The Ruins of Our World...
Arrival in Blood Gulch in 5.. 4... 3-
Lizzy stepped from the cave into the bright sunlight, then stepped back into shadows to keep from being noticed; her light armor would reflect sunlight so badly that she'd probably call the attention of every idiot in the canyon to her.
Your timing is off, Sil.
Our intel was clearly incorrect. This was not a fault of mine. Lizzy smiled in amusement as she continued to survey the canyon.
Of course it wasn't. Her eyes locked onto the nearest base- one displaying red coloring- and she nearly rolled her eyes. Way to think outside the box. Well, it was a military base and not a personal apartment, after all.
Read that file off to me again, Silly.
There was a pause for a whirring noise, then Epsilon's voice spoke as if reading from something. Target is a freelancer with no name. Armor color is known to be gray or silver. He may be located at the Red base in the Blood Gulch canyon. Approach with extreme caution, as target is dangerous and most definitely armed. One of the former 49-
That's good, Sil, thanks.
You are going to go through with this, then?
If I don't I not only risk blowing my cover, but lose a good deal of money as well. And in case you've forgotten, money is what we need to live.
I haven't forgotten! My memory banks are fine! Epsilon protested and Lizzy smiled. That sounded less like an AI and more like her normal friend. Much better.
"Then let's get this over with before I have to think about it anymore," Lizzy said, speaking aloud for the first time in a day, her voice slightly harsh and her throat dry. Swallowing a few times, she engaged her cloak and quickly ran down into the canyon, pistol at the ready. She'd infiltrate the base, kill her target and get the hell out of here. Her stomach temporarily turned at the thought of killing one of the 49, but she forced herself to believe it was someone she had never had time to really know. Maybe one of the Carolinas, or Michigan. It wasn't Tex, or Vermont. It wasn't Ken or Reggie. And it certainly wasn't York.
If Delta and New York are here-
Deal with it when the time comes, Sil, Lizzy suggested. Don't think about it until then.
Advice noted.
((That was a little long... but it is her first appearance as Massachusetts, so... kinda justified. XD The Ken and Reggie she mentioned are Kentucky and Oregon, respectfully. This is now open for replies from anybody in the Gulch who feels like rping. In case people didn't know, the target she's going for is Connecticut. ^_^ okay, that's all. OPEN!))
Lizzy stepped from the cave into the bright sunlight, then stepped back into shadows to keep from being noticed; her light armor would reflect sunlight so badly that she'd probably call the attention of every idiot in the canyon to her.
Your timing is off, Sil.
Our intel was clearly incorrect. This was not a fault of mine. Lizzy smiled in amusement as she continued to survey the canyon.
Of course it wasn't. Her eyes locked onto the nearest base- one displaying red coloring- and she nearly rolled her eyes. Way to think outside the box. Well, it was a military base and not a personal apartment, after all.
Read that file off to me again, Silly.
There was a pause for a whirring noise, then Epsilon's voice spoke as if reading from something. Target is a freelancer with no name. Armor color is known to be gray or silver. He may be located at the Red base in the Blood Gulch canyon. Approach with extreme caution, as target is dangerous and most definitely armed. One of the former 49-
That's good, Sil, thanks.
You are going to go through with this, then?
If I don't I not only risk blowing my cover, but lose a good deal of money as well. And in case you've forgotten, money is what we need to live.
I haven't forgotten! My memory banks are fine! Epsilon protested and Lizzy smiled. That sounded less like an AI and more like her normal friend. Much better.
"Then let's get this over with before I have to think about it anymore," Lizzy said, speaking aloud for the first time in a day, her voice slightly harsh and her throat dry. Swallowing a few times, she engaged her cloak and quickly ran down into the canyon, pistol at the ready. She'd infiltrate the base, kill her target and get the hell out of here. Her stomach temporarily turned at the thought of killing one of the 49, but she forced herself to believe it was someone she had never had time to really know. Maybe one of the Carolinas, or Michigan. It wasn't Tex, or Vermont. It wasn't Ken or Reggie. And it certainly wasn't York.
If Delta and New York are here-
Deal with it when the time comes, Sil, Lizzy suggested. Don't think about it until then.
Advice noted.
((That was a little long... but it is her first appearance as Massachusetts, so... kinda justified. XD The Ken and Reggie she mentioned are Kentucky and Oregon, respectfully. This is now open for replies from anybody in the Gulch who feels like rping. In case people didn't know, the target she's going for is Connecticut. ^_^ okay, that's all. OPEN!))