A rescue mission. Not exactly 359's style, not ever. Things had changed since she'd died, though she refused to admit it. She justified the excursion simply as an invitation to hunt and kill without consequences, one she'd be stupid to pass up. A news search had done a good job of locating where Damien must be held, though facts of the incidents were obscured, probably intentionally. She was quite sure of the building, it was in a neighborhood where she'd killed before, back when her masters had lived on the outskirts of London.
Before leaving Mordhaus, she'd grabbed her GPS phone and stopped by the main office to check in with her coworkers, who were bored and playing poker. Security staff had quadrupled since the Purifiers started showing up, though nothing had been happening at Mordhaus. She took with her a black backpack that had seen better days, and strapped a sword to her hip, a handgun to her leg on the opposite side. There were plenty of knives on her person as well.
The portkey took her a few blocks away from the suspected building, where she got her bearings and snuck through darkness towards her destination. Stealth was not exactly her strong point. She had always described herself as a sledgehammer: a blunt brutal object meant to pound away at something until it bends or breaks. Her trainees could attest to this all too well. But she'd been practicing the last few months, and her ability to quickly learn things relevant to her interests demonstrated itself by the fact that she arrived at the correct building unseen.
She looked up. There were the broken windows that Damien had spoken of. Fourth floor. Can't go in the front door. Can't climb up the walls. People on the roof, hidden snipers, people patrolling the sides of the building. Plenty of guards by the fire escape, but it looked like her only option to get up there. She dropped down in the dark and began to crawl, slowly. Four guards in this alley. She crept up behind one of them, knife in each hand. The others weren't looking at him, and she was able to slit his throat without any trouble. Her victim's gun had a silencer- how thoughtful of him, so she used it to dispatch the other three in rapid succession and took it with her. There went the entire force in the alley. But the ones inside would know she was coming, she could see the cameras and they'd be making regular radio checks besides that. She hopped up the fire escape, trying to get as far up as she could before the inevitable reactionary forces came her way...