OUTBREAK: ZERO is a semi post-apocalyptic pandemic roleplay set in the fictional city of Lethford, USA. Current season: Winter, 20/21.
March 2020. The world is in pandemonium as one month ago, GHNv-20 was confirmed, five months after the beginning of norovirus season. The number of the infected are in the higher hundred thousands, and the death toll is at an estimated 250,000, with about seventy percent of the rest of the population experiencing mild to moderate illnesses connected to the S. pyogenes bacteria.
The fear of the unknown has caused mass hysteria and panic.
In an attempt to provide a semblance of safety and control, military personnel patrol the streets, even here in Lethford City, and the police force is trying to keep up with the rising street violence, assault, and theft.
Welcome to OUTBREAK: zero. Will you survive?
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outbreak
/ˈaʊtbreɪk/ zero /ˈzɪərəʊ/
a sudden occurrence of something unwelcome, such as war or disease. number, no quantity or number; nought; the figure 0.
She closed her eyes tightly as felt her temper slowly creeping into play at the situation, she had always worn her passion on her sleeves when she was younger but it was quickly controlled thanks to not only her time in the Marines but it was tempered even more thanks to the training that the CIA provided her.
"Look, I get that you boys are doing your jobs but we.." She motioned to the other lady with her that had the unfortunate luck to be stuck out in the cold along with her dumb ass. "We can just leave. Hell, just escort us out of here but I'm freezing my 34D tits off out here and would like to get out of the cold and someplace warm.
This, apparently, was perhaps one of the worst things that she could have said because both the guards looked at each other then back at the both of the ladies and they agreed that it was far too cold to be outside so the guards walked over them both and instructed then to both to turn around and place their hands behind behind their back and that they would be escorted to the holding area until they can get ahold of base command.
"Oh what the FUCK?! Are you serious right now?" She complained but complied as she turned around and placed her hands behind her back, one of the guards moving forward to grab an arm and place her in handcuffs and escort her to the holding cells. She had to fight the instinct and the training to not resist.
Well…on the plus side, they would be out of the cold now.
Shit, piss, ass and every other off colored word that she could think of came flooding into her mind as she stood there at gunpoint as the stinging, biting and blowing snow of the blizzard that rolled into the area slapped at the outer layer of her winter gear. The gear helped but she could still feel the cold seeking and clawing at any exposed flesh that it could find and she hated every moment of it.
She kept her hands behind her head like the good girl she was and dared not to move a muscle while she was getting screamed at by the guards who didn’t know her and with no way to prove who she was since the hellish winter winds rolled in and ripped away her base access credentials AND to top it off, for one reason or the other she didn’t bring her CIA credentials with her, those were safely locked up in her gun safe at her home. Maybe she should take a page from American Express and never leave home without it.
This was much worse than her run in with that local Kane cop after she hit the off switch of a bunch of people she had been tasked to kill in the QZ. At least Kane wasn't a trigger happy grunt that would use lethal force as an option, oh and she had her kit then so she could take a few in the chest and still be fine. Not so much in this scenario, all she had on was her thick winter jacket, a pair of winter pants and her boots.
"I can assure you that this is all just a giant fuck up. Call the base commander, I just met with him like an hour ago." She had to raise her voice so the guards could hear her over the howling wind. It earned her a quick "shut the fuck up" before the same guard started squawking into his radio, mostly likely calling for assistance and there was no way that she would be able to get out of this, not yet at least.
Alright, let's go over this. You don't have any proof that you can be here. The base commander is gone for the weekend. You're standing in the middle of a blizzard with a couple of guards pointing M4 rifles at you and a woman you don't know. You don't have any weapons or armor You are screwed
First step would be to get out of the cold. She hated the cold. "But seriously, it's below freezing in the middle of a blizzard. Can we do this inside?" The same hot head threatened to 'blow her away' if she moved a muscle and she instantly felt pure anger in the pit of her soul screaming to be unleashed. Fucking wet-behind-the-ears Privates.
Guess they were waiting for whoever they called to show up….
She watched as he looked her over, sizing her up to see what all about. She watched his eyes flitter about from her vest to the weapon she had on her. She was acutely aware that she did not look like any normal person would. She could almost hear his thoughts when he eyes her weapon. ”Don’t worry. I’m not a threat to you, this is for my own defense while I’m in the quarantine zone.” Her voice was soft, steady and reassuring.
