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Nakahara Financial's corporate headquarters was like so many other similar buildings around Shinjuku. Ground floor largely surrounded by glass in a literally transparent attempt to broadcast sincerity and openness, while the goings on above the ground floor were hidden behind tinted windows and drawn blinds. In fact, the offices where the real decisions for the business took place were tucked away, disguised within the block of windowless building that served as the primary intake for the building's ventilation systems.

There were more than a few reasons why a contract might be put out on the upper levels of Nakahara management. Crossed lines, backstabbed partners, shorted deals, all of which were off the books and without legal recourse.

And absolutely none of those reasons were why a leather-clad, chrome-accented hooligan was currently screeching her way through open air off the observation deck of a taller building towards the glass windows of a conference room one floor below that fortress of an office block.

The glass smashed as the chain-clad figure impacted it, sending her into the conference room in a hail of broken glass and an immediate howl of alarms. Junko peered out from behind the chains armoring her body beneath the cheap clothing she'd snatched as a disposable way to maintain the aesthetics of her villainous persona and immediately charged into the hallways of the building, bulling her way past the unarmed security of the regular floors of the building in search of a way to get up into the concrete fort one floor above her- completely unaware of just who else might be here to settle some business tonight...

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Doesn’t matter who you are, what you do, or where you do it, there are lines you simply cannot cross. Anyone who says ‘rules are meant to be broken’ had not lived long to either to see the consequences of their actions or regret them. Everyone had their chains. The average man was bound by the laws of their land, the most powerful businessmen were restricted by the whims and wishes of their stakeholders, the most depraved of black ops units were shackled by the chain of command, but the most strict of them all were the unspoken rules that governed the lives of Japan’s criminal underbelly. [break][break]

And Nakahara Financials was about to find out why.[break][break]

Fantasma knew not what these people had done to earn this fate. That didn’t concern him. His job wasn’t to untangle the web of lies that led them to this point, it was to send a message. One written clearly in crimson, meant to show what happened to those who thought themselves above the rules of the game. This was not going to be an accident.[break][break]

These fools must’ve felt so safe. Millions spent concealing their designs and shielding themselves from anyone who dared strike back. Reinforced walls, windowless rooms, and enough guards with enough ammo to kill any intruders five times before they blinked. With so much security surrounding them, it was no wonder that they felt like they could break the unspoken rules of this life. But for all money they burned, these so-called security measures would be no more than unlocked doors in the face of the unseen plague that once ravaged the battlefield. [break][break]

Neither the people manning the reception, nor the clueless workers occupying the many front-facing offices had any hope of spotting him. A prior casing of the facilities would give him a guaranteed route to his target, and a well-timed visit to a certain gunrunner would give him all the tools he needed for the job.[break][break]

By the time all twelve targets sat down for the meeting, Fantasma had already found a way inside the ventilation system. Crawling through it, he was able to detect and disable any security measures they had set up inside, before arriving at the secret room. With so many weapons holstered, he wouldn’t even need to draw his own. There were enough to go around, and they were already painted with other people’s prints. Still, in the worst case scenario, he still had-[break][break]

CRASH!!![break][break]

Shattered glass would herald a sudden and unexpected end to the meeting, catching the attention of everyone in attendance, even the uninvited ghost that loomed above. Radio silence was immediately broken to inform the heads of security of the location and the source of the disturbance, and with the practiced precision of professionals, everyone began to take their positions for a siege. To them, this was an impenetrable fortress, and a lone unknown renegade wasn’t going to breach its walls. All they’d need to do was send an advance force to deal with the intruder, and they could get back to business.[break][break]

Meanwhile, the phantom could feel something entering his range. An intricate web of studs, buckles and zippers. Judging from the angle of their entry, and their lack of any notable weapons or equipment, their owner must’ve put a lot of faith into their God-given gifts. Colleague or competitor, it mattered not. If they were here, then that meant their goals aligned with his. Whatever drove them here mattered not.[break][break]

