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Aspin Vember by Sid Infested - Incomplete -

A thin figure standing about 5'11", encased in a pitch black trench-coat watches the things going on from the shadows of an alley. Smoking a cigarette as it observes the area as if waiting or looking for someone, once the cigarette is burning at the filter its discarded and the shape steps into the crowd. The pale skin is nearly blinding in the light, such a beautiful grey-tinted white. His face kept straight, he seems inhuman as he moves through crowds that stare and snicker. His lips are black, with two white stripes on each side of center on his bottom lip. Two black lines from the corners of his mouth extend out about an inch. His nose had obviously been broken on more than one occassion. His eyes hidden by small round reflective black-lensed sunglasses. From under the bottom of each lens extended a line going down to roughly the bottom of his nose level, at about 45 degress away from center another line from each lens stopped at about the bridge of his nose. His eyebrows had been shaved or maybe permanently removed, the black lines replacing them add to his blank expression yet makes him seem extremely elegant. His hair was shaved into a mohawk pulled back in a pony-tail, it was black, obviously dyed. From waist up his trench-coat was covered in buckles and straps instead of some sort of zipper or buttons. He seemed very professional, he seemed he had something important to do. The spooky aura about him along with the way he moved made him appear like he was a ghost or some sort of supernatural being. He reaches into his left pocket retrieving a pack of cigarettes. He removes one from the pack, placing the cigarette between his lips he puts the pack back into his pocket and removes a lighter. He lights the cigarette, the only change of expression is an involentary reaction. He slowly scans his surroundings, taking in everything, he stops at a crosswalk and waits for the signal to change. He stares in a downward direction, he looks as if he's thinking very hard, taking in more of his cigarette steadily. He glances around some more, and the signal changes. He crosses the street, upon the other side he changes direction disappearing into the nearest alley, almost as if someone were following him, throwing his dead cigarette into the street. He moves through the alley silently, not even his footsteps making a sound, while taking in the surroundings. He stops abruptly like he heard something, he steps to the right, obscuring himself in the shadows beside a rusty dumpster. He crouches down, his legs covered by skin tight black pants of some sort, with an extra pistol holster on his right leg, and a shotgun holster on his left. His boots reached to knee level, there were no laces, not even eyelets for any, instead straps with buckles starting ontop of his foot and reaching to the top of the boots. He remains silent, focused, listening intensley, his face showing nothing. The loud clang of steel on steel booms through the alley, he doesnt react to the noise in any way what-so-ever. The sound of footsteps breaks the silence, more than one set of feet. He sits listening to the nearing steps, waiting unknown to the unidentified group. He moves back slightly, putting his back to the wall, his mind going over every senario, while trying to count the number of oncommers. After a moment he mouths the word, "nine". He leans foreward again, peeking around the dumpster to see nine figures emerging from the shadows.
They looked like soldiers of some kind, ready for combat. Black fatigues cover their skin, along with black gloves for their hands. Each has a bullet-proof vest, armor covering their knees, shins, elbows and forearms. Each armed with an MP5-K, they looked like a military squad that would be used in special ops. or extreme high-risk situations. Around their hips they each had one pistol, four grenades, most likley standard frag. grenades, a military issued survival knife, and assorted pockets for other handy things. Their left legs each had another pistol, extra clips and a few more pockets. Each had more clips for their MP5-K's and other pistols strapped to their torso's for easy access. Their faces and heads covered by gasmasks, they seem like a very prefessional trained killing machine, each one a force not to be taken lightly. Waiting silently, listening to the group advancing in a tight formation, he shifts putting his back towards the dumpster. The footsteps reach teh dumpster, the pace slows, he waits, still emotionless, unfeeling on the outside. Just as the unaware patrol group comes into his sight, without hesitation he stands stepping up to the closest one, pushing the gun to the side, spinning the patroller and spinning himself along the unprepared unit's back. He spins to the center of the circle, identical customized pistols slide into his hands, in mid-turn. He stops on a dime, facing the direction the squad came from, one arm wrapped around him with gun aimed backwards towards the still turning soldier, the other point blank to the center unit's head. The others have just noticed the attacker and have no time to react before the triggers are pulled. The soldiers seem to be in slow-motion as the attacker spins into the still standing corpse with a fresh bullet in his head, the impact sends the corpse backstepping as the guns are aimed again and fired. In a series of fluent, fast, prescise and calculated arm movements and flashes lasting no more than two and a half seconds its over. The first soldeirs barely hitting the ground, soon followed by their commrades. All nine dead before they could begin to fall, the expert shooter stands there for a moment realizing one of them had barely finished saying something involving the gunmans name before a bullet ripped through the roof of his mouth into his skull.