Angela stood by as she watched the officer pat the guy down, pull out his wallet and check for his information. ”No, I get that. I was just looking around. Seeing what is where. I’m sorta new in town.” She spoke back, her voice still muffled from the full face mask that she was still wearing.
Yeah, she was flirting but that was her nature. She could be more blunt about it but that would take all the fun out of it anyway, she enjoyed the ‘chase’ so to speak. She didn’t press it anymore at that point since he either wasn’t getting the hints or was actively ignoring them and it wasn’t any fun at that point.
She nodded a slightly at the officer when he mentioned that she would need to follow him so he could identify her, his voice leaving it very clear that she didn’t have much of a choice. He also left a very clear message with no room for interpretation of what would happen if he did catch her in the area again. Let’s see if he feels any different after they get back to his cruiser and she hands over her Federal Credentials.
”No, I don’t think that will be a problem at all.” She smiled a bit, but only to herself since she still had her full face mask on. She watched as he gave the man a slight push to start moving and when they started walking, she took up a position on the opposite side of the man, just in case the guy managed to break free and make a run for it as he struggled and moaned some non-sense. It made her think that this local cop was much more gentle than she was in this situation. ”So uh...what exactly did this guy do to warrant a police response?” She figured she would try to break the awkward silence as she followed the local office.
Well, that was the end of their little run in and boy what a fun time it was indeed. She took out a few people, got arrested then got rescued by Big Brother in her time of need. The satisfaction she would have received from having him undo her handcuffs had been robbed from her when he stated that he does not carry the cuff keys on him. ”Well then, that isn't fun at all.” She playfully pouted as she bent over to reach into the seam of her right boot and produced a very slim and flat metal shim and slipped it between the ratchet and teeth of the cuff as they fell off her wrist in only the blink of an eye, hitting the floor of the van with a metallic thud that echoed within the interior of the vehicle.
Yup, she could have escaped at anytime but chose not too.
As to not be rude, she scooped up the handcuffs and closed them again so they would fit in a standard belt carrier and presented them back to Kane. ”Well...I would be lying if I said this was the best time I’ve had in awhile but maybe next time we can get diner first before we break out the hand cuffs"
Once he took the cuffs from her, she stepped away from Kane, giving him a sly wink in the process, turned on her heels and then hopped down from the rear of the van and made her way to the other officer that was holding her gear, she gathered it up before walking towards one of the black SUVs, only to stop and turn around when Kane wished her a good day. ”Thanks, you too Cowboy, Stay safe out there.” With that she climbed into one of the SUVs, the door shutting with a thud and they all drove off, the emergency lights switching off.
Her exit was much less exciting then her entrance.
Ok, yeah, this operation was a little sloppy. She had to move the time table up a full 9 hours because for whatever reason, her target decided to start moving when he wasn't supposed to. She would have much rather had done this whole thing while it was night. She could have used her stealth and training to a much better advantage then having to act like some female version of Rambo just gunning everything down in her path, which did have it's merits when time called, but this wasn't one of those times.
Plus, and let's be honest, sneaking around the dark and slipping from shadow to shadow had a way of making you feel like a badass.
”Awwww that is kinda hurtful Cowboy” She cooed at him as playfully winked. ”And here I thought we were getting along but being alive is good, lucky it was you that came across me and that you are such a boy scout when it comes to your job.” A small pause let a grin tug at the right corner of her lips. ”And it doesn’t help that you’re kinda cute.”
”I think we had this discussion already so I’m not sure why we keep going back to this topic but again, you’re looking at everything as black and white and it’s not that simple. It never is and will ever be that simple, you can look at the 1st and 2nd Amendment as an example. You can’t yell fire in a crowded theater and politicians are constantly trying to ban guns. What makes you think that the 6th would apply equally as well? Just because bit sounds nice? Just some food for thought.” When she heard the commotion outside she gave a genuine smile that time and answered the question for him. ”I think that’s my ride actually”
When the doors opened and Kane pointed the weapon at the two men, neither one of them reacted more than what was necessary. They were almost the exact opposite of how Angela was acting, both of them stoic, almost robotic in a tire but oozed with professionalism that almost seemed manufactured to perfect. It was almost sickening.
When she peered over to Kane to see what his response would be,she could see the anger on his face, he wasn't doing much to hide his contempt of the situation at all. Oof, poor guy but she was sure he would do what he was told, being the good cop he was. She couldn't imagine him going against the Federal Government and them pulling rank.
