[Darkshadowmark] Bioactive [Huntress]

[Huntress]

Name: Amelia Bratianu
Age: 28
Appearance: http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e2...ps6edc05e8.jpg
Bio: Former United States Navy Seal.
Extreme combat proficiency, specializing in hand to hand combat and utilizing assault weaponry.
Preference: Handguns.
Kill count: 747 recorded kills (possibly more in unrecorded kills). 
Participant in the US-Korean wars for eight years. (Since enlistment at eighteen). 

She left under unknown circumstances and went into employment with the highly questionable military enforcement and research group known as the ‘Continued Research and Yconomus Networks’ (C.R.Y.net for short). She started a career within CRYNET working in the recently developed private military branch (Giving Crynet it's ‘Yconomus’ acronym which means ‘A Guardian’ in Latin) CRYNET Enforcement and Local Logistics (C.E.L.L. for short). She progressed through three ranks, going from the relatively high rank of Squad Commander, due to her experience in the Navy and combat proficiency, to Special Operations Agent then Special Operations Officer. She then disappeared off the map.
Originally leading a promising career within the Navy, well on her way to leading a small force of her own within the Navy and a long life in retirement, she was offered a prominent position within Crynet, jumping ahead a few years in a few days by letting her control her own squad right from the get go, a better pay, and twice the travel with no red tape or higher ups to hold her back. The offer was tempting, but at first, she refused outright, saying her life was to the Navy, but the next morning, she found herself waking up in the lobby of the Crynet main offices in Vancouver Canada.
‘CryNet always has a way of making things go their way.’
Extra: Amelia has a very distinct set of scars that adorn her left arm. She also has a serial number tattoo on her inner right wrist.


Lumen de Angelum Custodem
Lumen de Angelum Custodem
Lumen de Angelum Custodem

Lumen.De.Angelum.Custodem

A pain shot through Amelia’s head as she winced slightly. Her body felt weak as she almost collapsed but managed to keep herself standing by gripping onto a large armoire within the shop. With her jaw clenched she put pressure against her temples. A scene flashed through her mind, the constant beeping of a heart monitor. Medical equipment adorning every inch of the dull, room. The air was filled with the scent of various chemicals. The image flashed out of her mind. Looking around confused Amelia soon realized that she was still in the same spot in the store as before. While her brain was in another place pain crawled over and ripped through every inch of her being. Exhaling sharply with her jaw still clenched the tall, fit woman made her way to the closest chair and took a seat.

Still cradling her throbbing head Amelia grunted in frustration. “Leon...” She called not really caring that he was helping a customer. “Do we have any aspirin? My head is ready to explode.” She muttered the last bit. Sighing she sat up in the chair and looked over at the customer that had just walked in with the shield. It had been so sudden. Exhaling sharply she continued to clench her jaw. Why had that hospital scene been so vivid? Why did it cause her pain? She groaned slightly as the pain became sharper, her body grew tense and soon felt sore as if she had been at the gym for a week without a break. “God where did this come from?” She muttered to herself as she sighed once more and cradled her head again.

[Darkshadowmark]

Name: Leon Grace
Age: 29

Appearance:

Casually, he wears the same type of Black zip up sweatshirt and white Tee as in the picture. Typically, he wears a pair of Tan Khakkis and Black Steel toed boots

Personal Firearms: Designed with All three ranges in mind with an emphasis on mid range
ACR-35 "Grendel" (Note: Very large picture)

.45 ACP

He hides each weapon within caches in the store that only he knows how to access
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"Your mission, lieutenant Grace, is to make sure that miss Bratianu does not reactivate. She, as the prototype to the Dangoro Initiative, is exceedingly important. At one point in the future, we will have use for her, and we shall reprogram her life as a soldier back into her. For now, her body must adapt to our tests."

God...it has been almost two years...hasn't it? Two years since I last heard my orders to be her "Oldest and closest friend and make sure she doesn't become reactivated and destroy Crynet two years since he bid farewell to his sister...and now...

He craned his head slightly from where he was standing at the front counter and looked at Amelia, dusting and cleaning the shelves as they awaited their next customer. Standing on the tips of her toes to dust the top of a shelf where a few Nazi memorabilia was. Beautiful in all respects, sweet and kind, though stubborn and easy to anger. He often wondered if they actually reprogramed her personality or if she was always like this before she was forced to join Crynet.

