[Sushan: Target shot down.]
The Manticore hovered high above. Susan held an Achilles Tech Rifle in her hands and watched the ground.
That armored floating Pickup Truck was indeed tough. Even after crashing down out of control, it had still kept its shape intact. In theory, as long as the people inside were tough enough, it was hard to die in a crash like that.
Although she couldn't see them, she knew Arasaka Ninjas now lined both sides of the street.
Militech and Arasaka made very different choices for missions like this. Arasaka had a complete "Assembly Line Elite Training Method." These elites were trained from childhood under their Japanese-style, inhuman rules for psychological and physical torment. They were made to be utterly obedient in mind and fully capable in body.
Militech was different. It wasn't that they lacked similar programs; they simply got poor results. So, by comparison, they preferred to hire experienced veterans directly from the streets, people with a sense of contractual obligation, equip them with powerful weapons of war, and send them on high-risk, high-reward decapitation strikes.
Put it that way, and many people would apply the principle that rare things were valuable, assuming street Mercenaries had to be stronger than Arasaka Ninjas. But the truth was, the latter were simply willing to give up their names for the company and become the cogs Arasaka needed most-
No one cared what a cog thought, even if it was a glittering cog.
These cogs would become the final pieces needed to nail those Wanted Criminals in place.
The fighting outside was still going on. It was surprising that a bunch of profit-driven cowards would develop a rebellious streak, but it was obvious those "NCPD contractors" wouldn't last long. For all they knew, someone online was