Angela took a few moments to debate if she wanted to keep messing with him but ultimately decided against it. It had to be hard enough to catch a big fish only to have the Federal government swoop in and sweep that away what you thought was a sure fire arrest. She could also imagine that what just happened fucked with his world view a little bit that she had the backing of Uncle Sam to do what she was doing on US soil.
It was with a gentle voice, much more calm and level headed than before that she extended her cuffed wrists to Kane and spoke. "Officer Kane, if you wouldn't mind uncuffing me and letting me know where my personal effects are so I can gather them and we can part ways". She redid try letting him down gently.
She gave a slight nod at the mention of the forensics team. ”Well, I don’t want to make this TOO difficult for them so make sure you send them east about 200 yard into the forest and they will find 3 more bodies and some bullet casing from my rifle.” It was spoken in the most casual way. She was read her rights by this officer Bermudez and when asked if she understood she nodded and replied with a simple yes before she was escorted to the modern day paddy wagon
Angela allowed herself to be escorted into the back of the armored van that they had brought for her. ”Wow, we are going in style huh?” She playfully mocked as she stepped inside the van and sat down on one of the benches, smiling as Officer Shelby climbed in with her. ”Well hey there Cowboy. Glad you could join me. How’s your day going so far? Pretty good?” She shrugged a little bit, the chains of the handcuffs on her wrist rattling slightly at the movement. ”Eh. Story isn’t changing at all. What is it Collin Raye said? Oh yeah. ‘That’s my Story and I’m stickin’ to it’.” The sound of the van's engine filled the air as the van lurched forward slightly then pulled into a steady drive.
She smiled a bit more as moved her shackled hands up to her head so she could tuck some stray hair away from her face and behind the ears. ”Well the trick is to not use Staples, Kinkos has much better quality. Oh and make sure that you use a good quality DSLR camera for the picture. That helps a lot.” She leaned back against the wall of the van as she spoke, she didn't seem overly worried, or worried at all that she was in the back of a police van and handcuffed.
They sat in silence for a little while, as the sound of the vehicle's exhaust droning in the back of the van. She leaned forward sightly, placing her elbows in her knees as she looked at him. "Look, I know you don't agree with my methods but I'm a patriot. Everything I do, no matter how cruel or vicious, it's for my country."
It wasn't more than a moment later that the van lurched forward with the squeal of the brakes bringing the heavy vehicle to a stop. There was chatter outside from the sound of voices, only a few seconds later the rear doors of the van opened up and there stood a couple of men in black suits at the door. They were painfully Government and so cliche with the black suits and ties, there was even a black SUV with tinted windows that had the cherries and berries flashing.
"Valkyrie. Getting into trouble again I see.". The taller man on the right spoke in a gravelly voice. The other, shorter but clearly more muscled man looked over at Kane. "Thank you Officer Shelby for your dedication to protecting the public but we can take it from here." He reached into the pocket jacket of his jacket and handed him his Federal credentials, they were MUCH more official looking than the one Angela had provided to him.
Another simple shrug of her shoulders when he commented on her fingers being crossed. That was sorta insulting and it showed by the small frown that spread across her lips for only a fraction of a second, it was fast enough that if you blinked at all it would have been missed. "No actually, I didn't. I take my oath very serious I'll have you know. I'm sworn to protect my country." Her entire expression changed, no longer did she have a playful, almost flirty personality a few moments ago. Her body straighted from the relaxed position, her face became like stone and her voice was chillingly stoic. She locked eyes with him and didn't blink once. "Sometimes that requires more stick than carrot Officer Shelby." She didn't call him Cowboy this time around, she was very serious about her belief in what she was doing.
She was good, make no mistakes about it. Had then be any other place other then the US, she would have done exactly what Kane would have done in her situation, eliminate the threat and vanish without a trace. Like a ghost in the night that becomes the horror stories that are told around a campfire. This situation was different however, she was operating on US soil now and couldn't treat EVERYONE as a potential hostile. Add that to the fact that this guy was a cop, if she had subdued him, it likely would have resulted in either of them, or both of them, getting injured and besides, attacking a local cop is a hell of a good way to get yourself on every single radar of every single law enforcement individual in the city. This, despite all the drama, was actually easier and safer for everyone involved.