"Fuck! Its Aspin!" repeated in his head as he stood upright, his guns being retracted back into his sleeves. He lights a cigarette, thinking to himself, taking a few drags off of it.
"They knew I was comming," he said quietly to himself, as he leaned over to put the half-smoked cigarette out. He stood again and began advancing into the shaddows his opponents emerged from. In the darkness he located a steel trap-door in the ground and as he lifted it opened a staircase was revealed to him. He could see light at the bottom and stepped in, moving downward, quietly closing the steel door behind him. Moving down towards the light, he thought of why he was here. Hired by a faceless employer too cowardly to execute the pre-meditated plans. Aspin reaches the bottom, surveying for guards and cameras, before putting his back to the wall beside the doorway. He listens for a moment, hearing footsteps of already dead men. They dont sound near. With one fluent motion he steps around the wall and through the doorway. Reaching to the left, grabbing an entry guards head and snapping his neck. The second guard has only time to look over before Aspins foot hits his cheek, shattering his face and spinning his head with enough force to snap his neck as well. Aspin having grabbed and held up the first guards corpse quickly pins the second against the wall before he falls. Aspin lowers them both to the ground silently, then moves their bodies to the other side of the wall before continuing. Moving silently through the main corridor, he finds a door marked "Armory". He steps to it, pushing the heavy door open, entering into a rust stained room with many labeled boxes of various items. Scanning the room of anything useful he takes note of a few boxes, after a moment he approaches a box labeled "Supressed Pistols". Using a fast elbow strike he breaks the lid in half, using such technique and speed the sound was nearly undetectable. He removed one of the pistols, checking it over, and eventually sliding it into the holster on his right leg, having concluded it would be useful for taking out cameras and such undetected. He approaches another box labeled "Various Holsters/Belts" using the same elbow strike to open the box as he did previously. He scans over the box, removing a dual holstered belt, a couple of sheaths for knives and an extra pistol holster and shotgun holster. He turned holding the items taken from the box, and approached another box, this one unlabeled. He sets the belts/holsters in a pile on the floor beside him, and cracks the box open, revealing what seemed to be a new-type experimental body-suit. Details for it were taped on the inside of the lid. Aspin began reading quickly and silently, listening for any approaching enemies.
"Z-I 388 'Zero' - Designed to optimize wearers body efficiency. Increasing wearers pain tolerance, endurance, strength, and occasionally reaction time (depending on the wearer). This suit keeps users body at a near perfect temperature for all sorts of environments and situations. By applying various pressures around the torso it keeps all organs at maximum proficiency, letting the wearer push oneself to their limits before their body gives out. Unstable experimental model may react differently to different users, results unknown. Use caution." After reading Aspin removes his sunglasses keeping his eyes closed, he works his way from top to bottom, unbuckling his coat and removing it. Next came his boots, holsters, pants, Grammaton Cleric gun holsters, and then black shirt. He takes the Zero body-suit and slides it on quickly, it seems to mold to his body as he buckled the last strap. Aspin quickly put his pants and boots back on, replacing his original two holsters on his legs, then placing the extra pistol holster on the inside of his left leg, the extra shotgun holster placed around the lower half of his leg, on the outside of his right boot, on the left boot went one of the knife sheaths. He then put on the dual holstered belt, and specialized Grammaton holsters. He figured he'd fill the holsters as he went, putting the second sheath on the belt, placed at his back. He put his trench-coat and sunglasses back on, discarding his old shirt, taking a few steps towards the door feeling the body-suit already starting to work. He opened another box, labeled "Pistols/Ammunition", hearing footsteps he quickly scanned the box, removing two pistols, holstering them at his sides, and a handful of extra clips which were quickly placed in the areas on the belt and other gun holsters. He moves quietly to the door, listening to the footsteps, and figuring that theres three guards meeting up on their routes just outside the door. Aspin shifts to the side of the door, hitting the lightswitch encasing the room in blackness as he kicks the door, grabbing the three patrol units attention. He waits, hearing one guards footsteps move up to the door. The unit pushes the door open with the muzzle of his shotgun, as he advances into the black room unaware of Aspin beside him. In just the blink of an eye Aspin knocks the gun out of the unit's hands spinning it, as Aspin snaps the guards knee inwards. Grabbing the shotgun with his right hand as its in mid-spin, he pulls the guards head back with his left hand as the unit is falling to the floor. Aspin turns the shotgun to the side, using the top of it to smash and collapse the units exposed trachea. Aspin slides the dying body back out the doorway to the feet of his commrades, where he looked at them suffocating unable to even scream. One of them instantly opens fire into the black room, the other calling in backup.
