Re: Facility, Codename: Last Resort
Melissa stops when the three Fallen land in front of her, face down. She looks at 366, and nods, then steps forward, pulling her combat knife from her storage disc. She kneels at the first creature's shoulder and drives the knife into the back of its neck. It lets out a gurgle and thrashes until Melissa gives the blade a tug and severs its spinal cord. With her other hand, she points the shotgun at another of the Fallen.
This one had managed to push itself off the ground halfway, which made aiming for the vital organs easy. Fallen armor was tough, but the point blank shotgun blast caused it to shatter and cave in, sending both pellets and shrapnel into the creature's chest. It shuddered, and fell back down without a sound.
The last Fallen was vainly struggling with 366, the operative having restrained it while it telepathically experienced it's comrades deaths. Melissa stepped forward and knelt in front of it, placing her shotgun on the ground. The creature snapped its vicious jaws at her, but Melissa calmly looked at it, before saying, "I told you we'd have some fun," before grabbing the back of it's head with her left hand and ramming the knife into its mouth with her right. The warrior's body shook violently as the blade pierced through its skull and into its brain, then stopped a moment later.
Melissa put her knife away, grabbed her shotgun and stood back up. As she reloaded it, she said to 366, "That worked out pretty well." She knew the operative wasn't much for conversation, and what could you really say after what had just happened, but she felt the need to say something. Raising a bloodstained hand to her ear, Melissa clicked on the radio and said, "Adria, the Fallen outside the bridge have been taken care of." She looked at 366, then leaned against the wall and sighed.