by exalted » Mon May 29, 2017 12:12 pm
"Bailey! You get your butt over this side of the rubble right now mister!" Vanessa huffed as she rapped the slab of roof that had separated them with the bottom of her fist.
Dusting herself off, she stepped back away from the rubble and glanced down at team member she was stuck with and decided it could be worse. At least she didn't have to deal with that vulgar Elf for a while.
"Come on, this way," She sighed, walking off towards the exit, 'Smart like if you please."
She let the Steyr hang from the one point sling around her neck as she walked, feeling the barrel occasionally tap her knees or thigh as it jostled. Having only blanks for the weapon meant it was pointless flashing it about at the moment.
Pausing momentarily as she saw figures stumbling through the kicked up dust, she thought about ducking for cover but decided against it. It just wouldn't do for people to see a Hellsinki of all people losing their head at times like this, so she stood still and proud and let them approach.
From atop her pile of rubble she looked down on them with visible disdain. So she now had deal with Adolf Kitler, a boy who didn't know how to wear a shirt and a.... transvestite? Whatever the 'woman' was she obviously was no lady, though she at least appeared to accept the technological advancement of the last few hundred years, unlike the rest of these savages with their mumbo jumbo and mysticism.
Turning her back to them, she unclipped the front of her South African harness and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her shirt to search about for what she was looking for. While she would never have used them during a training situation, Vanessa never liked to be with protection and her mother had always taught her to be safe. Finding what she wanted in tucked snugly in the left cup of her bra, she smoothly ejected the magazine from her pistol and slid in the new one filled with live rounds.
Making sure to rebutton her blouse before turning back, she hopped nimbly from her rubble perch and strolled forward again.
"Vanessa Hellsinki, your honoured I'm sure,' She waved off the Cat Boy, "Now if you don't mind you are blocking my way. Come Erica."