After the volly of bullets it went silent, and the quick footsteps of the backup units closing in could be heard. Four squads of five units, two from each end of the corridor rushed in taking positions with guns drawn aiming into the dark room and there was silence once more. Aspin, having holstered the shotgun to his left leg, began thinking of the most effective way to eliminate the twenty-two units on the other side of the wall as they began approaching the doorway cautiously. He listened to the footsteps analyzing the enemy positions, six in the center and the rest in a cemi-circle around the doorway. The footsteps stopped a few feet from the door, as Aspin wait motionless, focusing on his plan of action.It seemed to be a stand-off.
Time seemed to drag out as the crew of soldiers waited for something to happen, thinking that they'd have the upper-hand, not knowing the full extent of Aspins devestating skills. Aspin number-labels each unit one through twenty-two in his head, as he does frequently when confronted with multiple targets. Focusing intensly, he falls into a state of total clarity. He removes his sunglasses exposing his intense violet colored eyes, his face blank, nothing, an inhuman expression of something made to kill with maximum efficiency, and even these numbers are child's play to Aspins skills. Aspin hears sweat hit the floor outside of the room and the squad begins an extremely slow advancement twoards the doorway. Just before they reach the enterance the commanding unit chimes in irresponsibly.
"You guys ready for this shit?", and on the last word as if on que, Aspin steps into the open the moment their guards are dropped. Skipping foreward, he plants a front kick to unit one, instantly unconcious his body lifts and is sent backwards distracting about eight units. Aspins pistols slide into his palms and he pulls the triggers, dropping units two and three before his foot hits the ground, two more shots are fired, eliminating four and five. Aspins foot touches down and he spins inward, firing off three shots and avoiding enemies lines of fire just in time for them to miss leaving them vunerable. He lands in a low stance as units seven eight and nine begin to drop. His arms seem like a blur as he drops units ten through fifteen, emptying his weapons. With no time for reload he releases the guns which are retracted back into his sleeves, as he spins to his right, avoiding enemy fire once more. Lifting his left leg for a kick he pulls the shotgun off of his leg, and throws the kick shattering the bones across unit six's eyes. Aspins foot hits the ground as unit six does, leaving him facing units sixteen, seventeen, and nineteen on the other side of the circle, and units twenty and twenty-one directly behind him. Aspins right foot fires backwards crushing unit twenty-one's sturnum, shattering his ribs as he fires the shotgun three very fast times at head level across the circle. By the time units sixteen, seventeen and nineteen's faces are torn apart, sending their bodies into the air, Aspins left foot is crushing the throat of unit twenty with enough force to paralyze him from the neck down. Units twenty-two and eightteen take their aim at Aspin. He quickly reaches back grabbing the falling paralyzed body by the shirt and spins throwing the lifeless body into the line of fire as the triggers are pulled. As the units riddle their allies flying body with bullets, Aspin reholsters the shotgun, dropping into a squatting position, his reloaded pistols emerging into already aimed hands. Before the enemies register whats happening each is hit with three shots to the groin, dropping them instantly. As the now dead airborne sheld lands on its dying, screaming commrades, Aspin stands, one weapon retracted, advancing towards the now awakening unit one. He stands over unit one with pistol aimed as he opens his eyes and is greeted with a bullet from Aspins gun while Aspin slides his sunglasses back on. The full ordeal lasted roughly nine seconds.
