Forsaken: Chapter I - The Long Road Home

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire rolls her eyes. "See ya tomorrow Riko..." she says. She walks out and closes the door. She begins walking to her room. (Riko's room is on the same floor Claire's room right? If not, then. Claire walks to the elevator and presses the button. She waits till the elevator arrives and then gets in it. She presses the button of her floor and waits for the elevator to bring her up or down. As the elevator reaches her floor, she walks out and...) She walks to her room door. Claire fetches around in her pocket till she finds her key. She uses the key to unlock her room door. She walks in, closes the door, and then locks it. She sighs with relief. "Whew. What a long day..." Claire says. She turns on her light and walks over to the bathroom. She looks around to see if anyone was around. Afterwards, she closes her bathroom door and then begins to strip. She then steps into the shower and begins to shower.

[[Brand_Name]]

Cat lowered herself down the tree, frustrated at her mistake. The adrenaline of avoiding irradiated beasts in the wilderness had shrouded her hunger pangs the entire day. She knew that finding any food was hopeless in this destroyed forest. She held up her crossbow and stalked through the forest towards a grocery store she had seen earlier- surely it had supplies. But she also knew that where there were supplies, there were also bandits. She had dealt with their kind before, and didnt think it should be too much of a problem, as long as she could sneak up on them and take them out individually.

[Noosie]

This, the scaled huntress reflected, was not how she'd planned for this hunt to go. Not only had she failed to find new meat, she'd also managed to get herself into a position where she'd need to rely on strangers to have the right mix of lust, fear, and greed to help her rather than leave her to die. Not only that, but with the amount of running she was about to do and the incredible drain of maintaining active camouflage for even the short duration she'd made use of it, she'd need to feed. Given her rather unique dietary restrictions, this meant she needed to either make herself vulnerable and screw something to death, take a chunk out of her already limited supply of dried meat, or bring down some new game. This was further complicated by the amount of food she needed after this sort of exertion, which limited her possible sources of nourishment to either big dangerous beasts, other mutants, or humans.

But she'd have to deal with that later. Right now she needed to get to somewhere she could get stitched up. A merc base would be too dangerous in her wounded state, and they'd be likely enough to shoot her that even at her best she might not go near one. Small towns were less likely to have big guns, but there was also the chance of the entire population trying to kill her for being a mutant. Not that it wouldn't be justified, given the number of people Ziba had either drained dry or simply eaten, but that's the last of her concerns. That left Crowford. Less likely to be quite as trigger-happy as mercs, less xenophobic than a small town, and more likely to have a doctor than not. Besides, a struggling town was always a good place to find work and meals. They probably needed her more than they'd fear her.

This particular mental exercise takes Ziba less than a minute, and then she's off. Brutally powerful muscles coil and spring as she dashes across the landscape, leaving the usual trail of blood and dust in her wake, if a somewhat more literally than she'd like.

[daxtinator396]

His mind was racing at a mile a minute as stopped working with her mouth and slowly and teasingly ran her fingers over his body on her way up to lean against the glass. He bit his lip slightly as he reached out to hold her hips and then she stepped back against the glass. He felt embarrassed but he stepped forward and took in the sight of her nervous, willing and so shy she couldn't even look at him right now. At least he hoped that was what it was... He kissed her cheek with a smile,"Its okay... I'm nervous too. L-lets um... enjoy ourselves." He said nervously as he lifted his hands up to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples. He slowly eases his erect member forward to rub between the lips of her womanhood,"Um... you ready?" He asks with a smile.

[Grape Me]

Millie

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Finally, a night to get some real sleep! It all seemed too good to be true. That's when it happened.

Suddenly, there was a yell from the roof of the Gas Station. "SA Troo-!" Julia was cut off by the sound of gunshots, several! Bullets began to crash in through the windows and the muzzle flaire from outside gunfire lit up the interior and exterior of the building. Neal, the man next to Millie, sat up from his bed roll. "Stay low!" he shouted, making a gesture with his hands pointing down. Neal turned away from Millie and began making his way over to the front counter, he must be trying to get a weapon. The storage room doors abruptly swung open and out came Carter and a white haired women. Both of the two ducked behind the counter and grabbed their rifles.

