@RuleOfWrist@_IAmThePunisher@ViolentSchism@RippedMainframe What did you do?
{Her small voice ringing clear and true, she studied the cruel gaze of the man trapped in the chair, noting the scars on his face without comment.
Her Daddy... He'd had friends with scars. Soldiers. Men who'd been burned in a blast, scarred by heated --
-- side of her wristwatch, opening a channel to @_IAmThePunisher, @CovertAndShit and @RuleOfWrist.}
You boys having a party on board?
{Offering the thugs flanking her a flirtatious grin, she trailed her fingers down the closest man's forearm, gently pressing closer than --
-- And it had never been personal.
Not until today.
Brow arching as she stepped from the gangplank on to the boat, the acrid stink of mildew, sweat and cigarette smoke giving her no more than a split second's pause, she casually pressed the transmitter on the --
-- them countless promotions and commendations.
Always faceless strangers, showering gratitude on them in a rush, the meaning of the appreciative words fading to white noise in the hurry to get on to the next mission.
How many times had they done this? Hundreds. --
{How many times had she and @Damaging_MyCalm been in this position?
Some arrogant idiot with his head jammed where the sun didn't shine, threatening the safety of the free world, and they'd jump into action; eliminating the target with enough style and aplom to earn --