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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Df0LdIZ8TWYo&amp;hash=5ac908ff68d20f54ec57113794c1f939" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0LdIZ8TWYo" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Death from Above</a><br/>​</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Hers was a dance of death. And it was marvelous. No matter how composed his frame was, he had to admit the allure of her supremacy. The weak willed man was prey ready for the slaughter. Her presence exuded rage and agony through the brutal bloodlust. Only he could tame such an animal. Talia was his weapon, his bride, his soul. They briefly touched base when she dragged the corpse behind the cylinders. The ferocious smirk on her lips hinted at what was to come. While he quickly searched their pockets for tracking devices or hints about the serial number, his wife was long gone. Benjamin only caught a glimpse of her rage vanishing around the corner of the structure, engaging in full warfare with additional guards. What he had feared came to be.<br/>
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The alarms had been triggered. Benjamin frantically searched for Talia through his smart vision. Her silhouette of green hues was magnified and showed its signature inside the structure. He moved out of cover with determined steps. Stopping by the edge of the wall of the structure, Benjamin gathered enough force to spring himself upwards and onto the oval shaped roof. The inhumane jump into the air left him slightly dizzy, but it mellowed out just as fast. He approached a number of panels that his smart vision indicated as a weak spot in the structural integrity of the building. Closing the fist of his mechanical arm, he punched through the material of the panels. The smart vision instantly tagged all the hostile soldiers below that surrounded his wife. Even if they were frantically firing upon her, she just kept going with her killing spree.<br/>
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Benjamin slipped through the crack of the panels. As he fell, unfolded the shield attached to his arm and put it underneath his feet. An unfortunate soul broke the fall of the terminator. The man was utterly dismantled in a spectacular sprout and shower of blood in all directions underneath the weight of the shield landing with a penetrating bang. Benjamin stepped off of the shield and lifted it to his side, drawing his power sword and engaging the electrical coating. The propulsion system in his prosthetic leg pushed him forward in a rapid dash, which slammed him into yet another guard with his shield. The man flew several meters across the floor into a concrete block, breaking his neck. One unsuspecting victim who was firing upon Talia shifted his attention to Benjamin instead, starting to unload his clip into the shield that approached with rapid, determined steps. The bullets rained until the edge of the electrified sword emerged from behind the steel wall, penetrating the guard’s abdomen. Benjamin split the man open in half with a forceful upwards jerk of the blade.<br/>
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All the guards were dead. Benjamin had taken care of the stray ones that were firing upon his wife from a distance. However, he was not happy about how the scenario had played out. He retracted the shield into its mounted device on his arm and sheathed the blade into his belt. Upon coming within her sphere of being, Benjamin firmly grabbed her wrist with his mechanical hand, pulling her close with a tugging motion. “I go in first,” he growled rather loudly. “There’s a reason why I have all this shit in my body. That reason is so that you don’t have to take all the punishment. What happens if you die, huh?!” He shouted. “What am I supposed to do then? What?!” He finally let her go with dismissing gesture. The man turned around and let his body cool him off with a few steps and breaths. “God damn it, Lia. I know what this is and what it means. I feel everything that you are feeling right now, for fuck sake.” He said and faced the blonde again. “And I want to kill them all just as much as you do, but what good will it do us if we’re reckless? Think about Shaun. We only have one shot at this, and we can’t fuck it up.”<br/>
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A different kind of rage was building. It was one molded with despair and doubt. The feeling was not at all welcomed, but quite necessary. Even if they were Rage incarnate, it had to be calculated rage, not emotional. However, he could not stay mad at her. Benjamin wanted to submit to the bloodlust just as much, but his rational side fought it with every means available. Sooner or later, the rage would most likely win and consume him as well, but it was too early yet. He approached his wife again and sought her hand, although with a gentle and passionate touch. “I need you to patch me up when I go down. That’s the plan. The only plan, really.” It was rather unsettling to speak to the blood-spattered visage before him. However, underneath all of that vengeance and lust was a sweet, caring, wonderful woman that he loved deeply. “Come on, let’s find the records for the serial number,” he said and slipped his hand into hers.<br/>
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They did not have much time. The alarms were still going and the risk of reinforcements arriving drew closer. The couple made their way deeper into the facility, down endless aisle of highly stacked goods and shipments that had not been touched in years. In the middle of their jog, the alarms stopped to ring and the couple passed a number of crates that looked new. The guards had probably used them recently. Benjamin slowed their pace and stopped by one of the mysterious containers. As he peaked inside, there were rows of glowing cylinders inside that contained some manner of preservation fluid. It seemed rather suspect. “What is all this stuff?” He said.</span></span>