Shit shit shit what to do! If Millie were to follow Neal to the counter, then she would probably join these Democrats in this shootout. Walking out the front of the gas station was practically suicide so that is a definite no. Millie takes a quick glance past the aisles, there is the back door. Maybe, should Millie wish to avoid this gunfight, she could sneak out through the back.

Without warning, a bullet rang right past Millie's ear! Decide and get a move on sister!

Garian Jorell

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Sally gave a light hearted chuckle and leaned a little closer to Garian. She holstered the pistol but brought out her more preferred weapon of choice, her deadly knifes. Rumors back when Garian was with SA was that she applies some type of poison toxin to the blades, the same kind that Blood Suckers have in their tentacle fangs. Quite deadly if it's true... they make the victim bleed out quickly. She crouched down so she was even with Garian, Sally was still smart enough not to get too close. It seems she could sense or perhaps knew Garian's capabilities.

"Let's just say Garry that you may or may not have a rat amongst your ranks," she said with a mischievous grin. "Plus, with the reputation your gaining over with the Democrats you're slowly making yourself known Garian. How long do you think you could hide from us... or matter of fact, hide from me? I'm a master of deception Garian, no getting past me." She turned for a split second at the caravan and then back at Garian. At that moment, in the distance, the sounds of gunshots could be heard muffled in the distance. That came from the gas station! "Hmm, you hear that Garian? That is the sound of all your friends being shot to bits right now." Another smile formed on her thin lips. "Listen handsome, this is how it's going to go down. You're going to stand up, nice and slow. Then you're going to turn around, and put your hands on the back of your head. Understand?" She said cocking an eyebrow. Sally then stood up, spinning the knifes between her fingers.

Dax Sierra

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Terri let out a soft moan and looked up at Dax. "I'm... ready," she managed to say between breaths. She moved her hands around his shoulders and held him a little tighter against her. She was preparing for what is to come.

Claire Jones

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(You're on the same floor as Riko so no worries)

Claire begins to take a shower. Although the water may not be the cleanest or warmest it is still better then not bathing at all. Mr. Winter sure does take the time to make sure the living commendations are suitable. Near the end of the shower Claire finishes up and steps out. Should Claire wish to do anything else before heading to bed she may otherwise off to bed and ready to begin a new day.

Ziba Devorka

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Ziba ran like the wind through the ruins. Although most people would take a stealthy approach through the ruins she knew that not only Crawford was not too far away, but she needed to get there relatively soon. There have been some cases when Ziba went down on all fours to pick up speed, but with the injury of her arm that proved to be not a good choice. Time went by, 30 minutes, maybe almost an hour, but finally she could see in the distance a dim light through the ruins. Her arm began to go numb, the Blood Sucker toxin beginning to take effect. She slowed her pace, moving a little more cautiously. Between the wrecked cars and buildings Ziba scouted out the area. It was Crawford, the poorly maintained division civilian outpost. In the Division's attempt to exert their power and claim the city of Cheyenne, they built this little outpost to put their citizens in. In the early years they managed to keep it running quite well, but with the occasional raids from bandits and mutant attacks, it became exhausting to hold the area. Division forces would rather focus on their major outposts and fighting off their enemies then defending their less important areas, so they left the civilians to die. However, the population of Crawford, which is quite small, managed to band together and hold off.

Ziba, watching with her heightened senses could make out a quite large gate and a sniper guarding from a nearby watch tower. There was also a automated turret and a engineer at the front of the gate for defense or to greet wanders should they wish to enter. Crawford was surrounded by a thick concrete wall and the only entrance was through that gate. She could see that these guards were wearing the red sash on their arms, the symbol of Division. How would Ziba proceed?

