This one has decided to put out another chapter

No special reason, mostly because I'm just in a good mood

anyways, enjoy ^^

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Then I remembered. I was Liam Jensen, squad vice leader of the SWAT team of Los Angeles. We were preparing to arrest a group of gang members dealing with drugs. We knew that they were armed, we knew they would fight rather than be arrested.

I looked down on the map we had created. My team leader Adams was making the last adjustments to the plan.

"Ok guys. We've got around fifteen buildings that need to be cleaned. We don't know how many armed target there will be but at the very least it's going to be around eighty. We'll be working together with two more teams that will assault the buildings from a different angel. We're going to start at this house."

He points at a storehouse.

"We know that they've stored some drugs there. We don't need that, the only thing we're here is to secure the place. Afterwards the other officers will take every remaining evidence. We'll be doing everything like always, so get everything ready. Any questions? Yes, Gibbs?"

One of my colleagues had raised his hand to ask a question.

"Sir? Will there be any espers amongst them?"

Everyone's faces twist. Everyone had heard of a team in Spain getting burned alive by just one woman. We weren't particularly fond to fight monsters like this.

"I'm going to be honest with you. I don't know. They've calculated that they do not have any. But only with around 75 percent certainty. Take every gear you need. We want to protect this city. If anyone finds an esper that seems hostile shoot on sight understood?"

"Yes sir." Everyone answers.

"Good, then let's get going. Everyone in the transport. We'll be starting in 20 minutes at 2300."

After readying our different gears me and the members get into the back of the black armored van. Nobody talked during the short drive towards our destination. The small space was filled with professionalism.

A voice resounds next to my ear.

"Com check. Everyone please come in."

My seven colleagues each lift their hands to their comms

"Red one"

"Red two"

"Red three"

...

finally I raised mine.

"Red leader reporting in. Everything is working. Are the other teams ready, over."

The team leader answers me.

"Yes they are red leader. Get ready we're going to start in five minutes."

"Copy."

I look at my comrades.

"Ok everyone knows what they have to do. We're going to try to remain undetected for as long as we can. But if even one of them warns the others we'll be going loud. I'll be going in front  with the riot shield, the others follow behind either Barton or me."

"Copy."

"Let's go then."

I contact our driver.

"Let us out before the whole complex, don't want them to know what's coming. We want to take out as many as we can before they notice."

"Of course boss."

Our driver holds just behind a high barbed fence and everyone charges out silently.

"Briggs, cut the fence now."

"Copy."

Our van takes off as fast as he can trying to hide the car somewhere where he could pick us up quickly if he needed to.

Slow and steady Briggs cuts through the fence and everyone sneaks through. I was in front with a big riot shield covering my entire front, next to me Barton copied my movement with the same equipment.

Everyone had silencers on their different guns so we could at least remain stealthed for the first few minutes.

We didn't find anyone at first but after entering the storage we quickly discovered multiple targets armed with smgs and assault rifles.

"Everyone split up in the two groups, we won't be able to keep quiet for long."

The different gangsters seemed quite agitated and since gunshots could be heard in the distance I knew that the other teams had already engaged in open combat.

"Everyone, go go go."

Whispering into my com I order everyone to start. Our orders might have been to arrest as many as possible but the primary objective was to secure the premise, as such we would rather have them dead than letting a living time bomb rest behind us.

They did not know what hit them at first. Randal and Connor started the firefight by simply killing three gang members with their silenced rifles.

I put my shield in front of me and slowly crouched forward while Branton was doing the same on the other side of the hall, each of us having another comrade just behind.

The enemy recovered quickly and started throwing everything at us. Bullets hit the side of my shield and leave dents behind. I did not particularly mind. The only thing that could pierce this metal were armor piercing rounds from a high caliber rifle.

Slowly and steadily we get closer to the different positions they're firing from. Since me and my different comrades act as bait our two marksmen are able to take out almost all of the remaining gang members. The last one throws his weapon away and stands up from cover.

"Please no I surrender, I surrender!"

I speak into the com

"Garrison cuff and silence him."

"Copy."