A ring of a bell snapped his view back to the front as a lean man walked in hefting a Golden Tower Shield. Right from the get-go, he could see that it had a few ancient inscriptions on the top of it. Relatively clean and well cared for as well. He'd love to add that to the collection.

The man brought it up to the counter and, with Leon coming around and helping as well, lifted the heavy towershield onto the solid oak counter. "So, Sir, how many I help you today?" The man had little hair on his face and dark blonde hair on the top of his head, sporting a dark blue jacket and cargo pants, he seemed like he was a runner. "Yes you can, my father and I were outside of the city doing some metal detecting out by the beach and found this deep under the sand. If it's no trouble, I'd like the words on it translated and the shield itself appraised." "Sure thing, let me just-" The groan from the back of the store had him jerk around the counter to see Amelia gripping onto the Victorian armoire and grasping the side of her head in pain. Damn...another headache, might have to report this to Crynet...

He went up to the counter and kneeled down, grabbing a bottle of pills that were prescribed for her due to the splitting headaches she had been getting as of late. "I'm sorry sir, if you come back in an hour we'll have it translated and appraised for you." As he turned to head for the back of the store, the man responded with an "Okay" and left to finish up other errands and return later. Leon went to the back of the store and helped Amelia to a nearby Victorian comforted chair. He grabbed a glass of water from the other room and came back, giving her a dosage of pills. He then went to massaging her neck and shoulders, trying to alleviate the pain. "Will you be alright, Amy? You can take the rest of the day off if you want."

[Huntress]

The smooth yet firm and effective motions of Leon’s hands eased some of the tension flowing through Amelia’s muscles. Rolling her neck she exhaled in annoyance. “I don’t get it. Where do they come from? The doctor couldn’t figure it out. It’s really frustrating.” That worried her a bit, could it be something life threatening? Taking the pill and a gulp of water she shook her head. “I’m sorry Leon.” She did feel bad about always taking him away from work all the time. But the pain sometimes was just so immense she couldn’t move. “I’ll be fine. I just gotta wait for the pills to kick in and I’ll be up and running again.” She smirked at him. “What did that man bring?” She was curious. It sounded like it was something heavy.

Hearing the bell ring Amelia raised an eyebrow and met Leon’s hazel eyes. She motioned for him to go inside and help whoever entered. “I’ll be fine. I’ll come out when I’m not dying of pain.” She smirked. Sighing she leaned her head back in the chair. Her body still felt tense but she sat rather loosely it was odd. Looking around the room she focused on every little detail she could. Trying to take her mind away from the irritating pain. Slowly the pain seemed to subside as the bell to the front door rang again. Inhaling deeply Amy got up and exhaled as she walked around the door and into the main room. Seeing Leon she smirked as she continued cleaning the shelf. The pain was distant but it made it’s presence evident every now and then.

[Darkshadowmark]

Now lets see here...come on you little...get over here...

Leon struggled to get the Golden Tower shield onto the work desk near where Amelia was working. He was glad to see her up so quickly. For her sake, he'd report her headaches to Crynet and see if they have something to help her out. It killed him to see her in so much pain. Now, the Tower Shield however, he couldn't care how much pain it got into because the Damn thing weighed a ton. Obviously ornamental, the inscriptions on it were in basic Latin, easy to translate. He reached into a drawer on the desk and pulled out a magnifying glass. Though before he went to work at translating the words, he inspected the shield more closely.

It was definitely over five hundred years old, the substance it's made out of, pure gold, explained why it hasn't deteriorate over time. The kid that found it must have put some love into it in it's cleaning as it looks as if it was made just a day ago. There were a number of symbols on it, on the left side, Angels flying towards the right half where what looked like Demons flying towards the left. Each one was intricately detailed, showing the veins in the wings of the demons and the feathers in the Angel's wings. In the middle was the holy cross of the ancient church. A paladin's trophy perhaps. The Latin words were spread across the top part of the shield, each letter was detailed enough to seem as if it popped out of the shield. He held the magnifying glass over the letters and read them to himself. After he finished, he was stunned for a moment, as if the words he read were ones he was supposed to know. They were important...gah, it was on the tip of his tongue! He read them again, but aloud so she could hear and see if she knew what they meant.

