[WARNING -- EXPLICIT VIOLENCE]
[WARNING -- EXPLICIT VIOLENCE]
It was the morning of day 213. Egon and Charlotte slept in a second-floor room of the secure house.
A jolt from his suit shocked him awake. But, it was too late. The door was burst open. A rifle appeared first. Then the man holding it. He made it two steps before egon's traps killed him. 16 bullets in two seconds.
Another entered. Same fate.
Another intruder entered. His rifle was near him, but he wouldn't have reached it fast enough. Egon reached for his knife and threw it right at her(the intruder), aiming for the head. The knife reached her, but not before she fired.
A gun shot echoed through the room. For a second, It distracted him. Then, he locked in and let his inner soldier take control: eliminate the enemy.
He got up, then realized: A shot was fired, but he wasn't hit.
Charlotte was.
The bullet entered her cheek and left through her eye, maybe slightly above it. Blood streamed out of her face. She was beyond saving.
Looking at Charlotte like this, something in Egon moved. Sadness? Weakness?
No. Not weakness. He hasn't gone weak. At least, that's what he told himself.
He then turned his back on Charlotte. The intruder was twitching on the ground with her hand on her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. Egon walked past her, tore out the knife lodged in the open wooden door, and put it back on his belt.
He activated heat vision and scanned the house. Three more intruders. One at the stairs, two across the living room.
He pulled out a smoke grenade, snapped out the pin, and threw it down the stairs. As smoke filled the ground floor, a flash grenade followed.
Egon silently went down the stairs, as silently as he could. Near the bottom, the first intruder appeared in red. He drove a jab and cross into the intruder's face followed by a knee to the gut and a kick that dropped him hard to the floor. Then slashed near his feet, severing the tendons to keep him down.
The other two fired blindly at the stairs. Egon dropped to the floor, did a useless roll, and hid behind a couch. He lifted his rifle, aimed through the smoke, and fired. Two rounds left the barrel. Two skulls were pierced. Two bodies hit the ground.
He got up and scanned the perimeter. No heat signals outside. Only the cripple twitching by the stairs.
He tied his hands, dragged across the living room, and put him on a chair.
Egon sat opposite him. "You know, I may have misjudged your gang. I didn't know you allowed women in."
"Fuck you." the man spat blood on Egon's visor.
He wiped it with his glove. "You must be stressed." he said calmly, "Let me get you a drink."
Egon got up, walked to the fridge. He took out a bottle of water and got back to the chair opposite the crippled intruder.
He placed the water bottle on the table. "You know? Funny thing— I haven't done one of these in a while, not personally. So forgive me if i'm a bit rough."
"Fuck you," The cripple said, "you Nazi piece of shit."
"A Nazi? No, no, no. Just because I'm German doesn't mean I'm a Nazi." Egon said, picking up the bottle and twisting the cap off. "I've worked with nazi's before and believe me, I'm not even remotely close. If anything, you're almost there yourself. You burn people. Alive, I presume. You have slaves, Cool outfits, a nice symbol, a weird take on religion, etc."
Egon took a sip of water through the helmet's built-in straw. He ran it in his mouth, closed the bottle, and put it back. "It tastes like shit."
He pulled the knife from his belt, got up, and walked slowly towards the man. "I hope it's as fun as i remember it."
After the interrogation was complete, each of them had gotten what they wanted. The cripple was relieved from the flesh he wasn't using. And Egon got the information he needed: the enemy base, the meeting place, and the surveillance schedule.
After, He contacted Alfred, who was just entering the city, gave him a location to meet at, and a list of supplies to bring.