The rooftop's door slid open revealing an auburn haired Maltese with a black flight suit, a big deep blue colored travel sack with the Core's logo on the outside in one hand, ballistic glasses on her jacket's collar and a cherry lollipop in her mouth. In her back pocket was a nicely fit PDA that was blasting some Rheinland neu wave music on it's not too impressive speakers. The girl walked to the middle of the rooftop before carefully dropping the sack on the ground and pulling out the device from her back pocket. She shifted the lollipop from one cheek to the other while opening up some application which showed her location in 3D relative to another dot labeled as "target" that was a couple of stories down and to the left.

The redhead had no way to know if this location was still valid as it was already almost a week old or if it was valid at first to begin with. It was a bit suspicious that Enma, that was hiding in the butt crack of the universe was also sending picture of other redheads' butt crack with location attached to Eliza. Maybe she slipped up, maybe it was a trap, the young girl had no way to know until she checked it herself. With a popping sound she pulled the lollipop from her mouth and used it to point with an extended arm to the side where the apartment was supposed to be side before putting the sweet treat back in her lips and storing the PDA in her pocket again.

The blue eyed girl bent forward, unzipped the sack from one end to the other and began unpacking the inventory. First came out the XV-15C with a much shortened barrel that made it almost as compact as an SMG and a forward grip to better handle the recoil. Eliza unfolded the rifle's stock and locked it in position before raising the Ageira Technologies automatic boomstick to her eye level and flicking the Daumann reflex sight on. The green chevron sight soon lit up to it's full brightness, marking the exact location where death would be dispersed with extreme prejudice should the weapon be loaded. Next the Maltese pulled out a 50 round magazine out of the sack and slid it into the gun with a satisfying CLACK! sound once the mechanism locked and the bullet counter lit up displaying 50 on the side. Making sure it's safety is on first, the girl put the rifle's sling over her head and onto her shoulder, letting the XV-15C rest on her hip. It wasn't a refurbished Glock 34 but it would had to do.

She crouched above her inventory, this time a bit more carefully because of the rifle hanging somewhat loosely on her side and began taking out the rest of the gear. She put another 50 round mag in her right leg's satchel, hopefully the first 50 rounds would be enough for this hostage rescue slash assassination, she still wasn't exactly sure what she would do with her wife. A pair of stun grenades, courtesy of the dealer on Barrier Gate, she attached to her belt. Next came out the breach charge which was rolled up into a nice package that she could fit in her other leg's satchel. Lastly came out a long and thick black rope with a grapple hook on the end that Eliza slid across her shoulder.

With all the necessities on her Eliza made her way to the edge of the building's roof. Leaning with her hands on the protective fence she gave a wide look at the whole city. She never liked Nauru and she didn't like it any more than usual now either. If everything went smoothly hopefully she would be out of this place in no more than an hour. She pulled out the device from her back pocket again to double check the location and to mute the now unneeded distraction that it was playing. Eliza took the ballistic glasses from her collar and put them on her forehead before unzipping the flight jacket to store the electronic tool in her inner pocket, somewhere where it won't slip by accident while she's rappelling down or doing other activities of tactical nature.

Zipping back the jacket she slid the rope from her shoulder and unrolled it before securing the hook at the parapet on the roof's edge. The auburn girl gave the rappel a few nudges and pulls to make sure it's secure enough to hold her lightweight figure and the couple of kilograms of gear she was carrying. It felt secure enough so with an expression of somewhat relief she attached the rope to her belt before tossing it overboard and preparing to jump over the parapet into a decent. With one leg over the fence she stopped and looked up, mumbling a short prayer. Over the past two years she had done quite a few crazy stunts but this one was about to top many of them.

With two hands now on the rope she flipped her other leg over the edge of the building and began rappelling down quite rapidly. The rubber soles of her boot luckily gave her enough friction to halt her decent once she reached the right floor. Eliza pulled out the BC-38D directional breach charge from the satchel and unfolded it before attaching it's sticky side to the wall between her legs. Stenn had mentioned using this to open blast doors on ships and stations he had boarded and this wall hardly looked like a competitor. The girl pulled the ballistic glasses down to her eyes and pressed the button on the side, activating the augmented reality that displayed the building's interior design in a somewhat crude fashion on the right glass. A long exhale. It was showtime. Eliza grabbed the XV-15C's handgrip with one hand and flicked the safety off. Her other hand was occupied holding the breach charge's trigger mechanism. This is where her limited ground training in all 3 paramilitaries she was part of over the last year and half was about to finally pay off.

Pushing herself away from the wall as hard as she could she squeezed the trigger mechanism. The blast charge detonated with it's shielding focusing the charge in direction of the wall, creating a momentary fog of smoke, debris and whatnot. The Maltese quickly dropped the detonator and put her hand on the belt, preparing to disengage the belt from the rope as soon as she felt she's actually inside the room. Thankfully her extended and locked legs passed through the smoke without an issue, the blast charge had created an opening big enough for her to pass through. CLANK!, the belt released from the rope at her command and her boots soon made contact with the floor.

Without letting a moment pass her now free hand squeezed and pulled the stun grenade from her belt rig, leaving the pin there. Her eyes locked on the door frame straight ahead of her as she lunged the flashbang into it. With bare moments before it would detonate after it's impact the Outcast quickly grabbed the rifle with both hands for more secure grip and rushed forward and to the side of the door so that she would be at least a bit shielded from the grenade's result. BANG! What followed was the annoying ear raping sound of tinnitus that muffled whatever hearing she had left after the breach charge. Eliza stormed into the room yelling at the top of her lungs the first thing that came to mind in such a situation:

"LSF SWAT! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

What she was met with was a rather disoriented redhead wearing nothing but a black thong holding a pancake pan.