Aspin continues down the corridor, reading the label on each door incase something useful could be aquired. He knows they're aware of his presence, he decides to head straight for his target, anyone in his way will be exterminated. He reaches the end of the corridor, rounding the corner he is met with a ready gun. The guard hesitates and Aspin reacts, side-stepping the weapon while striking upward with his palm, shattering the rookie unit's elbow. The young soldiers head snaps back with a scream, Aspin elbows him in the throat, crushing his trachea. Aspin continues, leaving the dying child as he falls to his knees, being left to suffocate. Aspin reaches the door at the end of the hall, the real facility enterance. Expecting at least two sentries and as many as six he has no hesitation with kicking the door in. The door unhinges flying inward, Aspin stepping in and right, grabbing a sentries weapon using it to spin the unit around. Using the soldier as a shield to the opposite units oncomming fire, he snaps the sheild's forearm taking his weapon and glancing over to see the door smash one unit and two more comming almost in range. He fires back at the current attacker, dropping him with four deadly shots. Aspin turns hucking the gun at the closest unit, dropping the dead body as his pistols slide into his hands, one already aimed. Aspin fires off two rounds as he swings the other arm into position, the first and closest threat drops as Aspin fires the second gun, dropping the last advancing unit in one shot and he continues along the tunnel.
Aspin reaches the end of the short tunnel, with just an elevator door at the end. The elevator goes down into the main facility. Aspin lights a cigarette casually.
"No need to be too hasty," he says outloud to himself, while pushing the elevator button. The elevator begins to come up from the bottom, as Aspin smokes. The elevator finally reaches the top 10 minutes later, as Aspin is putting out the cigarette. Aspin grabs a belt of shotgun shells, and an extra shotgun off of one of the corpses. He steps into the elevator, holstering the shotgun, and strapping the shells in a convinient spot he lights another cigarette, and pushes the button to go down.

Description
Aspin Vember by Sid Infested - Incomplete -

A thin figure standing about 5'11", encased in a pitch black trench-coat watches the things going on from the shadows of an alley. Smoking a cigarette as it observes the area as if waiting or looking for someone, once the cigarette is burning at the filter its discarded and the shape steps into the crowd. The pale skin is nearly blinding in the light, such a beautiful grey-tinted white. His face kept straight, he seems inhuman as he moves through crowds that stare and snicker. His lips are black, with two white stripes on each side of center on his bottom lip. Two black lines from the corners of his mouth extend out about an inch. His nose had obviously been broken on more than one occassion. His eyes hidden by small round reflective black-lensed sunglasses. From under the bottom of each lens extended a line going down to roughly the bottom of his nose level, at about 45 degress away from center another line from each lens stopped at about the bridge of his nose. His eyebrows had been shaved or maybe permanently removed, the black lines replacing them add to his blank expression yet makes him seem extremely elegant. His hair was shaved into a mohawk pulled back in a pony-tail, it was black, obviously dyed. From waist up his trench-coat was covered in buckles and straps instead of some sort of zipper or buttons. He seemed very professional, he seemed he had something important to do. The spooky aura about him along with the way he moved made him appear like he was a ghost or some sort of supernatural being. He reaches into his left pocket retrieving a pack of cigarettes. He removes one from the pack, placing the cigarette between his lips he puts the pack back into his pocket and removes a lighter. He lights the cigarette, the only change of expression is an involentary reaction. He slowly scans his surroundings, taking in everything, he stops at a crosswalk and waits for the signal to change. He stares in a downward direction, he looks as if he's thinking very hard, taking in more of his cigarette steadily. He glances around some more, and the signal changes. He crosses the street, upon the other side he changes direction disappearing into the nearest alley, almost as if someone were following him, throwing his dead cigarette into the street. He moves through the alley silently, not even his footsteps making a sound, while taking in the surroundings. He stops abruptly like he heard something, he steps to the right, obscuring himself in the shadows beside a rusty dumpster. He crouches down, his legs covered by skin tight black pants of some sort, with an extra pistol holster on his right leg, and a shotgun holster on his left. His boots reached to knee level, there were no laces, not even eyelets for any, instead straps with buckles starting ontop of his foot and reaching to the top of the boots. He remains silent, focused, listening intensley, his face showing nothing. The loud clang of steel on steel booms through the alley, he doesnt react to the noise in any way what-so-ever. The sound of footsteps breaks the silence, more than one set of feet. He sits listening to the nearing steps, waiting unknown to the unidentified group. He moves back slightly, putting his back to the wall, his mind going over every senario, while trying to count the number of oncommers. After a moment he mouths the word, "nine". He leans foreward again, peeking around the dumpster to see nine figures emerging from the shadows.