Still, a frontal assault, with no notable aces up the sleeve to speak of. Even behind all those thick concrete walls, Fantasma could see how this would play out. Unless this person was exceptionally talented, then this would end with their death or capture, and he had only ever met one person who fit that bill. He thought about leaving them to die. His job here wasn’t to care for any strays that got in the way. If anything, their death would likely be in his employer's best interests. It would neatly tie another loose end. Despite all of this, he shook that thought away. His only obligation to his client was to make the heads of Nakahara Financials roll, nothing more, nothing less. They weren’t going anywhere, and a small detour wouldn't change that. [break][break]

With his priorities reconsidered, he would begin to crawl out of the board room, using the labyrinthine network of vents and crawl spaces to maneuver himself onto the battlefield. Those crooks would never know it, but this intruder had just bought them a few extra seconds to live. A shame they would inevitably waste them.[break][break]

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junko

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EQUIPMENT:[break]
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It was easy enough to find the battlefield.

It was NOISY.

In the hallways between Junko's entrance and the boardroom, her path had become choked by REAL guards. Not the toothless security idiots paid to wander around with flashlights. The gun-toting, vested soldiers on payroll to merk anything trying to bring anything resembling a threat to bear against their employers.

The front line formed up into a line of riot shields as demanding shouts for surrender came from behind them, all of them aimed at the girl in the studded leather jacket, ripped jeans, and defiant oni face mask, the cloth grinning that toothy, demonic grin towards them.

"Surrender?! I JUST BROKE IN, IDIOTS."

In a heartbeat, her chains squealed and hurled her facefirst into the line of shields, where she threw her hands up onto the edges of the one to either side of the third in the cented, the chains on her hands screaming as they ratcheted into high gear and DEVOURED the clear shields, splintering and shattering the shields as she brought her hands down through them like chainsaws, before the howl of her chains turned into a low, hungry roar- and she slammed a foot into the third shield and sent him flying straight back into the gunners behind him as the chains covered her body as she screamed defiance in their faces.

"COME ON, THEN!"

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Junko would trample through the first row, leaving a path of broken bones and shattered polycarbonate behind. In those first few moments, she might as well have been an armored truck with how she ran over those faceless men. Her foot sent one of them flying towards the group behind him, prompting errant gunshots to pierce through the vents that hung over the room. It was a wonderfully brutal start, one that was sure to pump a much-needed surge of adrenaline through her body. But it was just that. The start. She had thrown herself face-first into a siege, and she was going to need to get through a lot more guards before she could even get out of this floor.[break][break]

Behind the front line, about three other men in suits and shades raised their barrels towards her. Two Ruger Pistols, Mark X model. Lightweight, compact and semi-automatic. Firing 0.22 caliber, 5 millimeter rounds. 15 rounds per magazine. If those didn’t do the trick, then the man in the middle would. He was carrying a Submachine gun. PM-15. Firing 30 fully automatic rounds. Ideal for skirmishes and spray-and-pray, but horribly imprecise. Didn't need to be. In a narrow hallway like this, with only one target. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.[break][break]

Meanwhile, Junko could hear more on the way. A pandemonium of orders and footsteps echoed from the still-open door at the end of the hallway, out of which these guards had come from. Most likely the staircase that led to her targets. From behind those walls, she could swear she heard the sound of a shotgun’s barrel being pumped in anticipation.[break][break]

She had no time to think about those, as all three index fingers squeezed the triggers. A cacophony of gunfire would draw her attention back to her end of the long hallway she had crashed into. Like storm drums, each bullet exploded out of their barrels and towards her. If she didn’t move quickly, then she would never move again. Question was, where?[break][break]

And unbeknownst to all of these people, a pair of blue-eyes watched on from the vents. Mere centimeters in front of them, the bullets from the first line of gunmen floated still. It was as if they had frozen in mid-air.[break][break]

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Junko gritted her teeth behind the wall of chains guarding her from the world as she saw the guns leveled her way. In her head, she'd seen herself storming past the mooks and diving into the horde of gunmen before they could get a bead, but that clearly wasn't how this story was gonna go.

