#noblewarriorgenevieve

[mor-beck-more-problems]

noblewarriorgenevieve replied to your post:[pm] I know you wouldn't go, even if I wanted you to, so I'll save you the trouble. I'm staying.

[pm] We always have a choice. I won’t let them take that from me, too.

[pm] Very well. Then I will be with you.

[mor-beck-more-problems]

[pm] I know you wouldn't go, even if I wanted you to, so I'll save you the trouble. I'm staying.

[pm] We may not have any choice but to go, Gen. Are you sure this is what you want?

[hilariedavis]

Status Quo | Gen & Hilarie

Hilarie listened to the muted hum of the computer whir off as she snapped the last metal latch of the large case in front of her closed. She had time; her mark had a set schedule - never a minute early or a minute late, but she liked a couple hours to herself and her rifle beforehand. The last thing you wanted was for someone to go to the police and say 'hey - a couple minutes before that shooting? I saw a woman rushing up to that abandon building over there with a large suitcase. That's not important or anything, is it?'

No, it was definitely better to get your location early.

Hilarie already knew the rooftop and the surrounding area that she was headed to like the back of her hand - she'd spent two weeks learning the ins and outs of her marks schedule, looking for the ideal time to slip in. Conditions weren't great - the wind was slightly higher than she liked, it was drizzling outside - and after dark never made a good time for an assassination. But her target was apparently nocturnal, because after dark was the only time she could get him out in the open.

The building she would be stationed in and the warehouse her mark would be entering were close enough together and the blindless windows that would be directly across from her were like neon signs beckoning in the night. She didn't need to be an amazing shot to pull this job off (but it helped that she was). She'd scoped it out the day before and it was perfect - or as good as any location in London was going to get. In the most watched city in the world she'd managed to find a mark that almost purposefully seemed to avoid security cameras. Hey - had to get lucky sooner or later she thought with a small smile, nerves already jangling in anticipation as she hoisted the nondescript hard, black case over her shoulder and shut off the bedroom light; nudging her hotel room door closed and whistling jauntily as she strolled down the hall.

Rule two of being a janitor - never let anyone remember you as anything other than cheerful.

'Time to go kill bad guys' she murmured under her breath, the twitch of her lips blooming into a full blown grin. 'Hoo-rah.'

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Hilarie settled into her spot along the rim of the roof, hair itching under a dark baseball cap and shoulders already damp with mist. She'd been there two hours already and her back was beginning to cramp up. She didn't mind though. She'd had to sit on marks for twelve hour shifts, back in her military days.

Still, it would be good when it was over. When she could call Mr. Edgington and tell him to let his client know another job had been successfully accomplished. Happy client, one less enemy to worry about down the line. Besides - bad guys paying her to take out other bad guys? What about this job wasn't there to like?

She glanced at the clock on her wrist and smiled, training her eyes back through the sight of her rifle.

'Show time' she muttered into the still night air, putting her finger loosely on the trigger, focusing on her heart rate and then taking a long slow inhale of air; keeping her eyes open and her mind blank as she gently squeezed down and -

Almost a perfect shot.

Hilarie looked through her scope in satisfaction as the head of the target (Jim, her file had named him – but her targets never had names besides in her file. Easiest way to get attached, give something a name. Her targets weren’t people before or after moment of impact. They were a payload who’s time was up) jerked back. The trajectory was just a hair to the left, but Hilarie wasn’t going to nitpick. Conditions were shit and the target went down. That’s all that mattered. She exhaled the breath she had been holding slowly, the start of a grin just hinting at the corners of her mouth. She was about to move her face away from the sight and start packing up before anyone came looking, only to freeze and watch in horror as the target didn’t actually go down. Sure, his head snapped and he slumped down to the side– only to jerkily stand back up again and twitch his now ruined head towards the wall that was now painted with brain matter.

“What the fu-“ Hilarie exclaimed, only to cut off in shock as she watched her supposed to be dead target take a couple of fitful steps forward and let loose something that looked an awful lot like a roar through the site of the ex-marines scope. Ripping her eye away from the magnified glass Hilarie started rapidly dismantling the rifle she had been braced against, snapping opening the casing with practiced fingers, disassembling the tripod it had been housed on quickly and methodically. She knew FUBAR when she saw it and this was definitely FUBAR. She could either stick around and let her curiosity get her killed, or worse – caught... or she could get the hell out while the getting was good.

It was no contest. Hilarie chose getting the hell out every time.

She’d seen things when she was working that anti terrorism task force in Sudan; things that were easier to chalk up to wired nerves than reality. But when you saw something you couldn’t explain you kept your head down and you didn’t ask questions. Hilarie had never seen anything like this though. 

Didn't matter, she thought; her expression grim. Hoisting the disguised rifle case over her shoulder she vaulted down the stairs and fished a small disposable cell-phone out of her back pocket. It only had one number programmed in. As she stepped out onto the street she molded her face into blank disinterest, ignoring the way her left hand wouldn't stop shaking. It rang twice before a someone on the other end picked up. "Tell the client the job is no longer possible" she said calmly, and then hung up before the voice on the other end could respond.

She was just past the warehouse where she had attempted to kill Jim (because now that he was no longer a target he definitely had a name, one that she wouldn't be forgetting any time soon) when she did a half turn and hesitated for a moment; inhaling deeply.  She shot a quick look up at the smog filled sky, as if asking for guidance or shooting off a quick prayer.

'Fan-frigin-tastic' she muttered, eying the warehouse with apprehension before quickly tracing her steps back towards the ugly grey building.

"Zombie apocalypses here I come" Hilarie said, setting her face grimly as she approached the front door, dropping the case that had been bouncing uncomfortably on her shoulder onto the waiting sidewalk bellow; using the motion to smoothly duck down and pull a hand gun from her ankle holster.

"Great plan Davis," she chastised, crouching low and quietly moving forward, "what did they tell you in basic? Never walk into something blind?"

[hilariedavis]

noblewarriorgenevieve replied to your post:

At least they aren’t asking about your sex life.

Have we met?

[leatherduster]

noblewarriorgenevieve replied to your post:[pm] She gave her a bloody promotion.

[pm] Penelope. Bloody Tess.

[pm] She what? Why?

[leatherduster]

[pm] She gave her a bloody promotion.

[pm] I'm going to need a little more than that.

[leatherduster]

noblewarriorgenevieve replied to your post:[pm] Ignore that woman. She's awful.

[pm] No, I’m fairly certain she’s awful to everyone. Attitude problem.

[pm] It's impressive when someone has an attitude problem worse than mine. God, she's so frustrating to speak with. Thinks my entire existence is an issue. And that somehow I'm at fault for Salem being friends with Ezra and what not. Load of bollocks. 

[leatherduster]

[pm] Ignore that woman. She's awful.

[pm] You think so, too? And here I thought she was just rude to me cause of the fangs.