Katherine "Cat" Drelken

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Cat, approaching the gas station she had seen earlier from the morning, she began to move at a more cautious and stealthier pace. From the severed heads on spikes to keep unwanted guests out, it was clear some bandits made this into their territory. The store itself would have been ransacked a long time ago, but the bandits probably had some kind of food. It was very grim from the outside, a few run down cars parked outside it and the walls of the building were almost molding. The few windows the grocery store had were at the front and most of them were broken.

Cat walked around the side of the building from a distance. She could see a dim light coming from the inside and a bandit guard at the front of the building. He carried a handmade bow and a quiver of arrows on his back. His head bobbed up and down at times, seems he was drowsy. She could probably take him out from here should Cat wish to do so, but considering how he was off guard, Cat could probably get even closer or sneak past.

Suraru

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The last thing Suraru could remember before he blacked out was the butt of a revolver hitting him upside the head and a light hearted giggle. He awoke slowly, his vision fading back. Suraru had a major headache and the impact from the fall not too long ago also didn't make his ass feel any better. He let out a groan and tried to raise a hand to put on his forehead but something restricted his hands movement. It was pretty much impossible to tell how long he was out, but from the hangover it couldn't have been more then 2 hours. From his blurred vision, Suraru managed to look at his lower body. Both of his hands were tied up to the sides of the bed and so were his legs. From the corner of the room he could hear the sound of his captor. "Look who's awake!" came an alluring and feminine voice. It was Scarlet. She walked out of the shadows slowly, her button shirt undone to her mid chest exposing her cleavage. She let her long red hair out of the pony tail to allow it to rest on her shoulders. She approached mesmerizing, swaying her hips side to side in a cat walk motion to emphasize her curves. She laid next to him smiling, running her fingers along his chest. "I was just going to rob you sweetie, but you gave me a much better idea," she says still looking into his eyes, her lips holding the smile. She then closed her eyes and leaned forward, placing a kiss on his cheek and moving one of her hands down her buttoned shirt. She slowly undid the buttons, her mounds straining against the fabric. It seemed almost hopeless to try and escape should Suraru want to, his pleasure and arousal building up inside him.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

After her shower, Claire puts on her pajamas. Which are a over grown t-shirt and some shorts. She sighs and begins to think. "Eh. I'll get everything ready for tomorrow." she says to herself. She grabs the file, if she didn't leave it at Riko's, and puts it on the table. She goes through all her stuff and grabs certain weapons and items to help on her mission tomorrow. "Well. That looks good for now. Time to go to sleep." she says. She walks over to her bed and climbs into it. Claire pulls the covers on top of her. She rolls around after a while and then kicks the covers off. "Damn it." she says. She lays on her back and looks up at the ceiling. She closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep.

[SugarCookie]

Wow, this was almost unexpected. Usually her imagination doesn't become reality like this. Maybe she should think of a happy, quiet life in some tower with a lover, and a family, and no way raiders or mean people with guns or knives could get to her. Well at least she has something to think towards now, instead of just walking forward. However right now her current thoughts should focusing on survival.
She doesn't know either side's actual motives, so her best bet to avoid a conflict she has no part in is to escape this. She makes sure she has all of her gear, bullets pinging nearby making her hurry. With her shotgun unslinged and ready to blow away anyone trying to stop her (with bean bags, better not kill anyone yet), she makes a crouched run toward the back door, her current plan to open it and run as far as possible toward her original direction. She'll stay on buildings length off the road so one can easily spot her.