She broke eye contact with him to look crane her neck so she could take a peek behind her at the sound of several patrol cars pulling up. 4 cars, 2 officers each. 8 total. All trained and with weapons drawn and all of them screaming at her different orders at different times, it was the type of chaos that didn't affect her at all. She looked back towards him as he holstered his weapon and talked of assisting her. It made her smile a little bit to be honest, she's heard that one before. "No no, I'll comply. You got me this time Cowboy."
She did exactly what was demanded of her. She slowly knelt down, not wanting one of these trigger happy yahoos behind her to panic and shoot their load prematurely. She placed her hands behind her head and waited for him to come over and cuff her. "Make sure you take my sidearm as well, don't want to make this sloppy right Cowboy?" She nodded her head down slightly at her right leg that has a FN Five-seven in a drop holster. It was loaded with SS190 rounds that where known to be able to defeat softcore body armor, like the type most non-SWAT police wear.
All she did was shrug with her hands still on her head at his attempt at humor when he mentioned her gear. ”These things? I couldn’t find anything to wear on for my date and this was all I had left but if you don’t, I’m getting a little hot under the mask so I am going to take it off. I’d consider it a personal favor if you didn’t shoot me alright?” She didn’t even wait for him to respond before she started removing her mask, they were out in the open anyway and the dead guy wasn’t going to be shedding any virus,, not now that he had his off switch pressed.
Her mask was gently tossed next to her rifle on the ground, she didn’t want to mess up the seals on it for later. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the bite of coming winter air. It would be a lie to say that this woman wasn’t attractive in any sense and on any other day it would be possible to see her with a modeling job if she wasn’t running around helping people check out early.
”You really shouldn’t be.” She knew it wasn’t true, his statement about shaking in his boots but whatever, she decided to play along. ”We are on the same side after all. I don’t have any ill will do towards you. Shit, after this is over I might buy you a beer.” She gave a sweet smile that didn’t align with what she was capable of and yeah, Angela did have the brash and boisterous personality but she did earn the right to have one as well, CIA SAC training some of if not the best in the world and she paid for it for that training with blood, sweat and her body of 18 months of hell. The stuff that she could do, what she was capable of, was the stuff wet dreams came from.
”Yeah, that’s exactly why I am here, as for the free pass. Yes and no.” She tilted her from side to side on the yes and no portion of her sentence. ”I can’t run around just hitting the off switch of random people I don’t like but during an assignment it’s more of a ‘at your discretion’ situation.” She talked about this as if they were old friends catching up over a cup of coffee and a bagel. ”Yeah, yeah. It does sound kinda crazy when said out loud doesn’t it. heh” She chuckled a bit, she never thought of that before, of course, this whole situation is new. She normally operated OUTSIDE the US and didn’t have to make nice with local PD’s in order to keep stay on her assignment. Oh well, first time for everything right? ”Weeeeeelll….” The woman nodded with her head towards the dead man on the wall. ”He found out quickly I was at least HIS executioner and it’s not really what I THINK my credentials ay, it's more they allow me to do.”
She just rolled her eyes as watched he dug into his pocket, dial a series of numbers then press call, she listened to him call for backup to their position. "A bit over the top don't you think Cowboy?" She smiled sweetly at him but ignored his commands. "Mmmmmmm….No I don't I will, I'm not going to make any moves so feel free to keep your gun pointed at me but I'm going to wait until everyone else gets here. You should also call your Sergeant or LT as well so they can verify my credentials.". She gave a nonchalant shrug to the whole situation, this was hardly the worst thing that has happened to her.
Another heavy sigh escaped her lips as she stood there, held at gunpoint by some local cop that was looking to play hero. She was trying so hard to play nice with the local PD but his snide comment about being the President's mistress actually made her laugh out loud. "Now what in the fuck would the President's side bitch be doing out in the pandemic putting down roving gangs of rapists and murderers? More to the point, do I look like some piece of ass?
Cowboy then tried to reassert his dominance in the situation with the threat of having a bad day. "Relax Cowboy, you're getting twitchy and you're aiming at my neck. I'm starting to take offense here.” What, you didn’t think she would notice that? Truth is, your punching above your weight class". She looked him over a few times with her eyes but never moved her head or body. "At least in jurisdiction. What are you? 170? 180? Maybe 5'11? Might give me a good run if it came down to it but I think I could take you"
She almost started laughing again ”Oh you sweet summer child child, thinking that our Government wouldn’t target their own civilians to maintain control. The amount of shady shit that our own Government does is outstanding. We spy, lie, cheat and steal to everyday citizens to stay in power, you think authorizing the murder of a local scum isn’t below the belt for them.”
