Contraband! - OTA
An impending mission always put Kat in a ridiculously good mood. She was getting out. Whether it was the compound or the barracks or whatever, she was just happy to do something. So she did something about it.
Getting into the military barracks was no problem, as long as she did it at night when the MPs were sleeping. She'd been trained to be quiet and careful and that's exactly what she was. She phased through several walls, finding the one MP that she'd overheard bragging about getting a hold of some contraband.
With a near silent chuckle, she moved into the MP's room through the back wall. He was fast asleep, covers pulled tightly over him, and Kat grinned. There was something delightfully forbidden about sneaking into someone's room after hours and she always got a rush from it.
She considered him, standing at the foot of his bed for a long moment. A flash came to her, one of sliding a glinting knife right across that adam's apple and watching the crimson pour onto the sheets. Stepping back, disturbed because she just didn't have that kind of blood lust, she swallowed and glanced away, moving to phase into his closet.
He was loaded. There was a crate of vodka in his closet and she grabbed quite a few bottles and stuffed them into a black duffel. Damn. The bag was heavy now and she grinned, feeling accomplished. She fully intended on phasing the empties into another MPs room, just for fun.
Making her way back to the barracks was the pain. Avoiding being caught was the big issue. She snuck through the compound before she made her way to the rec room and dropped the duffel to the side of the couch.
Cracking open one of the bottles, she snickered and poured a goodly amount into a glass before she tucked the bottle away. It wasn't as if anyone coming couldn't smell the liquor, but at least this way at a glance she didn't look guilty.
ooc: Just because Kat has liquor doesn't mean she's going to share with everyone. ;-)
Getting into the military barracks was no problem, as long as she did it at night when the MPs were sleeping. She'd been trained to be quiet and careful and that's exactly what she was. She phased through several walls, finding the one MP that she'd overheard bragging about getting a hold of some contraband.
With a near silent chuckle, she moved into the MP's room through the back wall. He was fast asleep, covers pulled tightly over him, and Kat grinned. There was something delightfully forbidden about sneaking into someone's room after hours and she always got a rush from it.
She considered him, standing at the foot of his bed for a long moment. A flash came to her, one of sliding a glinting knife right across that adam's apple and watching the crimson pour onto the sheets. Stepping back, disturbed because she just didn't have that kind of blood lust, she swallowed and glanced away, moving to phase into his closet.
He was loaded. There was a crate of vodka in his closet and she grabbed quite a few bottles and stuffed them into a black duffel. Damn. The bag was heavy now and she grinned, feeling accomplished. She fully intended on phasing the empties into another MPs room, just for fun.
Making her way back to the barracks was the pain. Avoiding being caught was the big issue. She snuck through the compound before she made her way to the rec room and dropped the duffel to the side of the couch.
Cracking open one of the bottles, she snickered and poured a goodly amount into a glass before she tucked the bottle away. It wasn't as if anyone coming couldn't smell the liquor, but at least this way at a glance she didn't look guilty.
ooc: Just because Kat has liquor doesn't mean she's going to share with everyone. ;-)