[Grape Me]

Millie

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Millie decided it was best not to get involved in a fight she had no real reason to take part of. Gathering all of her belongings frantically, Millie quickly turned the opposite aisle Neal took and headed for the back door in a crouched sprint. The sound of gunfire pierced Millie ears to the point it felt as if they were ringing. Reaching the door, she swung it open and made a well planed run to a safer location. However, it seems that the aggressors had the place nearly surrounded so it didn't take long for them to spot her. "We got a runner!" yelled a voice from behind. Millie took only a quick glance back before she turned her view ahead to meet an armored man holding a assault rifle. Before Millie could react, the man swung his gun, smacking Millie upside the head causing her to land flat on her back. The last thing Millie could remember before blacking out was the sound of several gunshots, some shouting, and then... silence. Time past... minutes... hours... it was hard to tell. However, Millie slowly was regaining consciousness, and the sound of muffled voices could be heard.

[[Brand_Name]]

Cat considered firing a bolt from her crossbow into his skull, but his constant movement deterred her from that decision. She feared that he might sway out of the bolt's path at the last second. Consequently, she made the decision to sneak up to him and slit his throat in absolute silence. She made sure there were no other guards in the area, then went in for the kill.

[That_One_Guy]

Garian's smile didn't fade as she told him how there may be a rat in the group, and how everyone knows he is with the Democratics now. But his smile faded when he heard the gunshots from the gas station and looked at the smug face of his captor before shaking his head.

"Poor Sally, you've made two mistakes in trying to combat me." He told her, circling now, his eyes were now fully adjusted to see her, "First off, you decided to have my friends attacked, that's a big no-no as I value my friends and, seeing as how the men see you as their leader, taking you out will demoralize them to the point of surrendering. The second mistake you made, my poor girl." He then smiled, a cruel smile that was never seen since his days in the SA, a smile that showed enjoyment to pain and suffering to the person he was about to attack, "Is that you severely misunderstand what i'm TRULY capable of." And with that he pulled out not one knife, but another as well. One was being used to attack her, the other was held backwards, along the wrist, so that when she struck, he can deflect it with his full strength of his arm.

[SugarCookie]

As the darkness subsided, it took a few long seconds for Millie to remember what happened. "Damn, of course they were going to attack from behind" She thought to herself. She took a minute to regain her head, listening to the environment, trying to get a count of how many people were around her.
While being perceptive, she also tried to find out, without moving, what she had on her. If they took anything out of her pockets, bound her with ropes, took off any of her clothes. et cetera. After a quick immobile check, she will slowly open her eyes for a visual inspection while trying to remain under the impression she's still asleep. This isn't the first (or probably the last) time she's been captured, she knows what to do.

[Grape Me]

Garian Jorell

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It seems that the cruel look on Garian's face or speech didn't intimidate her... not one bit. She simply looked at him slyly, almost innocently. Sally watched his movements closely, she would turn and face Garian whenever he circled behind her. Then... Garian went on the offensive.

Once he leaped forward to strike, pulling out the blades, Sally's smile widened. Her eyes almost sparkled with satisfaction, as if she wanted Garian to resist. She immediately prepared her blades to defend her self. Garian had the first move. He used his attacking blade to force a reaction out of Sally or to kill her, but it wasn't very successful. She simply dodged his attack and before he had the chance to follow up, she did a quick jab with her own blade, causing Garian to use his defensive dagger. This continued for sometime. She would not allow Garian to plan a coordinated strike. She simply forced him to attept attacking her while she would douge, then she would follow up with quick strikes so he would go on the defensive. This was some kind of sword dance Sally was playing at. Although Garian had strength, Sally had speed and endurance. She was doing this to tire Garian out... and it's working! Garian is already panting while Sally dosen't even look like she's breaking a sweat. She keeps toying with Garian, almost mockingly. "Come on Garian! That the best you can do?" Sally taunted.

Claire Jones

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"The world... The world is a dark place... The Strong survive the weak perish... You are alone... You will die..." Darkness... You are surrounded by darkness... the world around you is vast and empty. You try and reach out but grab nothing but hollowness. A cold chill runs down your spine. Are you dead...?

Suddenly... you hear a faint voice of a man. It is quite, hard to tell what it is saying from how muted it may be... but it's getting louder. You begin to make out the words. Claire... Claire... CLAIRE!