She almost did a double take when he started talking about amendments. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from this guy, of all people "I don't expect you to believe anything I tell you about why you have the Feds poking around in your own backyard, frankly I don't give a shit either. I do what I'm tasked to do but I'll be damned if you're going to lecturing me about the Constitution, not when the local cops and military are acting like a bunch of door kickers back in Afgan going after Haji." She felt her jaw clenching but quickly loosened it, she really didn't want this to escalate to the point of them having a shootout in the middle of the park.
There was a pause as she weighed her options on what her next best course of action would be.
She could make a move to get out of the way of the barrel since human reaction was based mostly on sight and by the time he would have been able to pull the trigger, she would have been clear of the round. It would most likely work, a neck was a small target to hit and was almost impossible to hit on a moving target with such accuracy, that's why training dictated aiming center mass, bigger target area. There was still that chance that she could get shot however and given the state of well... everything...she didn't want to go to the hospital.
"Look, this isn't getting us anywhere fast and I have shit to do, missions to complete. So I am going to give you what you want but just this once. I am going to move slowly, remove my weapon and toss you my credentials." She did just that, it was with slow and steady movements that she unslung the Vector SBR and tossed it only a foot away from her, the weapon hitting the ground with a soft thud. Her next move was to SLOWLY reach behind her plate carrier and pulled out a sealed, black identity card holder and tossed it towards him.
” There. Go ahead, check them and you will see exactly how much out of your depth you are.” It was a very matter of fact statement, there was certain smugness in that whole statement.
Well ain’t this about a bitch? It wasn’t often that someone was able to get a drop on her. She wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, her recon had only accounted for the ambush that she had planned out.
What is it they say about plans?
The males voice started issuing commands to drop her weapon and kick it then get on the ground or else she would end up like the scum she just dealt with. She had a few options on what she could do at this point, he was behind her, and by the way that his voice carried, she was guessing that he would be directly behind her too, most likely with a gun pointing right at her. The commands sounded like a local cop as well which means he was on her center mass if followed his training, which was protected by the plate armor. Local cops generally used 9mm or .45 ACP and her armor could take those hits all day and not flinch. The same wasn’t true for her ribs however, even with the armor and trauma plates. Getting shot really sucked, like REEAAALLY sucks.
With this path, it would allow her to bring her own weapon to bear down on him and force a stand off, but cops don’t like stand-offs and honestly, she wasn’t a fan of them either.
The other route was to comply with what he said and explain what exactly was happening, she even had a nifty number that she could call that he would be able to verify what she was saying. It would blow her cover for sure but it would be her get out free jail card and MAYBE provide a source of intel for her in the future about gang activities
Option 2 it was.
”Easy there Cowboy, I can’t do that.” Her voice was soft and non-threatening, she didn’t want to increase the tensions anymore then they needed to be. There was a dead body that she caused leaning on the wall after all and she was sure that didn’t look good in any sense. She raised her arms and interlocked her fingers on the back of her head but didn’t toss down her weapon. ”I am going to turn around very slowly so we can have a nice, rational conversation about what just happened. Preferably without trying to kill each other.” That is exactly what she did, it was slow and careful, making sure that she didn’t make any sudden movements to spooky him. Shit was like being around a skittish dog that was known to bite.
Once she managed to turn around, assuming he didn’t open fire and turn her day really bad, he would see that she was loaded for bear, several extended magazines for her normally illegal automatic weapon, smoke grenages and a few flash bangs. This woman’s gear was top of the line and generally something the normal civilians are not capable of getting a hold of. ”You local PD?” She pointed at the badge around his neck with a nod of her head. ”I’m Federal, I have my credentials in my breast pocket that you see.” She wiggled her chest a little bit. ”Just don't get too grabby without getting me dinner first.” Maybe now wasn’t the best time to be a smart ass about it.
If he chose to look at her CIA credentials, they were HEAVILY redacted, her birthday was missing, there was the name Alana Wilson and what looked like a SSN on the card and as well as a holographic imprint. If he would try and run the number in his database it would flag her a “Do not detain”.
