A heavy caliber rifle. (Requires Rifle)

As your mechanical hand makes contact with the bullpup grip of your rifle your neural link interfaces with the weapon, displaying ammunition counters, heat status, and targeting assists in your vision. You swing the weapon out, bringing it up in front of you one handed while bursting through the door at high speed.

You analyze the tactical situation in an instant, the world moving in incredibly slow motion.

Half dozen guards. Two of them in heavy armor with rifles, definitely pistol proof. Other four have bodyvests and handguns. Two hoverbots with electroshock weapons overhead. Eight hostiles total. Priority threat drones; Those shock guns'll shut down my systems in an instant. Armored guys'll might have AP, can't risk a hit until I've seen a bullet impact. Pistols guys are basically noncoms; that caliber won't penetrate unless they land an eye sho-

Your thoughts come crashing to a halt when you see the men in armor responding to your presence in almost real time. You convert your movement into a dive and throw yourself behind the bar as twin bursts of automatic fire fill the air you were just standing in.

Reprioritize. Armor guys are reflex enhanced. Maximum threat.

Landing from the dive with a hand outstretched, you roll to your feet with the momentum, firing the rifle one handed in the general direction of the armored men. In the process, you sweep the barrel over a drone and two of the unarmored guards, bringing them down while they're still trying to comprehend your presence in the room. You watch as the aim of the enhanced guards tracks towards you with mechanical precision.

Target enhancements too. This is bad.

You keep up your movement, bringing your rifle to bare before they can. A burst of automatic fire strikes the two of them center mass, causing them to stagger backwards and duck sideways into cover. One looses a burst before you can get back into cover yourself, that peppers the bar before you with shots. Shots that don't penetrate.

No armor piercing. Gotta do this up close Zoe.

Vaulting over the bar, you give yourself a burst of speed by pushing off its surface. There's an unarmored guard between you and the enhanced men, firing wildly at where you were a moment ago. You strike him in the chest as you move, sending him flying backwards into a table that shatters into splinters. An instant later, you feel a burst of pistol fire plink off your right shoulder.

Glancing out of the corner of your eye at the source, you see the last unarmored guard with the drone over his shoulder. It almost has a shot.

You twist and throw yourself down again, firing a wild burst in their direction while an electrical blast washes past you, filling your vision with a pulse of static. Without any augmentation of their own, they have no way of avoiding even this badly aimed burst. Your gun clicks dry. No time to reload.

Landing on your shoulder with a crash, you look up to see the armored men on either side of you, aiming rifles down at you, fingers tightening on the triggers.

The delay between trigger pull and firing is all you need. In an instant you kip-up to your feet, high kicking a rifle out of the hands of one of the men and using your momentum to spin yourself around and plant a full power punch into the gut of the second one. He staggers backwards, the armor of his chestplate dented. Without warning, the rifleless soldier wraps his arms around you, trying to crush you with his augmented strength. You strike backwards with both elbows and headbutt backwards, breaking his visor.

Using his lapse in concentration from pain to your advantage, you pirouette in his grasp and ram a hand in a straight palm grip into the gap between his gorget and helmet. Your hand meets artificially toughened flesh through the kevlar fabric of his armor, and he drops to the ground.

You step to the side, rotating around an incoming strike from the man behind you. With all the power he put into the blow suddenly having nowhere to go, he stumbles forwards, off balance for an instant. It's all the opening you need to drive a powerful kick into his rear armor, breaking through plate and shattering bone in a single strike.

Briefly, you pause to catch your breath. You consider taking the armor off one of the dead men. But there's no time to stop, and wouldn't fit, anyway. You have no idea how many more people this town had to send after you. Reloading your rifle, you press onwards and emerge into the streets of Junkton.