09-09-2018, 01:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2018, 12:55 AM by Nika Raskov.)
No it wasn’t entirely plausible she was in the tunnels right at that very moment. No sane person ventured into the underground what with all the criminals, monsters and other nasty things lurking beneath the city. All of that made for the perfect honing ground though. She was a native after all. Well, a dual native. Was that a thing? Regardless, she couldn’t spend all her time training in VR. As an Atherim Asset (III) she was used exclusively for delicate, off-the-books tasks, not, monster hunting of the non-channeler variety. Nika though was of the school of thought where preparation and practice were what kept you alive. She’d never stop one kind of training just because the current job was specialized. As it was wrong to just murder a bunch of humans in the name of practice, the same could not be said of monsters. The Underground was perfect for that.
She had happened upon a small pack of Rougarou about an hour prior. They were feeding on the last member of a ghost tour gone horribly wrong. No kidding. There was some wicked-hilarity in that. Nika had seriously nearly lost it when she found the dumbass tour leader with the pamphlets. Well what was left of him. The rest of the party had fled the wrong way down and down and even further down to their doom. Naturally. Well rather unnaturally. She’d picked off a straggler who really liked bone marrow and spent some time after trying to locate the screaming. Tunnels were echoey and by the time she’d found the right location, it had been too late. Oh well, she’d tried.
Being the cautious sort and having been ambushed down here before, Nika had carefully circled the pack in the surrounding tunnels. Just to make sure she had them all. With her answer in the affirmative, the assassin found a vantage point and picked them off with her highly modified SDFNp90. The young Atharim preferred caseless telescoped ammunition in that she didn’t have to expose herself to the folly of looking for her spent shells. Her weapons were suppressed as the rapport of a gunshot tended to draw attention. All that to say when the Rougarou were done, so was she.
Or so she thought.
Nika was not a moron. This place was a maze she’d nearly been lost in before and had also nearly died as a result. Now it was her SOP to leave breadcrumbs in the form of drones. She carried a burner wallet on missions, never the Atherim wallet, but Big Brother could get emergency signals from on high and relay them to each successive micro drone as the signal down here wasn’t that great sometimes. The micro drones telephone-gamed her some coordinates and a coded message. 53k5hun8. Really. She chewed on that a moment as it was a general call and not her problem. Still, her forearm tac display said she was close.
Despite the darkness she activated her quantum camouflage and made her way as quickly as was possible to still remain silent in the damp tunnels. Her tunnel intersected a larger one and a figure passed by, gun drawn. Was this the message sender? One way to find out. She drew her sidearms quietly.
Scouts were sent to cover the rear in case he was being followed. She came up behind him. The assassin was clad head to toe in dark gray tactical gear, no part of her skin exposed for identification. The vest she wore could cause reasonable doubt as to gender as well...aperture headwear would further confuse the matter. Protect your Assets. A silent command turned off the camouflage and she withdrew her eyeports. The SDFNp90 was on her back. She was in full war-mode. Cold, soulless demon-blue eyes regarded his head. Almost a whisper. “You rang?”
She had happened upon a small pack of Rougarou about an hour prior. They were feeding on the last member of a ghost tour gone horribly wrong. No kidding. There was some wicked-hilarity in that. Nika had seriously nearly lost it when she found the dumbass tour leader with the pamphlets. Well what was left of him. The rest of the party had fled the wrong way down and down and even further down to their doom. Naturally. Well rather unnaturally. She’d picked off a straggler who really liked bone marrow and spent some time after trying to locate the screaming. Tunnels were echoey and by the time she’d found the right location, it had been too late. Oh well, she’d tried.
Being the cautious sort and having been ambushed down here before, Nika had carefully circled the pack in the surrounding tunnels. Just to make sure she had them all. With her answer in the affirmative, the assassin found a vantage point and picked them off with her highly modified SDFNp90. The young Atharim preferred caseless telescoped ammunition in that she didn’t have to expose herself to the folly of looking for her spent shells. Her weapons were suppressed as the rapport of a gunshot tended to draw attention. All that to say when the Rougarou were done, so was she.
Or so she thought.
Nika was not a moron. This place was a maze she’d nearly been lost in before and had also nearly died as a result. Now it was her SOP to leave breadcrumbs in the form of drones. She carried a burner wallet on missions, never the Atherim wallet, but Big Brother could get emergency signals from on high and relay them to each successive micro drone as the signal down here wasn’t that great sometimes. The micro drones telephone-gamed her some coordinates and a coded message. 53k5hun8. Really. She chewed on that a moment as it was a general call and not her problem. Still, her forearm tac display said she was close.
Despite the darkness she activated her quantum camouflage and made her way as quickly as was possible to still remain silent in the damp tunnels. Her tunnel intersected a larger one and a figure passed by, gun drawn. Was this the message sender? One way to find out. She drew her sidearms quietly.
Scouts were sent to cover the rear in case he was being followed. She came up behind him. The assassin was clad head to toe in dark gray tactical gear, no part of her skin exposed for identification. The vest she wore could cause reasonable doubt as to gender as well...aperture headwear would further confuse the matter. Protect your Assets. A silent command turned off the camouflage and she withdrew her eyeports. The SDFNp90 was on her back. She was in full war-mode. Cold, soulless demon-blue eyes regarded his head. Almost a whisper. “You rang?”