”If that isn’t good enough. I can always call Command. Up to you Cowboy.” She kept her hands up and interlocked behind her head. She really didn’t feel like getting shot today.
Was that two sets of feet he could hear causing a disturbance in the local Flora and fauna?
It sure was, and one of them sounded like it was running.
Her ragged breaths echoed in her ears thanks to the mask around her head as she ran down the last man of the group of degenerates that she had ambushed in the QZ. This one had been a little more slick then the rest of his little crew. He managed to slip away with only taking a single round into a leg while she killed the rest of his friends. Guess there was no such thing as loyalty anymore was there? What a coward, she would be sure to kill him, let him feel the fear of his victims through her actions.
Today she would take the role of divine vengeance.
This little prick had a good head start on her so it was taking some time to catch up, it didn’t help that she had to track him down but now that they were both in an open field, she was now able to run at almost a full sprint to catch up, the weight of her high-cailber plate carrier preventing her from reaching her top speed, the Vector SBR that was slung around her back didn't help much at all since the constant bobbing up at down threw her rhythm off in her sprint.
Yeah, he was going to die. He got her ass out here running, sweating and breathing like a 50 year old asthmatic smoker.
It didn't take long for her to catch up to the limping man before she barreled into him and almost full speed, only lowering her right shoulder in the moment right before impact, it was like she was trying to go right through him.
The impact threw him face first into the rough ground and he screamed in pain but he wouldn't have time to recover because the monster that was this woman quickly recovered from the roll that the impact threw her into.
"You STUPID idiot." The woman's voice came out almost as am angry growl as she breathed for air as she walked over to the fallen man and pressed the heel of her boot into the gunshot wound with a slowly increasing pressure. The action causing the man the scream out in absolute pain and hurl various insults and a few sexist terms her way as he pushed out from under her heel and started to scramble away. It was amazing how much the body could endure when flooded with adrenaline.
It was almost a sad sight to watch, this grown man trying so hard to scoot away on a single good leg as the woman slowly stalked towards him, only just outpacing his crawl. The loss of blood and the racing heart was taking it's toll on the man who was starting to pale.
It was pathetic.
Angela watched and waited, for what she didn't know know really but she rushed over to the man and yanked up a fist full of long, dirty hair as she dragged him over to the brick structure of what she could have only guessed was a restroom and shoved him against the wall before she knelt down to his level so she could look him in the face.
"Ya know, you and your friend that you left to die did some pretty bad shit recently." As expected, he was defiant and hurled names her way like slut and IF he hadn't been shot he would beat her ass and so on and so on and that she should just kill him and get it over with. It wasn't anything that she hasn't heard before this.
Her voice softened, almost caring, like a concerned friend or lover would. "Oh you've got the wrong idea. I have no intention of killing you. All I need from you to go and tell your friend that I'm coming from them, that's all. Just a little message." What was her response for the generous offer? Getting her mask spit on and yet more insults and a harsh retort about how he ain't telling anyone nothing.
A deep, almost regretful sigh escaped her lips as the Gerber LMF2 knife was pulled from the resting polymer sheath on her plate carrier and promptly dug into the side of the man's neck, severing the carotid artery as she yanked it back out. It was fatal but not instantly so, he would bleed out in about 10 seconds from this wound, maybe faster given the gunshot in his leg. "Nevermind." She stood up, her voice suddenly cold and callus as she pushed the knife back into the sheath, an audible click signaling the knife was secured once again. "I'll tell them myself." She brought her Vector to the low ready from around her back and checked the extended magazine that she had loaded into the weapon.
"Let's see.. She spoke to the now dead man that was against the wall "I fired 15 rounds of 9mm ammo from a 44 capacity magazine. 29 rounds left plus the additional 5 magazines,each holding 44 rounds… That gives meeeee…..249 rounds left. Does that sound about right?" She looked down at the man again. "Oh Yeah...you're dead."
This woman was no stranger to killing in the slightest and clearly dangerous.
Angela watched as the local cop cuffed the youngster, the racheting sound of the metallic restraints echoing in the no dead air of the shopping center. It was like something out of a horror movie, now all they needed were zombies or alien mutants to chase them around. "Yeah, don't mention it" There was something almost predatory in her voice that was hiding just under the beautiful feminine tones that left her lips as she spoke.