Insolubilia
Lumen
de Angelum
Custodem

He turned to her, about to ask what she knew about them, then it hit him. That was her reactivation code! After two years, he forgot about the damn code! FUCK!

He didn't have the time to curse himself as she doubled over in pain again, the inner workings of her mind melding with what had been implanted in her. The knowledge of her combat training, her experience in combat, every man she's ever killed, every secret she witnessed within Crynet. Every last bit being reinjected at the same time. Leon could not fathom the pain, but neither could he fathom the excuse he would have to make to Crynet...or what to do. He was just told to report back to Crynet if something like this happened...but could he?

[Huntress]

Her hands released the helmet that she was cleaning. Every sound around her faded out until the only thing echoing through her ears were those four words.

Lumen
de Angelum
Custodem

The words seemed familiar to her, as if she had heard them before, that they meant something important. Her head shot in Leon’s direction, her body felt like it was being controlled by some unfamiliar force as she moved towards him with unknown anger and rage. Before she could reach him her legs gave out. Reaching out she broke the fall with her hands. An immense amount of pain exploding through her body. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes tightly. “...Leon.” She growled behind clenched teeth. It was angrier than intended. Amelia groaned in pain as she clutched at the small area rug.

Her body was tensed, even tighter than before. Every muscle flexed as if her figure was waiting to attack. Her ears began to ring no sounds entering. Just the constant annoying high pitch squeal. She moaned in pain as one hand clutched at her stomach. Opening her eyes her vision was blurred; slowly she keeled over to her side. Tears streaming down her face a she choked in pain. Assuming a fetal position the woman held her head as she continued to tear from the pain. No sounds escaped her as she brought her knees up as close to her body as she could. Gritting her teeth she continued to clutch at her head it was ready to explode. Another groan of great pain escaped her as her body trembled slightly.

A scene unfolded within her mind. Amelia was in the same operating room as she always saw but this time she was on the operating table and the room had people this time. Surgeons.
The annoying constant beeping of the heart monitor rang through her ears. The same smells, consisting of an array of chemicals.
There was pain coming from every way possible, it was within her and around her. The usually dull operating light was extremely bright this time around, any face she tried to focus on was dark. Someone leaned in closer to take a look, their features blank, nothing. She tried to look around but with the slightest movement the pain became worse. The familiar words were heard within this familiar yet unknown scene. A female voice speaking them repeatedly. The scene abruptly ended and faded to black.

Everything soon came to a sudden stop. Letting go of her head she rolled over onto her back, swallowing the dry lump in her throat she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry for the first few moments but cleared up rather quickly. It seemed to be clearer than before. Blinking a few times Amelia continued to look at the ceiling confused. Her eyes were focusing on details that seemed so small and subtle. The specks of dust in the air, so clear, and there were so many. The grain of the wooden armoire was so crisp it was as if she was looking at it through a magnifying glass. She hadn’t noticed that her hearing had returned either. The steady, abnormally loud thumping of a heart is what brought her to focus.

Badump
Badump
Badump
Badump...

Another heart beat soon joined hers, the two sounds were in sync, second by second. Steady breathing. The floor squeaking under someone. The quick nearly silent skittering of something small running across the wooden floor. Someone talking on the phone, two people holding a conversation, cars driving passed quickly, so many different types of music. A dog barking? Kids playing? Where were all these sounds coming from? A set of footsteps stood out as they sounded like they were getting closer, but seemed to be coming from afar. All the sounds slowly faded out as Amelia winced once again pain ripping up her spine and spreading to every inch of her body. Looking down at her arm she stared in shock as she watched her veins protrude as if something thick was traveling through her blood. Her clothes felt extremely tight for a few moments. Not paying attention to her body she didn’t notice as her muscles seemed to thicken and expand for those few moments before returning to their regular size.

