@insurrectiiion ( Rufus )
“Sir.” She bowed her head, a mark of respect, for she did respect the man. Elena, had done her best to appear, well, presentable. There had been no time to shower or get changed, but the black suit and black shirt did well to hide the blood, it was why she liked it. Her hair still damp, from a half-arsed attempt to get blood out of her blonde hair. She felt her stomach sink.
Failure felt, horrible.
It felt worse than the wounds she had sustained, that she probably should have gone to medical for but, no, it could be dealt with later. Despite everything, her mind was fully focused on her job.
There was, a near cold professionalism as she lifted her head, and took a deep breath, it stung, caught on broken rib, she convinced herself it could be dealt with later, and it was irrelevant. What was relevant, was the fact she couldn’t complete the mission. It didn’t matter that they were stretched thin, that she had been lucky to escape with her life, that the rookie shouldn’t have been sent on her own. No. You completed the mission. That was the end all and be all of being a Turk. It was in her blood.
“I…I couldn’t locate the target Sir.” That right there, was a sentence she was never going to say ever again. “I arrived at the location, and AVALANCHE were already occupying the outpost.” She had been ambushed, the God’s only knew the clean up she had let behind her, blood splattered walls, and dead combatants, but even she ran out of ammo. “It appears the intelligence we received was incorrect, however, I should have been more prepared.” She would take responsibility for this, even if it wasn’t her fault.
“How do you wish to proceed Sir?”
