Allison made her way casually up to the nearest side entrance. Their were only 2 guards station their and 2 bullets handled that situation. It took her longer to drag the bodies to the nearest sewer grate.

She cursed when a quick check of her pistol revealed that she only had about 2 or 3 shots left. She could head back and get a few more clips but that would mean potentially giving up this opportunity.

She cheked her knive sheath and made sure to keep a grip on it just in case. She had no idea what lay behind the door after all. So, carefully she pushed the door open, knife at the ready, and let out a small breath of relief when no one was on the otherside.

The stadium itself wasn't anything special. Cracks could be seen on nearly every wall and the thousands of bleechers were covered with dust and decay. Some sporadic activity could be seen on the feild, though it was just some guards loitering on the feild.

She took her time, noting down every potential exit, every guard she counted, every weapon from pistols to rifles was made part of her plan. She managed to make it all the way to the food court where she knew her target, some eavesdropping confirmed that, before eventually someone noticed her.

"Hey who are you?" A confused voice called out to her. The voice belonged to a younger looking man. Maybe 19? 18? Didn't matter, he was still old enough to die. So saying she let him get closer before slashing his throat as she walked past him.

The man slumped to the ground clutching at his bleeding throat, then she knelt down next to him and pressed up against his throat as if attempting to apply aid.

"HELP! MAN DOWN! HELP!" she screamed out faking desperation as the man gurgled and slowly died. 4 or 5 guards came attracted by her yelling.

Then they started running over asking her what had happened, and all the usual questions. She of course lied, telling them hed been shot and watched with hidden amusement as they bought her bullshit.

"Ill go... go warn the boss" she exclaimed and ran off the others not even thinking to stop her. Of course the immediate problem of savong their dying comrad likely took precedent in their minds over the panicking ally.

She smirked as she pretended to run towards the food court, once she was sure she was out of their sight, she slowed down. A quick check of [Hunters mark] confirmed that her mark was in the food court.

She begun speaking the words for Electric sight. The words were silent as [silent casting] did its job. It did use up a tier 1 spell slot, but she had at least 4 more tier 1s she could cast. She felt the xp be siphoned into the spell and saw the world turn into a plethora of electric currents.

Electric sight was a useful spell since it allowed her to view electric currents, though it did not let her detect magical energy or anything like that. Still, it was great for figuring out how many people were in a room.

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As she came closer to the food court she slowed down, letting her face fall to a more annoyed expression as she saw a man with rocky skin, his mouth had large tusks coming it out of it and he had the confident posture that told her he was probably a classer.

How the hell did that fat ass afford a Nimyer? They were one of many races that had come to earth during integration days. Although, like all the excusion invaders they had lost to the corpo alliance. Still, they were powerful and each one was born as a classer.

"What was that commotion?" The Nimyer asked as Allison walked into the food court.

"Nothing, some dumbass tripped." She shamelessly lied. The lie wouldn't even last ten minutes, which was fine since she knew their was no way she was getting out quietly. She calmly pulled out her silent pistol and put a round in his head as she passed by.

His head lolled back as the bullet lodged itself into his skull. I knew it wouldn't kill him so I fired another round into him as his body slumped into the chair. A quick glance around confirmed that the twenty or so nameless mooks hadn't noticed.

One might think at this moment that these guards were impossibly incompetent. However, nearly 90% of the population had classes even if they were not classers. In other words. The classless were the people so incompetent no one would let them join their faction.

They weren't even much of threat and likes only got payed a few xp each at best. The real defence had been the Nimyer who Allison dearly hoped was dead.

It was a very real possibility that the Nimyer was still alive allive considering it was both part of a race known for their toughness and a classer. Still he'd at least be out for a bit.... hopefully.

She made her way towards her target guided by [Hunters Mark] as she pretended to be one of the namless prepared at any moment for her ruise to be seen through. That was an unnecessary measure as she made it easily to her target.

She can feel 2 auras inside clearly from levelers since she could sense them all. A leveler wasn't as good as a classer but they were still leagues better then a classless.

She would not underestimate a leveler. She had done that once. She would never do that again. With that determination she opened up the rusted iron door and closed it behind her.

"Hey what the hell" a Nimyer in bright metal armored tried to say. She wasted time and upholstered her shotgun before firing both rounds into the warrior. His body blew back, holes in the armor showed ruined flesh and begun to leak out.

She used the few seconds of shock to firing the other barrel into the warriors head. A system notifaction notification told her she earned 50 xp from a bounty confirming the warrior had died.

A women in flowing silk garb carying two katanas charged at allisom forcing her to roll out of the way lest her throat get slashed. She had to duck another swing aimed for her head and took a kick to her stomach for her troubles.

She waited for the next slash and pivoted on her right foot letting her dodge a peirceing blow aimed for her eye, then she grabbed the blade bare handed. Wincing she cast [Electric touch].

Small bolts of energy crackled along the blade causing the womens hand to spasm. Alison took the opportunity and yankee he blade away cuasing it to cut deeper into her hand.

Blood dripped onto the dusty cracked ground but Alison ignored it as she flipped the blade so she could grip the handle and in the same motion thrust it through the Women throat before she could react.

"Fucking [sword dancers]. Allright lardass your coming with me." She turned to obese man who had soent the entire fight cowering behind his desk. Her eyes locked onto a battle of gin that the man had been presumably about to drink.

"This is mine now" and she grabbed the drink downing it one go and sighing in relief as the cut on her hand immediately scabbed over. The buzz was just a nice bonus.

She quickly reloaded her gun and qas just about to start forcing the man forward when the entire west wall collapsed as a very angry Nimyer punched strait through it. Alison noted that the guy had grown by about 5 ft.

Only one response was suitable.

"Fuck."