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</div><br/>“One more and you have paid for your freedom Kella.”  She looked up from the restraints her eyes focusing on the hologram. The machines around her began to whirl to life fitting the cybernetic parts to her body. She had long since learned to ignore the pain that came with the process.<br/><br/><br/>“The target is a female engineer. She’s carrying Syndicate classified information in a cranial storage device. We need her back alive.” She was a bounty hunter, an assassin when needed, but really she was a slave. Freedom? She would lay waste to planets to be free of this life.<br/><br/><br/>“Will you comply?”<br/>The machines finished and the restraints released dropping her onto the cold steel floor. She stood and stretched her arms, neck, and back. At least they didn’t skimp on upgrades. A wicked grin crossed her lips “One snatch and grab?” It was almost too easy. “Where do I start?”<br/><br/>-------------------<br/>Three Solar Days Later<br/><br/>Alarms blared and lights strobed throughout the ship. Kella hadn’t expected the science vessel to be so big or so heavily guarded. No matter, it gave her a chance to stretch her legs and have some fun.<br/><br/>“Intruder on sub-level-” The guard was cut off as Kella slid the knife across his throat.She made sure the gurgling and gasps for breath was heard across the radio. Nothing made her hotter than a little psychological warfare. She slipped a proximity mine into the front of  his vest and kept walking. Some amature would be stupid enough to check and see if the poor sob was still alive.<br/><br/>Kella casually strolled over to one of the comms panels and ripped the front of it off. “Was it green to red? Maybe black to orange? I can never remember.” She muttered cutting  the alarms and splicing her veri-tool into the intercom system. “Check, check check, cheeeeck.” Her voice echoed across the ship. “Ladies and germs! Can I please have your attention.” She dug the piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it. “Will Alliance citizen N238-451b please surrender and calmly make there way to the docking bay for transport.” Kella didn’t even bother learning her target’s name anymore. What was the point? Once the Syndicate got ahold of them they were never seen again.<br/><br/>“Failure to comply will result in a lot of dead people and grievous bodily harm. But, if you really want, you can try and run. Kind of turns me on when they run. Either way I’m coming for you babe.” She cut the broadcast and headed down the ship corridor. “Ready or not, here I come.” The grin on her face only getting wider. This was always a favorite part of her job.<br/><br/>Minutes of walking brought her to thick reinforced doors. It would definitely be enough to stop an ordinary person. She slammed a heavy fist against the door twice. “Hello, anyone home? Helllloooo.” She waited a few moments in silence…..nothing. Her augmented vision whirled to life flicking over to thermal vision. “Oof, pulling all the stops.” Behind the door was at least a dozen men and quite a few civilians or at least she assumed were civilians.<br/><br/>She took a few steps forward and then rushed forward throwing her shoulder into the door. “Oww, fu-” The damn thing didn’t even budge. “Fine, gonna be like that. Let’s see how you handle this.” Kella took  a few steps back<br/><br/>Kella had been valuable to the Syndicate for a few different reasons, her true value? Psyotics. No one really knew how the telepathic powers worked or even why some could use them and others couldn’t. Not only could Kella use Psyotics, she was extremely gifted. Which would make what happened next a real treat for whoever was behind the reinforced door.<br/><br/>The energy built up around her, rolling off her body in waves. She let out a warcry and threw her arms forward. The energy releasing from her body and colliding with the door. The metal groaning before completely collapsing inward sending debris and metal shards flying in every direction.<br/><br/>She drew the laser pistol from it’s holster and strolled through into the room. “Anyone else? Anyone? N238-451b you here? I can do this all day.” She took a casual stance, a mischievous grin playing across her lips.