Our medic walks forward and zaps him with a taser. Then proceeds to follow my orders while I contact our operators.

"We've got one prisoner and fifteen dead. It's a lot, is the information precise that it would be only around 80?"

Our leader answers us.

"Not so sure anymore the other teams are too encountering a lot of targets. Be careful team red. Over."

None of us had been harmed but the worst part had yet to come. Our next house was a small hotel with around 20 apartments. This was pure horror as there could be an enemy behind every door and we had to clear every single one of them.

"Everyone let's go. Same procedure. Me and Branton in front and everyone take care. They know from where we're coming now."

Quickly we move out of the complex and hurry over the small road separating the two buildings. Suddenly multiple shots resound through the night and hit one of my teammates.

"Enemy fire third window from the left!"

One of our marksmen instantly reacts and riddles the window that had been shot from with bullets.

Shit, Garrison quickly moves to the injured member and pulls him back into the already cleared building.

"Everyone get into that building. NOW!"

Everyone charges forward while multiple windows open up and greet us with gunfire. We instantly notice that they are not very trained. Everyone focuses on me and Branton so our shield soak the damage and everyone reaches the building unharmed.

"Two teams, you three this side, we'll do the other."

I motion three of my members to clear the left few rooms while me and the other two do the same on the right.

First door. I break out in sweat while I hold my quite damaged shield in front of me.

"Open it Olsen."

He follows my order and throws a flash bang in while instantly closing the door again.

A loud explosion can be heard and multiple screaming persons.

"Go go go!"

I open the door again and charge in while aiming for potential enemies. Instantly I notice three humans lying on the floor, with guns aimed at us.

"Shit!"

Luckily my other colleagues are still behind me as I soak their entire clips before a shotgun blast silences them for good.

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"Good job Olsen."

We check the different rooms.

"Room one clear."

With a while piece of chalk my other member Connor marks the door and we move over to the next one.

"Go."

With the same procedure Olsen once again throws a flash bang into the room. This time we hear a female scream. We charge in regardless.

Behind the door we are greeted with a similar room as before, only this time there is a woman with a young child in front of us.

"On the ground NOW!" I shout at her and she complies hugging the child closely.

After checking the different rooms and not finding anyone I tell the woman to move out the way we had come from and Connor quickly escorts them out while I guard the hallway.

"VICE, CARE!"

Behind me Olsen raises his shotgun and points it over my shield aiming at an door that had opened. Out came a young white guy with an assault rifle in hand. He instantly opens fire on us and I hear how Olsen gets hit somewhere.

I raise my pistol and splatter the targets brain out onto the wall.

"Olson, you alright?"

"I'm fine, armor took the brunt."

"Can you keep going?"

"Yes."

Connor returns to us.

"Got the civilian out."

"Copy, next is that open door."

I move in front and get greeted by gunfire while standing in the doorway.

This is way too much for a simple drug war...

We quickly neutralize the four guys shooting at us and clear the room.

Three done, six to go. The next two room were empty and we quickly rushed through them. In the third we were greeted by grenade. Luckily I reacted quickly enough and blocked the blast with the shield. The culprit was quickly taken out.

I looked at the seventh door. If this kept going we would be done in a few minutes and take care of it and the nightmare would be over.

I sweated all over from the constant holding of the shield and I knew I'd needed to take a small break after this house.

"Next door."

I stand in front of the door with my dented shield while Connor hands Olson another flash grenade.

He opens the door and pulls the pin ready to throw it in. I hear something hit the ground just behind me. I turn around while still holding the shield.

The flash bang explodes and robs me of my sight and hearing.

"FUCK!" I shout into my com while keeping the shield steady. Bullets hit it and force me a few steps back. I open my teary eyes and look behind me.

"Olsen's done vice." Connors shouting words inform me of his death, the coms are damaged and the only thing I hear from them is static.

Then I notice his body. His left arm he used for throwing is cut cleanly off an lies behind me still holding the broken case of the grenade. Next to his arm his body is missing his armored head which lies behind him knocked against the wall.

Still holding the shield in front of me I shout at Connor.