You jerk awake. You find yourself painting in your bed with your heart racing 100miles per hour. There is a loud banging on your door. "Claire get up! It's time to work! I'll meet cha' outside!" It was Riko... You instinctively look at the clock on the wall, 7AM. You can't help but to feel a little insecure... what was with that dream?

You shake the thought out of your mind for a moment to deal with the current situation.

Katherine "Cat" Drelken

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Cat, sneaking up nice and slow, made sure she surveyed the surroundings for other guards. Seemed like the coast is clear. She quietly sneaks beside the sleeping guard, lifts her blade, and then quickly and effectively, slits his throat. Cat cups the bandits mouth during the process to avoid sound and the bandit dies almost immediately. So far so good.

Cat turns and looks through the window. The grocery store is quite large. There are several asiles with empty cans and trash lying around all over the place. In the far back, in an area Cat can't see, there seems to be a source of a light. That must be where the other bandits... and more importantly... food are. Cat turns and looks at the front door that is ajar. No guards in the area but best idea would be to act with caution. How will Cat proceed?

[That_One_Guy]

Garian continued attacking, smiling his cruel smile in the beginning, he was feeling tired, panting even, but he wouldn't give up, he just had to change things up a bit and he knew she believed she had him down to the number, believing him to be naive, stubborn, or just plain predictable. He looked at her, took a stance for another charge and then threw his offensive blade in the air, she had to watch either it or him, not both as he charged at her, his Defensive blade still in it's position as he brought it up to strike at her. The minute she blocks him or dodges him, is the moment he attacks with either the blade falling down with his now free hand to slice at her, or to kick her legs from under her as she moves.

[Grape Me]

Millie

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Millie's vision slowly returned, she could just barley make out the situation. She was laying on her back, hand bound behind her with something that felt like handcuffs. Her cloths were just as they were before, still concealing her appearance. A SA trooper stood above her holding an assault rifle directed at her head. By the looks of him it must be the same guy who knocked her out. He didn't have his attention down at her however, but rather at the gas station.

Millie lifted her head up slightly to look at her surroundings. A different trooper close by on her left was going through her supplies. He searched the bag carefully and held her shotgun in his hands. Turning her attention over to the gas station she could see quite the sight. The whole station had been riddled with bullets, top to bottom. A dead body of a women was hanging off the side of it... Julia...

3 people with their hands tied to their backs were being led out of the gas station by SA. Two men and a women. That must be the democrats. Counting up the SA troops in the area there must have been at least 15 or 17 of them, not a single one injured. A leader of some kind greeted his 3 captives and then motioned with his hands at the trooper standing above Millie. The trooper above Millie waved back at the man and then looked down at Millie, his eyes cold and emotionless. He bent down and grabbed her by the bicep, lifting her up so he could force her to her feet. "Walk," her ordered, pressing his gun against her back. He clearly was leading her to the main group. As Millie walked she could feel her head ache in pain, the impact from the strike probably was going to leave a bruise.

[SugarCookie]

She must of been out for a few minutes, poor Julia died before the battle began. Staying to shoot would of probably killed her with a score of men shooting at her. This is a sticky situation, she can't speak to tell them she isn't with the Democrats, because if they found out she was a girl...
She'd rather not think of that. She'll think of something, right now they know she's awake, so she does as the man with the gun says, and walks. Damn,she's in this situation again, however this time there are others with her, and at least it's still not crazy raiders. She keeps her head hung low as she walks.

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire sigh as she sits up. She runs her hand through her hair and rubs her eyes. "Yep... Seven O'clock." she says quietly. She wipes the sweat off of her forehead (from the intense dream) and shakes her head. She groans and throws the covers off. She stretches and cracks her back, neck, and fingers. She takes off her sleeping clothes and puts on her working attire. She brushes her teeth and washes her face and walks back to her bedroom. Claire grabs her stuff for the mission and walks to the door. "Time to get to work" she says as she opens the door. She walks out and closes the door behind her. She stretches again and walks outside. She sees Riko and walks over to him. She waves at him and says "Yo. Sorry about that. Couldn't sleep last night, and when I finally could, I had a really weird dream... Well. Enough of my excuses. Let's go."