She allowed herself a small, mask hidden smile when he mentioned civilians not being allowed in the area. Did she look civilian? She knew she couldn't LOOK civilian. Could she? It would be the little things he would start to notice as he finally got a chance to look her over now that the man he was wrestling with was now properly secured that would start to give her away as the apex predator that she was.
It was the high-end 5.11 Shellback plate carrier that she adorned upon her body, rated to stop high caliber rifle rounds perhaps? Perhaps it was the very nice piece of hardware that was her firearm that she wore on her right thigh? Or was it the carefully calculated way that she moved with almost unearthly grace, like a tiger that was hunting the prey of its next meal. It could even have been the full sleeve tattoo on her sculpted, muscular left arm that pictured a winged, armored angel leading the souls of the dead to a great hall.
A Valkyrie from Norse mythology.
It really didn't matter all that much now did it? The very air around her seemed to reach out and scream of danger, that this small 5'5 frame of a woman was not to be taken lightly.
She couldn't help the small, almost cute laugh that escaped her lips, she was in a good mood and she couldn't help herself at the moment, the local cop was kinda cute after all and she was about to be a bad girl.
"Oh, sorry about. The security was extremely lax so I let myself in." Her tone was flirty and somehow condescending all at the same time. "Since I'm breaking the law, do I get to play with the handcuffs too?" Her tone shifted from the casual flirting of a few moments past and into something that was far more suggestive followed by a long awkward pause of deafening silence. "I'm just kidding" No she wasn't. "You'd have to buy me dinner first" No he wouldn't.
"Anyway, it looks like I missed the party" Referencing the pandemic as a party was pretty messed up but it could be a clue into how the mind of the female warrior worked.
Angela had only been in the city a few days already by this time and had yet to introduce herself to any sort of authority figure. No, she wanted to get a feel of how the city was running without any interruptions, without any bias that she would have potentially encountered.
So where was she now?
She was walking around what she could have only guessed was at one point a Shopping Plaza inside the quarantine zone, which was surprisingly easy to sneak into. The random patrols did help, but only marginally since they were exceedingly simple to evade and move around even for someone that didn’t have her particular skill set that had been granted to her by the wonderful training she got as a CIA SAC operator.
Her breath echoed back at her from within the CM-6M mask as she walked, moving to avoid the patrols and exp[lore a little more, only stopping every few moments to look around and check behind her to make sure that she wasn’t being followed.
She might be a little paranoid, hell, maybe a little more than just a little but that was ingrained into her early on by the Marines and then reinforced by the CIA. ‘Always be aware of your surroundings.’ Man, they had a way of really messing you up didn’t they? The Government took this sweet young woman and turned into one of the most lethal creatures on the planet, she would be the main character of an Isekai anime
No one would be able to see it thanks to her mask but a grin crept along her lips as the fingers of her right hand gently moved across the grip of her 5th Gen Glock 17 that rested in the drip thigh holster just waiting to be used.
Her movement suddenly stopped, like a hunter that got wind of prey nearby. The same weapon that she was touching so tenderly just a few moments ago was withdrawn from the holster in a smooth and silent fashion as she peaked around the corner that she heard voices from. It sounded like they were clearing floors? Even the way that one male said it “Clear”, it wasn't “Nothing here” or something like that. Who ever this was, was most assuredly Police or Military.
It was with calculated precision that she peered around the corner to watch just in time to see two men in a confrontation with each other as they tumbled down an escalator. She grimaced a bit behind her mask knowing that damn well had to hurt and was honestly kind of amazed that neither one of the two sustained any decent injuries because of it and the more she watched the clearer it became that one of these men was from the local law enforcement and it didn’t exactly look like it had a handle on things either. Weeeeelll shit, this wasn’t exactly how she wanted to introduce herself to the city but it looked like this is how it was going to be for her.
Time to be a big damn hero.
She waited just a bit more until the local cop managed to pin what she could only assume was a hostile suspect before she pushed herself away from the wall silently, holstering her weapon as she did so she could have both hands free. It was almost unnatural silence that she slid closer before she broke out into a full on sprint towards the two.
“On your six!” Angela screamed out in a mask muffled voice as she reached the two as she moved to the right side of the local cop and grabbed the left arm of the suspect before slamming the heel of her right boot into the side of the man’s knee several times over. It would be extremely painful and one of two things would happen, he would bend the knee and go to the ground to ease the pain or he would end up with a broken knee and from there, it would be a simple matter of overpowering the man and taking him into custody.
