Pretty could never unsee that image in her mind. It hunted her for countless nights. Even thinking about it drove so much pain in her heart. Her father, brutally killed with the man she used to worship in front of her, and she couldn’t do anything about it but just watch. She was there but she was helpless to do anything. If only she was faster or if she made a different choice that time, she could have prevented that from happening. She blamed herself for it. But she blamed the guy in front of her more.

He did not know that while he was brutally killing his brother, she was just a few meters away, invisible and unable to move. She was there when her father’s head fell to the ground. She was still there, when her father’s headless body continued to spill blood on the floor she was kneeling, incapable of moving or even protecting his dead body. She kneeled there, staring at it for 37 minutes, her tears falling endlessly.

She was there when they cleaned the room and removed his body. She was there watching when they stuffed his body in a dirty barrel unceremoniously, and with utter disrespect.

She wasn’t able to do anything no matter how much she begged and shouted in her head. But no voice could come out of her mouth. She couldn’t even cry out loud. She witnessed it all. She was there unmoving when they cleaned the room and erased anything about the event. Just like that, they erased the only person who ever loved her unconditionally in this world.

For all the power and abilities that she has, it did not do anything to save the person she cared for.

That was months ago, a lot of things had already happened and the pain and loss that she felt inside her had already turned into anger. How she wished she could blow this man to pieces but she knew that it was not enough for her. She had so much anger inside her. She wanted him to suffer, she wanted him to lose everything that he held dearly.

“Quit acting already you vile bastard. You sickened me,” she finally replied. With determination in her eyes, she took a deep breath and at the moment she released that breath, a solemn decision was made in her mind. If she’s to die then she’ll take him with her.

Simultaneously, both of her hands flashed dimly and two items appeared in her hands, a gas mask and a special type of gas grenade.

She slapped the gas mask on her face and threw the gas grenade below her. The grenade broke off in six directions releasing thick lines of white gas as they passed.

Within seconds white smoke bellowed all around her.

Hidden from the view, she took an electric saw and sawed through the net covering her. The electric saw was shaped like a huge elongated knife where a thin electric line was wedged into the saw’s teeth. It was a modified saw that has an option to melt plastic and even glass metal. The net was made of synthetic fibers so she sawed through it easily.

It only took her 5 seconds to do all this and she was out of the net. She took a handful of the normal type of tear gas canister and threw it around her.

The front of the Medhall had now been covered by white smoke completely. Despite the lack of visibility, she could hear the footsteps of Summit soldiers converging to her location from all sides.

She did not panic and waited for them to come nearer.

When she felt they were just a few meters from where she was, her hand flashed and four electric bombs appeared in it. She pressed some buttons and chose the “WIDE ARC” option, and threw them towards the direction of the voices. One at the front, one to her right and two to her left.

A crackle of electricity was heard, and then she heard gasps of people being electrocuted and the sound of bodies crumpling down on the floor. Without wasting time, she immediately went forward and after a few meters she saw silhouettes of Summit soldiers lying on the floor, some were passed out and some were groaning. They would probably be okay after a few minutes.

She turned around and a tranquilizing gun appeared in her hand. The gun was a modified tranquilizer gun made from a country she forgot. It was shaped like a small crossbow with two handles below the body, it could shoot a thin needle-like bullet in consecutive shots that could paralyze a person for a moment.

Pretty focused her hearing for sounds of footsteps coming at her but she could not detect anything. She remembered there were soldiers behind her but they were far away from her to throw and electric bomb. Despite not hearing anything, she still pointed her gun and shot consecutively in a horizontal line.

The gun made a silent hiss everytime it shot a needle bullet. The first few shots did not create a reaction but her fifth shot hit a soldier, evident from the muted surprise cry of a soldier. Her line of shooting seemed effective as every now and then, she could hear the soldier's cries and groans. She continued shooting, making sure she shot only below the neckline. The needle could pass thick surfaces so she did not worry about the suits the Summit soldiers wore, those were just normal suits made of synthetic fibers unlike the tactical gears they wore during missions, but the face had sensitive organs that could cause permanent damage. Her grudge was with Simon and not with the other soldiers.

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After seconds of continuous shooting, she was out of bullets. Another fresh tranquilizing gun appeared in her hand and the other one was gone in a flash.

She turned around where Simon was before, and like a crazy madwoman, she shot her gun in that direction multiple times. She did not even care about keeping it below the neckline, as the needle bullets have only ten meters of effective reach, and only Simon was near her, as far as she knew.