They looked like soldiers of some kind, ready for combat. Black fatigues cover their skin, along with black gloves for their hands. Each has a bullet-proof vest, armor covering their knees, shins, elbows and forearms. Each armed with an MP5-K, they looked like a military squad that would be used in special ops. or extreme high-risk situations. Around their hips they each had one pistol, four grenades, most likley standard frag. grenades, a military issued survival knife, and assorted pockets for other handy things. Their left legs each had another pistol, extra clips and a few more pockets. Each had more clips for their MP5-K's and other pistols strapped to their torso's for easy access. Their faces and heads covered by gasmasks, they seem like a very prefessional trained killing machine, each one a force not to be taken lightly. Waiting silently, listening to the group advancing in a tight formation, he shifts putting his back towards the dumpster. The footsteps reach teh dumpster, the pace slows, he waits, still emotionless, unfeeling on the outside. Just as the unaware patrol group comes into his sight, without hesitation he stands stepping up to the closest one, pushing the gun to the side, spinning the patroller and spinning himself along the unprepared unit's back. He spins to the center of the circle, identical customized pistols slide into his hands, in mid-turn. He stops on a dime, facing the direction the squad came from, one arm wrapped around him with gun aimed backwards towards the still turning soldier, the other point blank to the center unit's head. The others have just noticed the attacker and have no time to react before the triggers are pulled. The soldiers seem to be in slow-motion as the attacker spins into the still standing corpse with a fresh bullet in his head, the impact sends the corpse backstepping as the guns are aimed again and fired. In a series of fluent, fast, prescise and calculated arm movements and flashes lasting no more than two and a half seconds its over. The first soldeirs barely hitting the ground, soon followed by their commrades. All nine dead before they could begin to fall, the expert shooter stands there for a moment realizing one of them had barely finished saying something involving the gunmans name before a bullet ripped through the roof of his mouth into his skull.
"Fuck! Its Aspin!" repeated in his head as he stood upright, his guns being retracted back into his sleeves. He lights a cigarette, thinking to himself, taking a few drags off of it.
"They knew I was comming," he said quietly to himself, as he leaned over to put the half-smoked cigarette out. He stood again and began advancing into the shaddows his opponents emerged from. In the darkness he located a steel trap-door in the ground and as he lifted it opened a staircase was revealed to him. He could see light at the bottom and stepped in, moving downward, quietly closing the steel door behind him. Moving down towards the light, he thought of why he was here. Hired by a faceless employer too cowardly to execute the pre-meditated plans. Aspin reaches the bottom, surveying for guards and cameras, before putting his back to the wall beside the doorway. He listens for a moment, hearing footsteps of already dead men. They dont sound near. With one fluent motion he steps around the wall and through the doorway. Reaching to the left, grabbing an entry guards head and snapping his neck. The second guard has only time to look over before Aspins foot hits his cheek, shattering his face and spinning his head with enough force to snap his neck as well. Aspin having grabbed and held up the first guards corpse quickly pins the second against the wall before he falls. Aspin lowers them both to the ground silently, then moves their bodies to the other side of the wall before continuing. Moving silently through the main corridor, he finds a door marked "Armory". He steps to it, pushing the heavy door open, entering into a rust stained room with many labeled boxes of various items. Scanning the room of anything useful he takes note of a few boxes, after a moment he approaches a box labeled "Supressed Pistols". Using a fast elbow strike he breaks the lid in half, using such technique and speed the sound was nearly undetectable. He removed one of the pistols, checking it over, and eventually sliding it into the holster on his right leg, having concluded it would be useful for taking out cameras and such undetected. He approaches another box labeled "Various Holsters/Belts" using the same elbow strike to open the box as he did previously. He scans over the box, removing a dual holstered belt, a couple of sheaths for knives and an extra pistol holster and shotgun holster. He turned holding the items taken from the box, and approached another box, this one unlabeled. He sets the belts/holsters in a pile on the floor beside him, and cracks the box open, revealing what seemed to be a new-type experimental body-suit. Details for it were taped on the inside of the lid. Aspin began reading quickly and silently, listening for any approaching enemies.
