Small snippet for injusticology.
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Grabbing the first thing he could get his hands on, Keitaro lobbed a green onion at the grinning teenager. Had he not looked away for a moment to draw one of his hidden weapons, the MITHRIL agent wouldÆve noticed that the young girlsÆ smile grew even wider then before.
Keitaro withdrew one of his combat knives and prepared to defend himself against the bluette. While he was extremely confident in his skill with it, his orders were very specific about the rules of engagement for this operation. Civilian casualties werenÆt permitted without any exceptions, excluding imminent compromise of MITHRIL security. Protocol dictated he neutralize this threat without causing any permanent harm.
Keitaro barely had enough time to run all this through his mind before he was forced to lunge behind a cabinet to avoid another knife. As he listened to the meaty *Kshnk!* of knife after knife embedding themselves into his cover, an idea bloomed. Careful not to expose any part of his body, he began to whisper into his mouth piece.
ôATLAS Four, calling ATLAS Two, do you copy? Over.ö It was just between the impact of the third and fourth knife when he got a response.
ôATLAS Two responding, whatÆs the situation? Over.ö
ôATLAS Four, IÆm being pinned down by a civilian armed with knives. Requesting N.L.N. support from your position. Over.ö
*Kshnk!*
Keitaro had to resist crossing his eyes when a steak knife burrowed into the wood about six millimeters away from his nose.
ôRoger that, ATLAS Two taking the shot. Over and out.ö
N.L.N, or Non-Lethal-Neutralization, was a procedure that involved shooting a tranquilizer dart into a civiliansÆ neck. This method was used to incapacitate hostile civilians from a distance when hand-to-hand combat wasnÆt possible.
An almost silent *fffft* was the only noise in the room, as a tiny aerodynamic syringe caught the blue-haired girl in the throat. This was followed by a quiet sigh as the drug took effect, and a series of thumps from the civilian toppling over.
Wasting no time, Keitaro shot out from behind cover, and over to the young girl sleeping peacefully on the wooden floor. Chancing a quick check of her pulse, he slung her up over his shoulder in a firemanÆsÆ carry. With the other occupant of the room safetly comatose, Keitaro returned to searching for his Klondike bars.
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