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Paradise City, USA - Shredder</b><br/>The breaching charges that blasted open the doors of the room next to her storage closet was what broke Sei out of her afternoon nap. With a yawn, she grabbed the featurless black mask made of tungsten woven into tempered glass, except for the visor part. It was designed to be like the opaque windows on many luxury cars that obscured vision on the VIP inside, except with a bit more tungsten to cover the facial features. There was a section for the eyes left with just tempered glass, in order to allow for the best range of vision for whoever wears it.<br/><br/>Aside from the mask, Shredder wore an elastic black sports bra to cover her breasts but not the rest of her belly, which gave the impression that she was still put together by much more than blood and flesh, if the grafts and chrome visible in vicinity of her navel were any indication. Her bulky baggy pants were full of ammunition, as she stomped out of the closet in her black military boots. The rubber soles hit the ground and as soon as she was out of the door she started sprinting: she picked up speed very quickly, swiftly reaching several dozen miles an hour before she made a turn to the left and entered the main assembly room, where the scientists were gathered. -<b>CRASH</b>-<br/><br/>The two assailants that had covered the main entrance to the room found themselves positioned perfectly for a clothesline by a pair of very heavy and pretty fast metal arms the size of an adult male's. Given the density of these metal limbs, it was truly a miracle that neither of the two suffered a broken neck or more than three broken ribs. Instead, they dropped to the ground as if they had just gotten hit by two street-light poles going at thirty-five miles an hour, gasping for air and holding their broken ribs. The cyborg swiftly bent down and dodged the burst of fire that some of the other assailants sent her way and picked up the assault rifle and the submachine gun the two human wanna-be-abductors had dropped. She remained in cover as bullets started to hit her surrounding area.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<b>FREEZE! I GIVE YOU TO THE COUNT OF THREE TO DISARM AND WITHDRAW!</b>"</span>Her threat sounded through the voice-changer in her mask, as she put down the SMG and picked up a short-fuse flashbang from her first pocket. The countdown followed swiftly after that declaration, while she remained in cover behind the last row of seats.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<b>ONE! TWO! THREE!</b>"</span>She said the second number at the same time as she threw the stunning grenade up, a beeping red glow indicating something for her. As soon as she said 'Three', though, the grenade went off mid-air in a bright light and an incredibly loud bang: a split-second later, Sei was up and sighting her rifle on burst fire to shoot whoever still had a gun in their hands and was not dressed like one of the guests center-mass, no fannying about with headshots or the like.