Sneak.

While you know you are probably faster than the guards, there are four and it took you three bursts to take out the guards outside, and your gun only holds 5, so unless you are basically perfect, they might just take you out or alert people inside of the office. With this in mind you decide to move as quickly and quietly around the men through the shadows till you are able to get to the office. As you come in from the side your course of action is made a little bit easier as you find a second entrance into the inner office building. Slipping in through the door you see a short hall that opens into an office to the left ahead and a second inner door to the right leads into an unknown inner room, plus to your surprise there is also a staircase up. Not wanting to alert anyone you opt to deal with the open office room first. As you sneak past the steps and peer into the office, you see it is full of what looks like 10 cubicles, each walled by 5' high inner half walls. Knowing full well there could be people in each of them, despite the first two that you can see being empty, you vault onto a copier so you can see into each of them at the same time. Your quick thinking catches the only occupant of the room by complete surprise, a man wearing a long black leather trench coat over a simple gray t-shirt is clacking away at a rather archaic looking computer, hunched over slightly peering into a glowing monitor as you come down on him. A single powerful ax kick to the top of the head sends him sprawling onto the floor in a heap, **** before he even knew you were there.

A slight pause with your hearing at max, you hear no further movement and head back over to check the inner door. Judging by the exterior dimensions of the inner building, you know the room should be rather small, so you simply throw the door open to hopefully catch anyone inside by surprise. A quick peek later, seeing only a small break room with a microwave, fridge, and table with 4 chairs, you race up the stairs before the door even settles closed. As soon as your head crests the top of the stairs you know you have a fight ahead of you. The girl you are after is sitting, strapped onto a chair, with a ball gag in her mouth, and painful looking clamps on her nipples. Anything else being done to her is obscured by the two men that were apparently torturing her. These two, unlike the men you have encountered so far, have more squared off European features and each wear a tailored black tweed business suit. While one of them was focused on her, sadly the other looking right at you as you crest the top of the stairs. Pulling up your pistol, you send a burst into the chest of the one looking at you before either of them have time to react. Much like the guard outside, his armor stops much of the ****, and while he is clearly hurt it doesn't put him down. You squeeze off a second and third burst at him as he kicks his own burst in obviously as his movement speed rises incredibly as each fraction of a second passes. The second catches his arm and by the look on his face you can tell you hurt him, but the third completely misses. Before you can fire off a fourth he is on you and has drawn a sword that he uses in an attempt to bisect your head. Happy you chose the armored shirt you did, you are able to slap aside the blow and the combination of armor and finesse drives the blade into the railing of the stairs and a shower of sparks fills the air as the railing is chopped in two. With a twist and a powerful kick to his side, you are able to **** him to the side enough to get yourself off of the confines of the stairwell, never loosing sight of him as he lashes out, pulling the sword up effortlessly. Out of the corner of your eyes you can see the second man makes no move to close distance, he simply pulls two massive pistols from under his suit coat and levels them in your direction. With a back flip you are able to avoid yet another massive swing, and before you even land you send another two bursts into the man with the sword, one of which catches him in the leg, and while this doesn't stop him, yet while dodging the stream of ammo he catches his leg on the broken edge of the broken railing and with a cascade of noise he falls down the stairs out of sight.

It is then your turn to run as a series of massive gunshots threaten to deafen anyone in the building, making you quite thankful to have your hearing dampeners. You race as fast as you can twisting and turning around the office room using every tiny piece of furniture and shelf, as well as your speed, to make yourself as difficult a target as possible. He fires off a total of 10 huge shells into the room at you before you are able to pull up your 2x barrel shotgun and level it at him. Sadly these last two shots of his were the last in his gun and he is already darting to join his companion down the stairs as you fire off both barrels into the wall where he was standing. You can hear him reloading and you click the shotgun open to do the same when the head of the man that fell comes into view as he rises up and levels a gun of his own at you. It is a shiny silver massive semi automatic that you don't have time to analyze as you hit the floor and roll under a desk for cover, pulling your rifle as you do. You can hear both of them now coming up the stairs as you pop out quickly and let a round fly that actually catches everyone by surprise for a second as your expertly aimed rifle shot catches him square in the forehead. Yet this isn't what is so surprising. What causes everyone to stop and the second man to burst out laughing is the fact that the tiny .22 bullet simply pulps itself against his obviously armored head to absolutely no effect.

“What the fuck, did you just shoot me with a 22?” He says with a mix of surprise and humor.

“Don't laugh, it isn't just a 22, it is a 22 magnum.”

“Wow you are a fucking idiot. I think I am going to **** you, then cut you to tiny pieces while I kill you slowly.” He growls as he simply walks toward you completely ignoring the threat of your rifle, knowing full well your other guns are empty.

“Fuck you.” You say defiantly. Then it is your turn to surprise them. Racking the lever action you load a second round.

His hubris knows no bounds and as you aim at him a second time he he doesn't even attempt to dodge. The man on the stairs behind him stops laughing as his companion suddenly falls silent as the echo of the second shot still rings out, “What is it?” He asks as he takes his companion by the arm. Just as his hand comes in contact with the one in front he falls to the floor, a look of surprise and anger permanently etched on his face with a patch of blood where his right eye used to be. “What the fuck? Oh shit.” He yells as he realizes this has given you enough time to stuff two shotgun shells into your other gun as you simply let the rifle fall to your side, the sling holding it nicely and apparently the lack of action was just long enough to make his boost wear off and both barrels of shot end his protest with much less grace than his companion.

“Come on, there are 4 more outside. I am going to get you out of here.” As you first pull of the rather painful looking nipple clips you take a moment to look her over. Having seen a picture of her, you knew basically what she looked like, but you didn't realize it was total body modification like this. Other than the ball gag and cuffs all she is wearing is a pair of knee high leather boots with 6” stiletto heels and a small 1” platform, and a pair of long black also leather fingerless gloves. Unless you count jewelry consisting of a pair of 1” diameter gold nipple rings, matching ear rings, and as you remove the ball gag you see she also has a thick gold tongue stud. Her skin is actually a deep bronze almost red. As you undo the cuffs you get a good look over her entire body. She is clearly taller than you are now, probably about 5’7” and very slender. She is built like a model, with perfect c cup breasts, and her hair is short and black. To finish that perfect devil look she has a cybernetic prehensile tail with a thick forked head roughly 3” across and a pair of somewhat curved horns nearly 5” long on the top of her head.

She takes a few seconds as you set her free to wipe her mouth and massage her wrists, as she stands and looks at the two by the stairs before turning to look at you, “Thanks, but who are you?”