Twilight switched off the safety on her MP5 and pulled the trigger, sending a spray of bullets towards a squad of Cleaners. She fired a few more times, and on the next trigger pull, she heard "Click!" instead of "Bang!"

"Cover me!" She cried, dropping to one knee to reload. Then, she heard a roar of fury, and a cleaner jumped over the barrier and readied his flamethrower. Twilight drew her pistol and aimed for the head. Closing her eyes, she pulled the trigger three times. Twilight then opened her eyes a few seconds later, revealing the Cleaner falling over backwards, dead. Twilight then realized what she just did.

"I...killed…" She said to herself, zoning out of her environment.

"Agent! Eyes up!" Harper yelled, as she lay down suppressing fire. Logan noticed her shaking, shivering form and sprinted over.

"Agent? You okay?" Logan asked.

"I...killed..." Twilight said, stammering.

"Listen, Agent." Logan said, pulling her close. "I understand what you're going through. From what I've heard, you're from a place where killing isn't common. Here, it is. You need to focus on the HERE and NOW, otherwise you'll end up dead, and we don't want to have to send you home in a body bag. So, focus! If you can't, think of it this way: If you die here, what'll that show to your friends back home? You can cower like a child, or fight like a man. So will you back down, or will you fight?"

Twilight grimaced and focused her thoughts.

"He's right. If I back down, I'll die here. I need to kill...to survive and head home. I can DO THIS!" SHe said to herself.

"Agent!" Logan said. "Incoming!"

Twilight snapped herself back into reality and reloaded her MP5, though her hands were still shaking from shock. She sighed and opened fire again, shooting down a second Cleaner. Then, they heard an engine revving up, and Twilight saw a boat drive towards the dock, loaded with reinforcements.

"Heads up!" Twilight yelled as the Cleaners opened fire from their position, pinning down the Agents.

"Shit! Technicals!" Dimitri yelled, firing his M240B back at the Cleaners. "Nick! Grenades?"

"Out of range!" Nick replied, ducking behind cover.

"I got it!" Twilight yelled, charging a beam of magic. Sending the bolt towards the boat, it hit right square on the engine. As the boat exploded, the Cleaners opened fire again. One of them fired right on Harper's piece of cover, and it penetrated, hitting her in the thigh.

"Shit!" Harper yelled, clutching her leg. "I'm hit!"

"On it!" Twilight yelled, sprinting out of cover and into the line of fire. As bullets flew past her, some barely missing, her only thought was helping her fellow agent. As she slid into cover, she hastily applied healing magic.

"Thanks. Get back in there!" Harper said, opening fire again. Twilight nodded and resumed fire, taking out an additional Cleaner. Then, they heard the sound of a truck driving up. Then, a pickup truck smashed through the barricade and Cleaners began pouring out, firing bolts of flame.

"Reinforcements! ISAC! Status?" Nick yelled.

"Thermal tags show thirty additional hostiles. JTF support recommended." ISAC replied.

"Confirmed." Nick said, returning fire. "And denied."

"Nick! At this rate, we'll be overrun in no time!" Logan yelled, shooting down a Cleaner.

"Copy that! Agents! Hold your ground!" Nick replied. Then, they heard a loud shriek, and a projectile slammed into a building off the boardwalk, erupting in a large fireball.

"RPG!" Nick yelled, taking cover. Twilight heeded his advice as a second rocket slammed into a boat, causing a large explosion.

"Comrades! We're fucked if we don't take out that RPG!" Dmitri yelled.

"On it!" Twilight yelled, moving up to a secondary piece of cover. Flanking the Cleaners, she hastily moved up the stairs to the RPG nest. Taking out her pistol, she shot the RPG-manning Cleaner down, and picked up the large rocket launcher.

"Guys! RPG is down!" Twilight yelled over the comms.

"Copy that! Give em' a taste of their own medicine!" Logan replied.Twilight smiled, aimed the hefty weapon, and pulled the trigger. A rocket slammed into the dock, causing a ripple explosion that sent wood and metal shrapnel flying. Twilight sped back down the stairs, shooting down a cleaner that tried to stop her, and rejoined her squad. As the last of the Cleaners fled or died, Nick stood up and applied the safety on his ACR.

"Nice work, Agent. I have a feeling the Cleaners won't be using this place anytime soon." he said to Twilight, who smiled.

"Division squad Sierra-Kilo this is Troubadour 1-4. Need a ride?" a voice said over the comms.

"We do, Troubadour 1-4. Location is NY Boardwalk. What's your ETA?" Nick replied.

'"Five minutes!" Came the reply.

"We copy." Nick said.

"Copy confirmed, have a nice day. Troubadour 1-4 out."

"Alright squad, see what you can find." Nick said, and the squad began to poke around. Twilight looked around for a bit, then she stumbled across a duffel bag in the Cleaner's HQ. She found a worn blue jacket, and surprisingly, a new rifle. Twilight shouldered it and walked out.

"Nice find. That M16 should be a considerable upgrade to your MP5." Logan said, and Twilight nodded. Then, they heard the sound of an oncoming Helicopter. A Blackhawk landed near the dock, and a JTF squad filed out.

"Nice work, Agent. We'll take it from here." the JTF squad leader said, and Nick nodded. As the Squad boarded the Blackhawk, it took off into the darkening sky.

Author's Note

Update!

EDIT-Gave Twilight more of a conscience.