>>Hope and pray that you'll never need me
Who; zerosuitjill, inforapound, chosefamily
What; Licker huntin'. /cocks shotgun :|
Where; The Labyrinth
When; Late morning, August 11
Rating; PG-13 for inevitable violence and possible language.
Status; Closed; ongoing
It felt good, being back in the proverbial saddle.
Everything the Underworld had thrown at Jill so far -- combat, psychological strain, emotional stress -- were things she could handle, but they'd been of a new nature to her all the same. The territory was unfamiliar, the people strange, the threats entirely unpredictable and not even defined by any natural laws, scientific or judicial.
This, however, was something right up her alley. It was what she'd spent eight straight years of her life perfecting.
The preparation had been oddly calming, almost reassuring: she knew the quarry, she was learning the terrain, and she had a variety of skills at her call along with a dependable group willing to follow her. Jill had gone over all the details, the initial plan, the backup plans, the perimeter layout, the ammunition and headcount all as she would have done back home for an official mission. The same sharp attention, the same objective and rational mindset as she went over everything that could go wrong and needed to go right. The only thing she was missing was a fellow Alliance operative -- someone to double check her ideas and offer his insight, a way of more effectively dividing the B.S.A.A.'s collective knowledge among the volunteering fighters.
In short, she was missing Chris. The thought had sent a wistful pang through her chest -- not for the first time -- but Jill only pushed it aside as she often did.
She hadn't spent much time in the Labyrinth, but collected intelligence had been helpful enough in isolating at least part of the Licker population. As small and winding as the paths became beyond the entrance, it had only been sensible to divide the troops as small as could be afforded, and she moved now with her own small unit. While trained primarily in rear security tactics, Jill nonetheless put herself in the lead this time -- she knew more about the threats, yes, but she was, more importantly, the only one she trusted to take a blow if the B.O.W.s caught them off guard.
Not that it would matter if said blow took her head off her shoulders, she was aware.
One of her VZs held at waist height, the other strapped to her leg beneath a belt of backup ammunition, Jill moved along slowly, quietly, senses strained for a familiar sight or sound while her clip-on flashlight guided her light, careful footsteps.
What; Licker huntin'. /cocks shotgun :|
Where; The Labyrinth
When; Late morning, August 11
Rating; PG-13 for inevitable violence and possible language.
Status; Closed; ongoing
It felt good, being back in the proverbial saddle.
Everything the Underworld had thrown at Jill so far -- combat, psychological strain, emotional stress -- were things she could handle, but they'd been of a new nature to her all the same. The territory was unfamiliar, the people strange, the threats entirely unpredictable and not even defined by any natural laws, scientific or judicial.
This, however, was something right up her alley. It was what she'd spent eight straight years of her life perfecting.
The preparation had been oddly calming, almost reassuring: she knew the quarry, she was learning the terrain, and she had a variety of skills at her call along with a dependable group willing to follow her. Jill had gone over all the details, the initial plan, the backup plans, the perimeter layout, the ammunition and headcount all as she would have done back home for an official mission. The same sharp attention, the same objective and rational mindset as she went over everything that could go wrong and needed to go right. The only thing she was missing was a fellow Alliance operative -- someone to double check her ideas and offer his insight, a way of more effectively dividing the B.S.A.A.'s collective knowledge among the volunteering fighters.
In short, she was missing Chris. The thought had sent a wistful pang through her chest -- not for the first time -- but Jill only pushed it aside as she often did.
She hadn't spent much time in the Labyrinth, but collected intelligence had been helpful enough in isolating at least part of the Licker population. As small and winding as the paths became beyond the entrance, it had only been sensible to divide the troops as small as could be afforded, and she moved now with her own small unit. While trained primarily in rear security tactics, Jill nonetheless put herself in the lead this time -- she knew more about the threats, yes, but she was, more importantly, the only one she trusted to take a blow if the B.O.W.s caught them off guard.
Not that it would matter if said blow took her head off her shoulders, she was aware.
One of her VZs held at waist height, the other strapped to her leg beneath a belt of backup ammunition, Jill moved along slowly, quietly, senses strained for a familiar sight or sound while her clip-on flashlight guided her light, careful footsteps.