Inside the Internet Bureau of U.S.S.A, Agent Auga Grinta is walking towards the common room. She brews a cup of espresso by the table, gives herself a full stretch while waiting for the drink, and looks at herself into the glass. She stares at her own image: pale and bloodless lips; black eyes are half-opened, surrounded by deep dark circle, like two blackholes penetrating her face; due to the exaggerating dread of cold, she keeps wearing coat and scarf, even inside the room with heater on 24/7. Auga let out a laugh in self-mockery, cumbs her short black hair which is a bit knoted with oil and dust. The short break will last for half an hour, no need to hurry, enough for her to fully enjoy the drink without interruption, or finish one episode of her favorite anime. 

Auga picks the coffee, lies herself down on the giant sofa. Youtube, Blink, or several games? She doesn't decide yet, just randomly surfing around. When she clicks her contact list, an avatar marked as "special concern", which shows a crescent image with a handcuff bonding its two edges, now jumps out of the screen. 

It's an emergency call. Auga picks the call imediately. 

"Don't speak out, Auga," a light voice utters in extreme tension, "Is there anyone near you by now?"

"It's OK, just me in the common room, "Auga looks around, "What happens? I'm about call you......"

"Just listen. I'm not sure what's going on here, but......I killed someone."

Raises her body while hearing it, Auga touches the cup and stuns.

"Before informing the agency , I decide to let you know first. Those guys are coming after me. They dress in police uniform, at least one of them is Russian. I don't get it......" pauses a little bit, the girl continues, "Do me a favor, Auga. Check the record of Berlin Police Department tonight, by when, by whom, for what reason. By the way, where's my supervisor?"

"Nemo? He's on the HQ....."

"Then tell him later. He might have more vital things than me there. Anyway, you know what I'm gonna do, right?"

"Yeah.....I know."

"And you know the procedure?"

"I'll contact our team to back you up imediately."

"Good. Meet at old place then, hope I won't be too badly this time," the girl says her farewell, "This will be a lunatic night, Auga."

"Be careful, Lu......"

Before she speaks the word, the girl hangs off the call. 

In the mean time, Rosenmeer apartment. The other "police" sit in the car, try to contact Igor several times, but still get no respond. Team leader decides to check it out. 

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"Sergei, you go with me," He brings up the gear, "and Anton, keeps her tight and wait for us, unless the patrol spot you."

They opens the apartment gate, moves to the third floor by stairs in case get surprise attack by the elevator. 

Nothing seems happened. The floor, the lamp, the cracked big clock with glass fragments spread all over the place like before, shows nobody has come here yet. The only problem is, where the heck is Igor?

"Igor, what's wrong with you?" Sergei knocks the door with the buttstock, "Have you done?"

No response. Only the sound of flowing water comes from inside. 

"Fucking idiot," team leader murmurs in anger, hands to the door handle, "Didn't I tell you to make it quiet......"

Bang!!!

Just as he touches the handle, the girl suddenly leaps out, seizes his collar and shoot three rounds at his vest. 

"Watch it!"

The bullets fail to penetrate the vest, but still knocks him down with the kinetic power. 

The girl turns to Sergei in swift, holds his hand and raises the muzzle up. Bullets are spreading on the wall, the floor and the ceiling as their fighting about the control of weapon. Sergei roars in rage, pushes the girl several steps against the window. With overwhelming strength against her, the girl has no options but to bite his wrist as hard as she could until its flesh separats. 

"Блядь!"

When Sergei looses his hands, the girl pulls her dagger out, stabs in his side body, right between the gap of the vest. Sergei covers his wound, staggers back, then falls on the ground. He is losing strength and can't support his body anymore. 

The girl holds the dagger. Her mind focuses on executing Sergei, but almost ignores that someone else is still alive. As his partner falls down, the team leader rushes from darkness, ferociously kicks at her stomach. This kick is so powerful, that she could almost feel she's get holed by his boot. Her whole body is thrown in the air and hits into the bathtub. She coughs as if her guts are spewing out.

A glance of sharp light, she senses her left hand gets trampled on. The team leader raises the carbine at her face. The girl tilts her head right away, turns on the shower by her forehead.

GHHHHAAAAAAOOOOOUUUUUCH!

A large amount of heat steam surrounds his face. The team leader screams in a frenzy, his skin is blistered and ripped off from the face like dead tree barks. He drops the weapon involuntarily and turns back. But the girl grabs his sleeve, keeps pressing the shower against his head until he falls in faint, with occasional body spasm on the floor. 

The girl struggles to get up. She picks the carbine and strides at Sergei. Then she heard a siren, comes from distance, with red and blue alarm shimmering into the corridor. 

The patrol will lock all the entrances and exits! Shit, there's no way out!

The girl hears the elevator sounds, getting closer to her. 10 seconds......about 10 seconds and she'll be caught! 

She heads down to Sergei. He half kneels on the floor, still tries to stand up. 

"You're not gonna leave here......" he whispers, "Both you, and me......"

Before he finishes, the girl clinches him, thrusts him to break the window. She drags the curtain to wind his neck. Both of them fall from the floor three. 

A tremendous chaos burst out. Start from floor three, all the windows of Rosenmeer are lighting up in a wave, like a stone hits the water pool. The girl lifts herself up from ground. Aching fire burning inside her bones and guts, but she's still alive. She slowly looks above.

Sergei is hanged by the middle of the second floor, with his neck strangled by the curtain. 

Two more down, at least one left.

She supports herself with full will, and walks to a car stops by the side of the road. With several hacks, the engine starts roaring, as she drives the car into the endless midnight.