[Suraru]

Yup, a bit of pressure building in his pants. At least he should try to enjoy this right? I mean hot girl, seemingly in love with him, and you can smell the hormones in the air. I mean, sure it kinda stings knowing his body is just going to be used again, probably chucked off later with all of his stuff missing, but that drama can happen later.
The last thought going through his head before he let his crotch do the thinking was that he should head south after this, away from this place. If he does a great job, she'll be too stunned in pleasure to notice him leave in the middle of night. Hell, he might even leave her some of his stuff if she does a great job also, one way sex kinda sucks.

[[Brand_Name]]

Crouching low to avoid detection, Cat snuck through the aisles towards the light. From the shadows, she peeked her hooded head out into the open and saw a whole band of raiders. Luckily for her, most were tightly packed in a corner while only a few were walking around the store. She didnt have any grenades, but she was a master at creating makeshift weapons. If she could only find the right chemicals in the store, she could put them in one of the many cans laying about and let the fireworks commence, then pick of any stray raiders with her crossbow.

[Noosie]

Taking a moment to thank whatever watches over the desperate few who wander the wastes, Ziba catches her breath and examines her options. Her state of near-nudity, while convenient in most situations, does nothing to conceal her not entirely human nature. It'd be dumb luck to get any closer without the sniper spotting her, and if she tried to cover such a distance in camo she'd be all but helpless in a fight against superior forces. Which, unfortunately, includes anyone with a gun and some training. Wracking her brain for information on the Division the mutant considers the diplomatic approach. The division seeks power above all else, but it was uncertain whether that meant they'd let her have her say or just try to capture her. Were the circumstances less pressing, she'd probably wait for a traveler to jump so she could dress herself and get close enough to talk. That or avoid the walled city entirely.

Cursing her arrogance in not considering the possibility of an injury, and the bloodsucker for not dying peacefully, Ziba checks her rags and glances around for anything she might wear. Extremely unlikely in the circumstances, but even a few scraps of cloth would make this easier. After dealing with her state of dress the cold-blooded stalker of the barren sands makes her approach, standing as far in the open as she can and making sure her bag (the only real sign of her somewhat civilized nature beyond her bare modesty) is fully visible. With her wounded arm held close to her stomach she walks, keeping her back straight and in general trying to appear as human as a crossbreed mutant can.

There was little worse, in Ziba's mind, than having to rely on the understanding of other people.

[Grape Me]

Millie

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As Millie approached the group she could hear the SA leader speaking to the prisoners. "Oh Carter, Carter, Carter. How long did you think it would take us to get your little raiding party, hmm? Eventually you would have to understand that your actions will have repercussions." Carter remained silent, his eyes staring into the ground. He stole a quick glace at his fellow democrats and then at Millie, before looking back at the ground.

The SA leader seemed to lose interest and turned to the next prisoner, the tough looking white haired women. She had pale skin and a great muscle tone for a girl. "Annnd you Riley! Great to see you again!" The women sneered at him with rage, she took a slight step forward and spat in his face. The leader closed his eyes and took it, wiping it off with his sleeve. The SA trooper behind this women, who's name was apparently Riley, smacked her in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle. She cried out and fell to her knees.

Carter turned to face the guard, a look of pure hatred could be seen in his eyes. "Don't touch her!"

The SA leader turned his attention over to Carter and slapped him across the face. "Be quite! You're in no position to make orders here!" Carter looked at him bitterly without saying a word. Riley slowly made her way back to her feet. The leader looked over Neal for a moment before turning his full attention to Millie. He stared at her for a good full minute. "Who might you be?"

Carter looked over at Millie and answered the question for her, "Just a wanderer passing by. He's a mute."

