The following day after my report, Claymore called off the mission. I tried to get some info out of him about why, but I was shut down. Now It’s three weeks later and we have a new task, It’s to destroy the local mall. Our goal is to fight the Guardians. After a bit of time we will be called back and it will be end of the job. That is all he told us, I don’t really understand what his goal is. I just know that ignorance is bliss and will leave it alone.


    As we go in, Jet and I go to the food court and start rampaging. As I dump the hot nacho cheese sauce from the mexican stall in the food court area, Jet smashes the chairs and the tables. I am momentarily stunned by what I see, she first starts by smashing the chairs on the tables and they would explode. Then she throws up a chair and uses a table as a bat and sends it to the sports store shattering the windows. As this goes on, the civilians are running in terror. Regaining focus, I looted the cash register and then disconnected it and placing it behind a pillar. Then I went to the sandwich shop, dumped the condiments onto the food court area, and looted the cash register placing it behind a large potted plant.


    After Jet finished demolishing the tables and chairs, she asked me, “What should we do now?”


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    “How about we line our packets, it’s not like we don’t have the time.” I responded.


    “I would rather do something productive.”


    “There is a sports store right there, you could find a good weapon there.”


    “Fine, what will you do?”


    “Loot.”


    We then went to the sports store Jet went to the baseball isle, while I hit up the cash registers. As I was working on my third cash register, I found a cashier hiding under the counter. She is hugging her knees, with a face full of tears and mucus. I, being the kind person that I am, picked her up and tossed her out of the mall entrance and returned to the cash register.


    I almost finished raiding the last register when the Guardians finally appeared.


    “Are you ready?” I asked Jet.


    “Yep.” She replied as she held brass knuckles with a discount label on them.


    Damn, this could get vicious.