"Z-I 388 'Zero' - Designed to optimize wearers body efficiency. Increasing wearers pain tolerance, endurance, strength, and occasionally reaction time (depending on the wearer). This suit keeps users body at a near perfect temperature for all sorts of environments and situations. By applying various pressures around the torso it keeps all organs at maximum proficiency, letting the wearer push oneself to their limits before their body gives out. Unstable experimental model may react differently to different users, results unknown. Use caution." After reading Aspin removes his sunglasses keeping his eyes closed, he works his way from top to bottom, unbuckling his coat and removing it. Next came his boots, holsters, pants, Grammaton Cleric gun holsters, and then black shirt. He takes the Zero body-suit and slides it on quickly, it seems to mold to his body as he buckled the last strap. Aspin quickly put his pants and boots back on, replacing his original two holsters on his legs, then placing the extra pistol holster on the inside of his left leg, the extra shotgun holster placed around the lower half of his leg, on the outside of his right boot, on the left boot went one of the knife sheaths. He then put on the dual holstered belt, and specialized Grammaton holsters. He figured he'd fill the holsters as he went, putting the second sheath on the belt, placed at his back. He put his trench-coat and sunglasses back on, discarding his old shirt, taking a few steps towards the door feeling the body-suit already starting to work. He opened another box, labeled "Pistols/Ammunition", hearing footsteps he quickly scanned the box, removing two pistols, holstering them at his sides, and a handful of extra clips which were quickly placed in the areas on the belt and other gun holsters. He moves quietly to the door, listening to the footsteps, and figuring that theres three guards meeting up on their routes just outside the door. Aspin shifts to the side of the door, hitting the lightswitch encasing the room in blackness as he kicks the door, grabbing the three patrol units attention. He waits, hearing one guards footsteps move up to the door. The unit pushes the door open with the muzzle of his shotgun, as he advances into the black room unaware of Aspin beside him. In just the blink of an eye Aspin knocks the gun out of the unit's hands spinning it, as Aspin snaps the guards knee inwards. Grabbing the shotgun with his right hand as its in mid-spin, he pulls the guards head back with his left hand as the unit is falling to the floor. Aspin turns the shotgun to the side, using the top of it to smash and collapse the units exposed trachea. Aspin slides the dying body back out the doorway to the feet of his commrades, where he looked at them suffocating unable to even scream. One of them instantly opens fire into the black room, the other calling in backup.
After the volly of bullets it went silent, and the quick footsteps of the backup units closing in could be heard. Four squads of five units, two from each end of the corridor rushed in taking positions with guns drawn aiming into the dark room and there was silence once more. Aspin, having holstered the shotgun to his left leg, began thinking of the most effective way to eliminate the twenty-two units on the other side of the wall as they began approaching the doorway cautiously. He listened to the footsteps analyzing the enemy positions, six in the center and the rest in a cemi-circle around the doorway. The footsteps stopped a few feet from the door, as Aspin wait motionless, focusing on his plan of action.It seemed to be a stand-off.
Time seemed to drag out as the crew of soldiers waited for something to happen, thinking that they'd have the upper-hand, not knowing the full extent of Aspins devestating skills. Aspin number-labels each unit one through twenty-two in his head, as he does frequently when confronted with multiple targets. Focusing intensly, he falls into a state of total clarity. He removes his sunglasses exposing his intense violet colored eyes, his face blank, nothing, an inhuman expression of something made to kill with maximum efficiency, and even these numbers are child's play to Aspins skills. Aspin hears sweat hit the floor outside of the room and the squad begins an extremely slow advancement twoards the doorway. Just before they reach the enterance the commanding unit chimes in irresponsibly.