The man looked her over for quite sometime. "Is that so..." He stepped forward and forced her to lose anything concealing her facial appearance, her feminine features revealed. Carter's eyes widened, his jaw nearly dropping. Neal seemed slightly caught off guard by this, but he barley showed it. Riley looked over at her, expressionless.

Carter snapped back into action, looking over at the man who continued to stare down Millie. "Look, she's just a travler. Let her go an-."

The man turned angrily at Carter. "Shut the fuck up! Do you take me for some kind of idiot! I'm in charge here you Democrat scum, learn your place!" With that Carter stopped talking. The SA leader looked back at Millie, still a little agitated. "What is your name and association with these people?"

Garian Jorell

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Sally smiled at Garian's change in tactics, he proved to be quite skillful himself. With Garian throwing the blade in the air and his attack coming right at her, she seemed to have a plan of her own. She quickly dodged backwards to move out of his possible reach. While doing this, she threw both the blades in her hands at him, using them as throwing knifes. With the speed and accuracy, Garian would have to move to the side and abandon his original plan of striking her down. However, if Garian were to press on with the attack, he may get injured from the knifes, but Sally would be defenseless. This could be an opportunity for him to strike her down, just hope to god those deadly blades don't get him anywhere vital.

With the speed of the knifes heading towards Garian, he could already see Sally preparing to grab more blades from her pockets. Need to act quickly.

Claire Jones

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Riko dosen't even look up at Claire as she approaches, he simple fiddles around with his shotgun, tinkering it. He must really love that damn thing. "Alrighty, let's get a move on." He slings the gun over his back and starts off ahead, Claire in tow. They walk out the front of the Merc Corp Building to the front gate. The whole complex is surrounded by thick concert wall and heavily armed mercenaries. The man in charge of the security is Coal Cox, a merc in his late thirties and a real hardass. Mr. Winter trusts and respects the man, and most people do, no matter how much of a dick he can be.

As the approached the fortified gate Riko spoke up. "Yo Coal, Claire n' I are heading out for a job! Open up!"

Coal looks at both Claire and Riko for a moment then turns to the guys at the gate. "You heard them limp dicks! Open up!" The men opened up the gates, pushing it with all their strength.

Riko looked over at Coal. "Appreciated it!"

Coal simply gives him a cold look. "Yeah yeah, get the fuck out so I can shut the damn gate!"

With that the two of them set out into the ruin, the Merc Corp building fading from view. As they walked the mostly kept silent, keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings. After about an hour of walking Riko speaks up. "Yo Claire, I dun' know why but I got a bad feeling about this job. Seems like Division could take out a group of Raiders no prob' but something must be up if they sending Mercs in. Know what I'm saying?"

Katherine "Cat" Drelken

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Cat, carefully searching the asiles looking for chemicals to make a makeshift weapon, eventually found a little drug store. She tested the knob, and to her luck, it opened without any trouble. Entering slowly she would see an assortment of stashed medicines, what a find! Going through it all she found some that could be used as a homemade bomb. She began at once, trying to work as quietly as possible. Though... when she got more into it, she didn't hear the sound of a raider enter. She heard the click of a pistol from behind.

"Stop right there little missy," the stranger ordered. It was hard to tell the distance between her and the man, as her back was turned to him, but most likely he was not too far. "What's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, no less going through our meds?" He asked, almost in a mocking tone. Scanning her body from behind, making sure not to linger on her rear for too long, he could obviously see her weapons. "Listen little missy, I dun' wanna' hurt cha', so how bout you put down whatever you got in your hands and ya come with me. We got food. You hungry?" This was obviously all an act. The problem with the situation would be he could simply call out to the rest of the gang, then she would have a real problem on her hands. Why didn't he though? Looking down, Cat could see that her bomb was nearly ready, all that was left would be the trigger substance and then it would work perfectly.

The man began to grow impatient. "Come on now, don't wanna keep me waiting do ya?"