Even as she had the thought, the clatter of gunfire, ricocheting bullets, and incoming commands and commanded filled her ears as the gunfire drove her back. The handguns popped her shoulders back in pings and clacks, while the impending automatic fire promised much worse than broad bruises and noise. Chains screeching loudly, she hurled herself to the ground as the chains tore her out of sight into a room to the side.

Automatic fire shredded the air overhead as it punched through the walls, leaving the mooks in the hallway alone as the chains roared, as something crunched ominously, as-

Junko erupted from one of the walls at ground level, grabbing the automatic gunner by the ankle as he screamed, smashing a hole in the wall along the floor and dragging him howling out of sight. A moment later, a loud crunch sounded, and his crumpled, stained helmet slid back into view, leaving the mooks stunned for a moment.

Until commands started to rain on them. "SPREAD OUT! Find her! Don't just stand around and get picked off, idiots!"

Rats. She'd actually thought that would work for a second.

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The thin walls that surrounded this hallway would splinter under Junko’s weight. So fast, that by the time her target knew what hit her, it had already happened. She could feel his body being pulled by her momentum before toppling over. In that moment of shock and awe, his finger held onto the trigger for dear life. A wild line of bullet holes would be drawn as his body ragdolled over to the floor, before disappearing into the adjacent office with an exit as explosive as her entrance.[break][break]

Out of the staircase, a group of four identically dressed men would walk out. At the front, a man armed with another polycarbonate shield took point. First through the gate. Behind him, the man with the shotgun. The one who couldn’t wait to get on the scene. He was wielding a Beretta 964. It could shoot up to eight 70mm shells before needing to reload. It wasn’t the best for long range, but it's stopping power alone was enough to send some of the sturdier mutants back a few steps. At the end of it, a gray metallic canister had been inserted on the end. It would double as an impromptu grenade launcher. Behind him, two other men, armed with identical pistols, would walk out.[break][break]

Having steered out of the way of their coworkers spraying and praying, the remaining two guards would link up with the new arrivals.Meanwhile, the one who watched from above would begin crawling his way onto the other room. The scene wasn't any less hectic on the floor above, as another platoon could be heard marching towards the staircase.[break][break]


Junko would be given a moment to catch her breath and take in her surroundings. Next to her was the body of the guard carrying the SMG. He had been dealt with, but many more were about to come. She looked around the room, and she saw rows upon rows of desks as far as the eye could see. All perpendicular from the hallway. They would provide an essential layer of cover she could sneak through.Off to the sides, she could catch all manner of boards, pinned head to toe with papers. If she looked up, she would be able to locate all three entrances and exits inside.[break][break]
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Two of those doors would lie at opposite ends of this nightmarishly sterile bullpen. While the other stood between them, right at the center of the room. In the few moments she had to herself, her ears would catch the sounds of footsteps from just beyond the wall that stood between this room and the hallway. They were splitting up in three groups of twos. Each one assigned a door to cover. She had but seconds before she was surrounded. If she didn’t want to find herself at the wrong end of six different barrels, then she better think of something, and quick.[break][break]

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[junko]

IL Fantasma | ### | notes

Junko wasn't the sort to sit around and do things quietly. She could hear movement back in the hallway. Boots, sets of them, moving to the obvious entrances, leaving her with a few moments to figure out what she wanted to do.

Well, she knew what she WANTED to do. But "fly into the mass of them arms flailing and come out victorious" wasn't very realistic as a battle plan.

With a couple quick kicks, she sent a jumble of toppled tables in front of two of the doors, picking up a table and carrying it over to the third, walking so as not to immediately give herself away. And as bullets hailed through all three doors immedaitely prior to two pairs smashing into blocked entries, the third pair burst through- and promptly went flying back the other way as Junko swung the table edge-first like a blunted sword, smashing the shield and sending the pair tumbling back the way they came.

To the other two pairs, the scene got even stranger as the two who'd been struck struggled to get up- only to get plowed straight through the wall behind them as a supervisor's desk smashed into them and introduced them to a new room entirely!

J U N K O

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