"You guys ready for this shit?", and on the last word as if on que, Aspin steps into the open the moment their guards are dropped. Skipping foreward, he plants a front kick to unit one, instantly unconcious his body lifts and is sent backwards distracting about eight units. Aspins pistols slide into his palms and he pulls the triggers, dropping units two and three before his foot hits the ground, two more shots are fired, eliminating four and five. Aspins foot touches down and he spins inward, firing off three shots and avoiding enemies lines of fire just in time for them to miss leaving them vunerable. He lands in a low stance as units seven eight and nine begin to drop. His arms seem like a blur as he drops units ten through fifteen, emptying his weapons. With no time for reload he releases the guns which are retracted back into his sleeves, as he spins to his right, avoiding enemy fire once more. Lifting his left leg for a kick he pulls the shotgun off of his leg, and throws the kick shattering the bones across unit six's eyes. Aspins foot hits the ground as unit six does, leaving him facing units sixteen, seventeen, and nineteen on the other side of the circle, and units twenty and twenty-one directly behind him. Aspins right foot fires backwards crushing unit twenty-one's sturnum, shattering his ribs as he fires the shotgun three very fast times at head level across the circle. By the time units sixteen, seventeen and nineteen's faces are torn apart, sending their bodies into the air, Aspins left foot is crushing the throat of unit twenty with enough force to paralyze him from the neck down. Units twenty-two and eightteen take their aim at Aspin. He quickly reaches back grabbing the falling paralyzed body by the shirt and spins throwing the lifeless body into the line of fire as the triggers are pulled. As the units riddle their allies flying body with bullets, Aspin reholsters the shotgun, dropping into a squatting position, his reloaded pistols emerging into already aimed hands. Before the enemies register whats happening each is hit with three shots to the groin, dropping them instantly. As the now dead airborne sheld lands on its dying, screaming commrades, Aspin stands, one weapon retracted, advancing towards the now awakening unit one. He stands over unit one with pistol aimed as he opens his eyes and is greeted with a bullet from Aspins gun while Aspin slides his sunglasses back on. The full ordeal lasted roughly nine seconds.
Aspin continues down the corridor, reading the label on each door incase something useful could be aquired. He knows they're aware of his presence, he decides to head straight for his target, anyone in his way will be exterminated. He reaches the end of the corridor, rounding the corner he is met with a ready gun. The guard hesitates and Aspin reacts, side-stepping the weapon while striking upward with his palm, shattering the rookie unit's elbow. The young soldiers head snaps back with a scream, Aspin elbows him in the throat, crushing his trachea. Aspin continues, leaving the dying child as he falls to his knees, being left to suffocate. Aspin reaches the door at the end of the hall, the real facility enterance. Expecting at least two sentries and as many as six he has no hesitation with kicking the door in. The door unhinges flying inward, Aspin stepping in and right, grabbing a sentries weapon using it to spin the unit around. Using the soldier as a shield to the opposite units oncomming fire, he snaps the sheild's forearm taking his weapon and glancing over to see the door smash one unit and two more comming almost in range. He fires back at the current attacker, dropping him with four deadly shots. Aspin turns hucking the gun at the closest unit, dropping the dead body as his pistols slide into his hands, one already aimed. Aspin fires off two rounds as he swings the other arm into position, the first and closest threat drops as Aspin fires the second gun, dropping the last advancing unit in one shot and he continues along the tunnel.
Aspin reaches the end of the short tunnel, with just an elevator door at the end. The elevator goes down into the main facility. Aspin lights a cigarette casually.
"No need to be too hasty," he says outloud to himself, while pushing the elevator button. The elevator begins to come up from the bottom, as Aspin smokes. The elevator finally reaches the top 10 minutes later, as Aspin is putting out the cigarette. Aspin grabs a belt of shotgun shells, and an extra shotgun off of one of the corpses. He steps into the elevator, holstering the shotgun, and strapping the shells in a convinient spot he lights another cigarette, and pushes the button to go down.