Pretty did not care if she had already hit him or not, she just wanted to shoot him.. Fury fuelled her and she even wanted to throw a bomb in Simon's direction, making sure to take him out instantly but she’s not that crazy yet. A bomb could involve the other soldiers and she did not want that.

She might have no qualms hurting someone, but only if they hurt her first. Most of the Summit soldiers here were innocent and they had families waiting for them.

Her tranquilizing gun was out of bullets again, but this time she stopped shooting. She walked forward, while swapping the tranquilizer gun with a fully reloaded one from her storage. She did not have enough time to reload, the place was still full of smoke and just like everyone, she also did not have a good vision.

She arrived where Simon was standing before but he was not there. She went a few steps forward and focused her ears to the sound around.

She could hear the sound of groaning soldiers in multiple directions around her, the heavy patter of the rain to the roof of the portico, the wheezing sound of tear gas canisters still releasing smoke and there, northeast from her, she could make out Simon’s calm voice ordering around the soldiers. She couldn’t make out what he was saying but it was definitely Simon.

She immediately shot maniacally in that direction. She heard the pitch thuds of needles as if it met a hard surface and before she could process what’s the source of those sounds, a large swath of air slapped at her, pushing her backwards.

She tried to take a step forward but the drag was so strong she could only brace herself not to be pushed backward. It continued blowing everywhere in the area, and she realized that the white gas around her was being dispersed by the same wind, visibly thinning by the seconds.

Now that the smoke was thinning, she could see the silhouette of soldiers in front of the entrance doors of the Medhall, holding huge wads of white rectangular boards twice their sizes, fanning in front of them to push the smoke away. The intensity of using a big board as a fan that fast and producing so much wind might be impossible for most people, but not for the Summit soldiers, those fans were made by their renisas. The soldiers might looked funny but they were doing a good job at it

The air resistance Pretty felt lessened as the smoke dispersed and she immediately took the chance to go nearer Simon who was in front of the soldiers, by running towards him.

Winston saw Pretty coming to them and he immediately raised his own tranquilizing gun at her. “Sorry Sir Simon but I have to do this.” he said to Simon, while opening fire with his huge tranquilizing gun towards Pretty. Compared to Pretty’s needle-like ammunition, his was as thick as an arrow.

Already prepared for people shooting at her, Pretty took a huge ballistic shield, with the summit logo of a smoking mountain, in front of her. The consecutive darts hit her shield and bounced off from it.

With her left arm holding the shield, she sprinted towards Simon’s direction. Her other hand flashed and a black pistol appeared in it. She raised her shaking hands and aimed the gun at Simon and shot a real bullet towards him.

Just as the first bullet was shot, she immediately found herself tripping on her feet towards the floor. Knockback by the gun’s recoil.

She lied there on her stomach for a second, thinking her sudden ideas were not agreeing with reality. Due to the suddenness of the moment she just picked whatever gun she could in her storage. She did not have time to contemplate that the gun she took was a Summit modified pistol with higher power output, designed for stronger arm power. Not a normal pistol that she could at least manage to use.

She also overestimated herself so much. Firstly, she was not trained with firearms as she couldn’t use it well due to her weak uncoordinated body. She was a special II personnel or Infiltration-Information Unit. Special because she could only make herself invisible, with poor combat abilities and no sense of firearm competency. She was only in charge of surveillance and information gathering. So even if she shot something that was at rest, using a gun designed for weaker people like her, there was still a 80% chance she would miss. Aiming was never her strong suit.

Seeing that she’s sprawled on the floor face first with her back unguarded, the guards aimed a shot at her with their tranquilizing guns.

Pretty rolled over ungraciously, scraping herself from the floor and hauled another shield on top of her to cover herself but a dart expertly shot at the hand holding the shield and she dropped it. Within that second, she was open for anyone to shoot.

Winston took this chance and fired another bolt-like dart, and whether it was intentional or not, it was heading towards Pretty’s face.

The events moved so suddenly and Pretty only acted instinctively. She activated her storage in desperation, but it would still take at least three seconds for her to think of a thing and transport it outside her storage. She didn’t know what she had summoned but before they could appear, the dart was already sailing towards her face.

Before it could meet her it was stopped by a hand, a few inches from her face. The hand was covered with white shimmering material made from a manifested renisas molded like gloves.

A second later, a huge flashing light, only visible to her, flashed in front of her, and a pile of various things suddenly fell in front of her after the flash. There were tables, shields, plates, some guns and even a pillow. In desperation she summoned random things to cover herself.

A bottle of shampoo rolled in front of her but she did not look at it. She was only staring at the man in front of her.

Simon just saved her.