Bitemarks 5.3

Can you smell the end approaching? :)

Bitemarks 5.3

As she ran Skarletta stuffed one pistol into her waistband so as to free up her right hand. She could fire just as well with her left. It was a squat, rectangular construction and like most airport terminals was designed with large amounts of glass in place of walls. Even at this time of night she could see it was bustling. This was going to be fun.
She brought up the pistol and fired two shots at the glass and then threw herself at it. It shattered under the impact, weakened by her bullet placement and Skarletta crashed though into the terminal itself. As she'd expected the congregated public instantly resorted to panic at her arrival rapidly turning the scene into one of pure chaos. She barged her way through screaming members of the public to the nearest desk and grabbed the woman behind by the throat. She forced the Thrall upon her.
"Mechanic." Skarletta growled. "Where?"
The woman pointed, choking under Skarletta's grip.
"That way. Fourth door on the right."
Skarletta dropped the woman and fired off a shot from the gun at an overly brave security guard that had caught her eye then took off the way she'd been directed. She counted the doors. One, two, three, four! She kicked it clean off its hinges. Inside, oblivious to the chaos, were various workers relaxing. One was wearing blue overalls and grubby enough to be what she sought. She placed him in the Thrall.
"I need tools." she told him. "Blowtorch, soldering iron, screwdrivers."
He offered no resistance, trapped as he was under her mental control. Skarletta let him lead her out of the room and off through the terminal. Most of the general public had begun fleeing in one mass exodus out of the terminal and here and there what remained of the terminal's security took up defensive positions, keeping her in their sights. They were using radios and Skarletta guessed they were calling in local authorities. Good. That was the plan.
She let her captive mechanic lead her to an equipment locker. Satisfied it held everything she wanted she fed on the unlucky mechanic and then stuffed a bunch of equipment into a handy toolbag. She should just have time to make it back to where she left the computer towers...

A few of the security officers opened fire on her as she made her way back through the terminal to the smashed window. She ignored them, using the last three shots from her gun to panic them enough that they took cover. She took a few bullets but the fresh blood from the mechanic was enough to keep her going, full speed, back through the terminal window and back to the IADS control centre. The sound of approaching sirens could be heard as she squatted inside the doorway of the building. She used some of the wires to tie the PC towers together. The timing on this was going to have to be smooth. She took the radio she'd picked up earlier and activated it.
"Radar hub two!" she shouted into it and then slung her towers onto her back and sprinted for radar hub one. Stupid humans. She ran, knowing they'd almost all head for radar hub two. As the other radar hub came into view she saw that they hadn't put all their eggs into one basket after all. Two police officers, both with high powered rifles were watching this hub just in case. They noticed her just after she noticed them but it would already be too late. She'd slid her package of pc towers from her back and with all her strength tossed it high into the air ahead of her. She pulled the second gun from her waistband as the two officers knelt and opened fire. As the assault weapons' bullets struck her torso she fired two shots at one officer and two at the second. Her aim was flawless and the automatic fire stopped. Without breaking stride she jumped, catching the falling package in both arms and landing on her knees, cradling the delicate equipment. She regained her footing and checked the two officers. Both were dead from shots to the head. Satisfied, she kicked in the door to radar hub one and deposited her package and equipment inside. She took one assault rifle from one officer and tossed that through the door two. Then she took the remaining one, squatted in the doorway and pulled out the radio again.
"Radar hub one!" she yelled. Then she brought up the rifle, stared down its sights and waited.
Humans had a curious tactic of escalation faced with such problems, she noted. Security called first for the police. And when she killed those they'd bring in light military. And after that, the heavy guns. But with each escalation they'd grow more cautious. Once she took out this police unit it would be a while before the military assaulted the bunker, long enough for her to get to work.