"Esper?!" he instantly answers me

"Yes, seems like it."

"Retreat! I'll cover you."

Using my small handgun I wildly fire into the living room where I can make out five people, all of them armed.

I see how two of them go down to Connors rifle fire while slowly taking steps back.

Just as I get ready to retreat too I feel something hissing at my side. Suddenly the left side of my shield falls to the side cleanly cut off from the main body.

"SHIT!" I instantly react and drop it while rolling to the side. My gun is back up and I aim for the doorway.

"Connor, cover me!" I shout behind me but nobody answers me.

Too scared to look behind me I slowly back off and open one of the clear apartments, then glance into the hallway behind me.

"Shit!" another shout escapes my mouth. At the far back just in one of entrances I see the fallen body of my comrade. His entire right side crushed by something heavy.

Then somebody starts talking behind me.

"Oh what do we have here?"

Fuck.

Something hard and heavy hits me in the back and I fly back out of the apartment and into the wall on the other side. I'm pretty sure at least two of my ribs are broken but I still life my upper body up and aim at the person in front of me. It's a huge man with arms as big as my legs.

I try to pull the trigger but only a sharp pain comes from them. I look down and see that my fingers and gun have been cut by a sharp object.

"Sorry, but you chose the wrong time to attack buddy."

The man lifts his foot up and seems to want to crush my head.

"Stop "

Brute ey? Not very imaginative.

My vision gets blurry while I try to contact the rest of my squad. They need to know. But simple static answers my call.

Somebody crouches down in front of me. It's a young girl with a smug smile on her face.

"So mister, mind telling us how many there are of you?"

I need to contact my members.

"Misteeer?"

Something hits my head but I barely feel it due to blood loss.

The brutes voice starts talking again.

"He's already done, let's get the other four and clear the bugs out."

Four more? Shit. Six espers against only two and a half remaining squads?

I need to warn them. Warn them. Warn them.

Something happens with me. A weird feeling fills my head and I can feel the two espers leaving with the remaining two gang members.

But I don't see them leaving, I feel their minds leaving.

I need to warn them.

"Espers are here, six of them RETREAT!"

I shout into the void but I cannot hear my own voice, instead I can see a wave going through the different entities I can feel. They all react different. Some break out in panic, some look confused but around 26 of them seem to step away from whatever they were doing and retreat.

Hahahaha. I started laughing. Three might die but the others would live.

Then I black out.

I puke on the table while blood comes out of my nose.

I had seen enough and had stored the information saved in the cells. They had reacted and shown me what part had caused the power to awaken. I dissolve everything unneeded and weave it into my own DNA. I needed to do this quickly or I would quickly forget what parts I had to copy.

My body starts to prickle as everything starts to reform using the newly formed strand of DNA. My skin turns a tad darker as it seemed it was somehow connected with the change. Then my brain starts feeling weird. Just like in his memory I start to notice different entities with what seems to be a sixth sense. They all feel familiar though I cannot seem to go into them. I look at Liam and his entity while concentrating on him.

It worked.

I think as loud as I can. Liam smiles and looks at me.

"Seems like it. Truly remarkable."

Even though it probably could be considered as a miracle Rose seemed bored.

"So it did work....We can talk about it later, I'm quite hungry right now and by the way you said you'd bleed not puke..."

I start laughing not caring about my filthy clothes.

"You're right. We should talk about this with Karen and the others. I'll take a shower real quick, then we can meet upstairs ok?"

"Done." Liam answers and the three of us get up. I hurry to the shower and get cleaned up. With a new uniform and a weird feeling inside of my head I take a short route and walk into the cafeteria that somehow had gotten the most favorite room to talk about important things. Inside I get greeted by everyone from A3.

Karen laughs a bit and smiles at me

"So you succeeded. That's great in itself but honestly we'll take care of it during dinner. Ignar actually cooked for us today so dig in."

Everyone gets a plate full of noodles with some kind of tomato sauce. Simple but good.

While everyone is seated on one table Karen leans towards me still chewing on a bite.

"So? Can you talk with your brain like Liam can?"