. That was how he saw it, anyway.. That was what he told himself. He put down the few before they injured the majority. It was simply the way of the world. Seeing as everything seemed to be entirely silent around him, Kale took a few moments to just breathe, checking over his gear and injuries one last time. His house was in order.. It was time to make sure that his enemy's wasn't.