CQC

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Y/N's POV:

Echo: Well who are these assholes?

The orange one speaks up. His manner more eccentric than the man next to him.

???: I don't believe we've met. You don't look like one of our guys.

The man next to him speaks up, his voice much deeper and menacing.

??: Your trespassing on private property.

He raises his rifle at me.

??: And for that we have to kill you.

He pulls the trigger and Echo brings up the dome shield to block the shot.

???: Well I'll be damned. He's one of those freelancers isnt he?

Y/N: And who the hell are you two emo fuck heads?

???: Felix. But your girl calls me baby.

Y/N: If only you knew.

I aim my DMR at them.

Felix: And the brooding one is Locus.

Y/N: Whatever happened to the normal names huh?

Felix: See? I'm not the only one.

The shield drops and I fire a shot at Felix who blocks it with his own personal shield.

Y/N: Wait what?!

They begin to fire at me and I take cover.

Carolina: Colorado are you okay?! Where are you?

Y/N: I'm fine! Just getting shot at is all!

I step out from cover and shoot back. My bullets nail Locus' sniper rifle and Felix's DMR.

Y/N: Ha and they said I couldn't shoot for shit!

Echo: No you still got the worse aim. Of all time.

Felix: Not bad. Here let's play catch!

He throws a grenade at me and I catch it midair. A mental timer starts to countdown. I pick it up and then throw it at the wall. It bounces off the wall and blows up next to the pair.

Y/N: Ha suck on that fuckers!

I pop out from cover and fire only for my shot to be blocked by Felix's shield. Only his partner isn't around.

Y/N: What happened to your buddy?

Felix: Oh he's around. Oh yeah your about to get fucked up in 3...2...

I feel the barrel of a shotgun pressed against my head.

Felix: Yup! There it is.

Locus: Where are the others.

Y/N: What others?

Felix: The ones you broke in with. You don't look much like a stealth kinda guy. Drop the gun buddy, or else you'll have a hole in your head the size of a golf ball.

I sigh and drop the DMR as Felix balances a knife on his finger tip.

Locus: I won't ask again.

I can feel him press the shotgun against my head. I look down and take notice of his footing. Most of his weight is leaning on his right leg.

Y/N: Alright I'll talk just don't shoot.

Felix: I thought you freelancers were supposed to be tough?

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