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A black four-wheeler sped along a large passageway, flanked on two sides by a motorcade of white police cars. Just as they shot under an overpass, four all-black armoured vans blasted straight through the steel walls above, landing onto the road with the other cars in hot pursuit.

The smaller police cars immediately began trying to push the larger vans, though their efforts were shrugged off. Within the foremost van were an organised group of people in full black tactical gear. All eyes turned to a grizzled man in the centre.

"Central cannot obtain the location of the Library. Find the data, destroy it and regroup."

"Anderson. Are you sure she's ready?"

The older man paused.

"She has to be."

The van shuddered. Swinging open the doors, those closest to the front began to jump out, gripping onto the lorry as they shuffled to the roof. The other three vans were keeping the small cars busy bullying them out of the way to the truck. 

Within the furthest ahead of the police cars sat two identical men. One held his hand to a device attached just above his ear.

"Insurgents attacking Government Transport on Line A397. Requesting reinforcement."

Through the front of his windshield they saw one of the vans steer to be directly ahead of them. They opened the door and one of the insurgents threw out a device that lashed out a long sharp-toothed wire across the road. They tried to slow down but their tires were punctured causing them to steer around into a wall.

With the cars sorted, a group of insurgents climbed onto the roof of the truck. It was still swerving, trying to throw them off.

One of the men crouched and pulled a pipe from the thermal tank strapped to his back.

A puff of smoke enveloped him. When it cleared, another man stood in his place, burner already hissing as it began to sear through the roof.

"Tunnel ahead!"

The truck was heading straight for a small tunnel as the vans were forced to fall back and follow behind. Not succumbing to the pressure, the man carefully cut a circular hole which the group then used to enter just before the truck entered the tunnel. Within the large cargo bed was a collection of men identical to the earlier police officers, who began a brawl with the entering insurgents. One woman slipped past the fight to a code-locked door, behind it was a computer drive which she connected a small device with a clamp onto. It completed some calculations on its screen before saying "EXTRACT". The lady picked up the drive and placed it in a tailored case for it. She held her hand above her ear on a similar device to what the police had.

"Data acquired!"

The others had incapacitated the guards within the hold and were now just waiting for the truck to exit the tunnel. Anderson heard the message from within his van, which was the first following the truck. The group gave a quiet celebration.  Anderson held his hand to the same device.

"Objective Complete. Gather all units and return to the Library."

As he finished the truck had finally left the tunnel allowing the insurgents to make their way back to the roof. Surrounding them, though, were four large drones  with a blue camera at their front. 

"INSURGENTS, SURRENDER AND YOU CAN BE REASSIMILATED."

Ignoring the order, Anderson's van pulled up to the left of the truck as one of the others pulled to the right and the last remaining held behind. Members jumped from the cargo bay back to their vehicles.

"RESISTANCE CHOSEN, CALCULATING INSURGENT UNITS."

Scanning over the insurgents as they were quickly pulling back to their vans, most of the insurgents were covered in blue whilst few had red covering them.

"MAJORITY CIU, NON-LETHAL REQUIRED."

The drones started shooting taser-like strikes at the group, two were hit and fell immediately but were helped within the vans by those around them. Within the van a small rocket launcher was given to Anderson, who was walking to the front of the van. Those inside it split making a clear lane between him and the back.

"Joan, you're in command. She's to take our closest seeker - no more risk is needed."

A lady going over the people making it back into the van looked up to say "Understood."

He then took a breath and charged through the van as the back doors were opened.

A puff of black smoke, interrupted by a grapple attaching to the back roof of the van, pulled up by the tension revealed a young woman holding the same launcher staring up close to the drone above them.

"Sup."

Seeing her red outline the blue camera switched to red as it charged to shoot something, but she shot the rocket before it could finish, causing it to explode as she landed on the roof of the van