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This is bad.

Sophia Bruna Santos de Silva on the warpath is a very, very, very bad thing for anyone in her blast radius. There is no rationality left in her. Only a thirst for death, havoc, vengeance, and blood.

As tempting as it is to sit here and watch the fireworks, I cannot do that. I love Sophia, and so, I must go.

But I don't like this.

At fucking all.

As it is, I'm nearly too late. By the time I toss some cash on the table for the meal we just finished and head for the car, she's already donned her vest, filled her pockets with magazines and grenades, and is marching with singular, determined focus in a beeline for the trucking lot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Hurrying, now, I shrug into my own vest, clip my MP5 to the vest, add some mags and flashbangs—since it seems she's got us covered on the grenade territory—and jog after her.

CRACKCRACKCRACK!

She's in the lot, MP5 to her shoulder, peppering the windshield of a sedan as it enters the lot after her.

Red paints the interior, and the car lurches to a halt for a split second, and then the horn blares and the car bolts forward in an arc as the dead driver slumps forward against the wheel, foot burying the pedal. It smashes into a parked trailer in a shattering of glass, wedging beneath the trailer; if any of the occupants survived her shots, they're dead now.

There's shouting from inside the warehouse, an overlapping chorus of voices all yelling competing orders.

She's kicked the hornet's nest, it would seem.

I charge the MP5, reposition the spare mags for easier access, check my sidearm's positioning, and follow Sophia toward the warehouse.

There's no strategy to her attack. She marches up the rickety wooden steps leading to the loading platform, the shadows of the platform all but swallowing her trim, black-clad figure. I jog after her, but I’m a good twenty yards behind her.

She kicks in the door and fires a burst into the opening. There's a scream, and a barrage of gunfire, but as far as I can see, none of it comes even close to her.

She vanishes into the warehouse, then, and that's when all hell breaks loose.