Liuxings eyes blasted open. She knew what she needed to do. Her hands flew to her YIFAMR (Yangtze International Fully Automatic Military Rifle. Also known as AMR or Yifa.) rifle chambered in 8.29 Ming cartridge. She knew it wasn't loaded and chambered from her preparations the previous night. She grabbed two 40 round, efficient, curved magazines from the safehouse stockpile. Two extra eight round pistol magazines were already on her waist. This didn't include the one used as a stabilizer on the barrel of her pistol, or the one loaded. These magazines were modded really long to fit eight 12 mm rounds in one magazine. The CV19 called so because of it's barrel length, 19 in. (It was made in Czevoslupakia, hence inches.) Also, Liuxing only tolerated numbers one, seven, and zero. She hated three, five, six, and loved two, four, eight, and nine. She was really picky about numbers even if it put her life on the line. But for this situation, this was plenty of ammunition. Without telling her fellow comrades, she exited the safe "house", as it was actually a medium sized apartment. Almost none of Liuxing's tanned skin was showing, as it was unsafe to not do so. Her fatigues were hot this time of year, especially with an undershirt and body armor on underneath. She was wearing wool socks and standard issue military boots. Her Mamasha special forces helmet covered the entirety of her face with it's thick plate of really buff glass rimmed with 2 cm of titanium. The rest of the heavy helmet was 15 mm of titanium with a special memory foam mesh on the inside to prevent blunt force trauma to the head. The sun had bleached Hun's hair a perfect looking white, and her hair was thick and healthy despite it. For some reason, she let it grow to her waist despite the safety issues. This wasn't hand or blade to hand or blade combat, and Hun knew it to be impossible to grapple her. She prayed it would be a good day at work. Driving to the secluded military airport wasn't an issue in her white Guido Ambassador Vehicle. It especially wasn't hard with the tinted windows. She wasn't even driving, an agent with the GICS (Guido Intelligence Collection Service) was. As she boarded the plane to central Engle, (private of course, and in a military runway) Funded by her home country Guido. You see, ever since the collapse of the Fen church, Sqine and Guido have secretly planning on a holy war against their common enemy, the Engle, because of their belief in Güso. But actually following through on this on a national scale would be trouble. And that's where Liuxing comes in. She operates as a Guidon terrorist that pretends to be of a very specific province of the UCLA. She is based in Swiss Madame, as it is in a spot that can fly all of the places that are potential targets. All her gear was obtained from the black market just outside the border of Swiss Madame. You can find anything there, including ammunition for a railway gun. Liuxing pondered these things on the way to the Nationwide Bank of Engle. She was alone on the plane as a passenger and a pilot. Soon she neared her destination. This is gonna be the fun part. Liuxing aimed the nose of the plane at a nearby farm field and donned a parachute. She quite literally kicked the door of the side of the plane out. That would have popped her eardrums if she were at a higher altitude. After a deep relaxing breath, Liuxing threw herself out of the plane.