The bell to the front door rang, it was so loud it caused Amy to wince and cover her ears before she stood up and dusted herself off. Glancing at Leon she seemed confused and walked back to the helmet she had dropped. Picking it up she continued cleaning it. It was probably best for them to talk after the customer had left. Looking at the man the two locked eyes for a moment. Something seemed familiar about him, she couldn’t pinpoint it but she knew. Glancing at Leon she put the helmet back on it’s shelf before making her way over to the man. “How can I help you sir?”

She took in every inch of the man, every detail, from clothing to markings anything to identify him in the future. It was something she had never done before and although it did confuse the dark haired woman it somehow felt right and easy, as if she’d done it before. She chose to ignore the confusion and continue with her analysis. She hadn’t realized how intimidating she looked as she studied the man. After she finished analyzing the male she stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Uh...yes, I came in about an hour ago with a shield. I had asked to get it appraised and translated?” He explained and looked Amelia in the eyes. She noticed he was hesitant but stood his ground.

“Ah yes, the one with the latin on it? Insolubilia Lumen de Angelum Custodem? The Impenetrable Light of the Guardian Angel.” She smirked. “If I’m not mistaken.” Turning to Leon she walked over to him and the shield. Picking it up she brought it over to the front and placed it between the man and herself. “I can’t help you with the appraisal but” She motioned towards Leon. “He can.” She smiled. “Leon, care to help the man?” She asked as she looked at her friend. Watching the man walk over to help the other she tilted her head to the side as the older man who brought the shield in kept glancing at her. Fear was in his eyes, it was in the atmosphere and she could smell it. Walking up to the two she stood behind Leon. “He’s scared...” She whispered to Leon. “Why would he be scared? Is he hiding something?” She questioned before walking around the counter and moving to the front door.

Twisting the knob she locked the entrance to the store and casually walked back but didn’t move behind the counter. She continued cleaning the shelves as her senses were focused on the two men. The man’s fear only became stronger and Amelia couldn’t help but glance at him as he shot glances towards her, their eyes meeting once more. She really wanted to know what scared him so much. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous?

[Darkshadowmark]

Yeah...he's not the only one afraid. I may be enhanced myself, but if YOU get pissed...

After telling the man the appraisal of the item, he could see that the man wouldn't be able to carry out the piece alone. He hefted the piece and walked around the counter, heading for the door, he unlocked the door that she closed and lead the man out, making sure that Amy wasn't right behind him. She was definitely reactivated, and she was definitely pissed. "My car is just around the corner" The man walked a little faster than he did, heading around the corner just before Leon could. When he turned the corner, there was no car, but there was a .44 mag revolver shoved in his face. "Shit" "Where is she?! Where is Amelia you Crynet dog?!" ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXrcq7xy4So ) He didn't have the time to be surprised by the fact that they knew who and what he was as another man approached from behind and placed another gun to his head, though he didn't know what gun. With all the strength he could muster, in a single motion, he tossed the shield forward, forcing the man with the .44 to catch it, and slammed his elbow backward into the other man's stomach and jerking his chin down onto Leon's shoulder. He grabbed the back of his head and popped his shoulder up while twisting the man's head, snapping it with a satisfying crunch.

The man ahead of him threw down the shield and placed his fingers in his mouth, letting out a high pitched whistle, three other men emerged from the shadows of alleyways nearby and ran over with clubs and baseball bats. Leon ran forward to the man that called the others and placed his hands onto his shoulders and flipped over him, planting his feet on the attacker's back in the process and broke it, killing the man instantly. He jumped off as the corpse fell to the ground and rolled to a standing position where he then reached into his sweatshirt and pulled his .45 ACP out of it's holster. (Thankfully it was the one gun that Amelia let him have around the place, little did she know that it was for more than just home defense) He aimed it at one of the thugs that had a large club and fired three times, each shot being placed at his chest. He dropped down without a sound just as a crowd started to gather within nearby buildings. He put his hood up quickly to mask his identity just as another thug reached him and swung with his bat. He ducked just in time for the bat to give him a haircut and hit the brick building next to them and shatter. He elbowed the thug in his exposed groin and placed his pistol underneath his chin and fired. Leon then turned to the last man just now approaching at fired three more times and watched the man drop to his knees and look at Leon once more as he placed a bullet between the thug's eyes, sending him to oblivion and signifying the emptying of Leon's clip.

