For them, for their lives; from what they witnessed, they were heroes of death.

- AMELIA.

PROPORTINAL RESPONSE

Punching the throttle, Amelia blazed through the desolate fields of Minidoka. Hollowing wind contorted the classic suit and tie associated with government employees.

Less than a mile out from her destination, Amelia let the throttle go, gliding down the highway until she reached a comfortable speed of 40 miles per hour; the speed limit. In five minutes, she was 1000 feet from the target. From behind the polarized visor her eyes narrowed as beaming reds and blues reflected from the glass.

"Go! Go!" A commanding voice emerged from a squadron car at the front of the property. Twenty Deputy Marshalls in olive-drab uniforms rapidly approached a small two-story house at the edge of the town. Their black rifles scanned every possible ambush point, poised for the kill.

Bolting behind an armored truck, Amelia slammed her left boot into the kickstand as she threw off her helmet and opened the leather case on the rear of her motorcycle. Removing a form-fitting ballistic vest she stood behind the truck as she unstrapped the Velcro.

"Amelia! What are you doing?" Looking up momentarily and tucking her crisp golden hair behind her ear, Deputy Marshall Alex White towered over her at 6'2. He fixed his helmet which was covering his deep brown hair, and he slipped his sunglasses over his blue eyes, struggling to fit them through the helmet straps.

"I got the call last second," She groaned strapping the vest firmly around her breasts. "No one told me that this was going to happen without an FME!"

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"Well, it came from the director."

It always does, she rolled her eyes, making Alex sigh.

Peeking from around the engine block, much to Alex's dismay, Ameilia saw the breacher of the lead formation place a plastic explosive charge on the side door of the house. With a wire in his hands, the seven men stepped ten paces back.

From where she was, it was impossible to see the detonator being pulled. However, a flash fire, dust, and wooden shrapnel were showing signs of the operators' execution of the raid. As the boom of the explosion ripped across the yard, Amelia tucked her head behind the truck as the report of gunfire echoed throughout the property.

Taking her place, Alex watched as the other Marshalls outside of the property waited patiently. He began to tap his fingers on the reinforced hood.

"Mage! Mage!"

As the gunfire went silent, a single Marshall sprinted out of the property, his clothes stained in a deep crimson.

"He's a fucking mage!"

Alex's face grew red. His blood boiled as he snatched the radio on his plate carrier, "All Marshalls withdraw!" He looked from the corner of his eye, "Amelia, what magic can you use?"

"Anti."

"Well do something!" She flinched to the power of his voice.

"Right!"

Turning on her heels and running out from behind the truck, Amelia never heard Alex's shouts as she ran through the metal gate and down the dirt road leading to the house.

Collapsing onto the dead grass, the fatally wounded operator was encircled by the remaining Marshalls, with the secondary team leader grabbing him by his harness and pulling him back. "Incoming FME! Jones, Richardson, Allen, give her cover!" He ordered; the three men broke off from the rest racing to intercept Amelia.

Sweat accumulated all over her body as she rounded a corner next to the main entrance. The exact moment she reached the threshold to the side doorway, a man with stone embedded in his skin looked at her with bloodshot eyes.

His upper torso was covered in maroon blood, and chunks of his flesh were missing exposing the shoulder bones and melted muscles.

As he lifted his palms a weak groan escaped his lips.

Slamming into the man's side, Amelia used her momentum as she threw the suspect into the doorframe. His body collapsed to the ground and before he could move, she reached out her right hand.

A jolt of electricity ran through her skin. Her hand began to glow a royal purple; mist escaped her pores raining upon the man. The stones in the man's skin began to shrink and blood seeped from his wounds rendering him unconscious.

Seconds later he died. Surrounded by the men he murdered.