Without waiting for police to arrive, he turned to head back to the store only to see Amelia behind him, staring with a mixture of shock, awe, and seething anger. He threw up his hands to chest level and spoke, keeping his hood on so onlookers wouldn't recognize him. Thankfully, Amelia's hair hid her identity. "I can explain..."

Half an our later, after all the bodies were cleaned up and the police paid off by a certain benefactor thanks to an elaborate excuse.

With a closed sign on the front door and the two sitting across from each other on black lounge sofas in the "Employee lounge" in another room in the back of the store, Leon explained what had happened outside, though he avoided the subject of just how he managed to survive the ordeal. He wanted to avoid telling her about what he was as long as he possibly could, though he didn't know exactly how long he could. She was actually an intelligent woman, unlike most of the denizens of Sanfrancisco.

[Huntress]

With her jaw clenched she listened and he was soon done. “So they just attacked you? For no reason?” Her eyes were locked onto his. “There was a reason, there had to be a reason, so don’t lie to me Leon.” Her words were firm as his story didn’t make sense. First of all if they were thugs or muggers they had no reason to attack him. He didn’t have anything they could have wanted. Or that’s what Amelia assumed. If anything he was helping them. She swallowed hard as that new analytical side of her mind took over again, she studied everything he did, every movement any little detail. He looked like he was hiding something. Leaning forward a bit Amelia looked at him. “What is it Leon? What are you hiding?” If the man was in any kind of trouble she wanted to help, but how could she do that if he didn’t tell her. “Do you owe someone money? Was there a bad deal somewhere in your past? Drugs? Weapons? What?” She moved even closer. “I want to help you Leon, but how can I if you don’t talk to me.”

She sighed and sat back. “When you had gone out, when the fight broke out I heard my name, I don’t know how, considering you were down the street. But that man said my name. Who was he? How did he know my name...what did he want?” It was question after question. She felt like she was interrogating the man, a man who she considered her best friend, someone who shouldn’t have to lie to her, someone that she should be able to trust. “He looked really familiar. Like I knew him from somewhere.” She said and looked at her friend. Inhaling deeply she exhaled slowly. “Why was he scared...why are you scared now?” She was partially confused by her words. Why did she know that he was scared? Or intimidated at least. Studying him once more she realized how she knew. It was in his body language, she could smell it and feel it in the air.

“We’re friends aren’t we?” She asked simply. “We’ve been best friends forever Leon, shouldn’t we be able to trust each other, talk to each other?” She explained. “I trust you and talk to you. So let me help you. With whatever your situation is.” Amelia sighed. “Or else I might as well just go home and try to ignore the fact that you just killed a bunch of guys and managed to get the cops off your back.” She said. There was definitely something more to the man Amelia considered her best friend. The fact that he took all those men and got the police off his ass was something that definitely intrigued her and seemed a little suspicious. Standing up she sighed and looked down at the man. “Maybe you should’ve just let him take the shield out himself. I don’t know why you had to help him.” Walking to the coat hangar behind the door she grabbed her jacket and put it on. “Anyways, since you don’t seem like you wanna talk I’m gonna head home. Unless you’ve changed your mind, then I’m all ears. If not, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Zipping up her jacket Amelia turned around and started making her way to the entrance. Glancing over her shoulder one more she me Leon’s hazel eyes. “You can trust me Leon I don’t know why you’d think differently.”

[Darkshadowmark]

And now, he was forced to choose. Of course he was forced to choose. The friend he had made over the last two years, or his job which he was planning to quit in three months. He placed an elbow on his thigh and a hand on his chin, listening to each of her words intently. He had no explanation for this, nor did he have a plan. As she turned to leave, mentioning their friendship and trust, he had to question if he could trust her with her being reactivated. If he did what he was thinking of doing, she'd try to destroy Crynet. If he didn't, he could warn Crynet and have a better life in the longrun. The last year for them had been...fruitful to say the least. He trusted her quite a lot, she'd been his friend when he needed it and vice versa, and unlike the first year of their friendship, the second was sincere. He made a deep sigh and was quiet for a moment as she turned to leave, possibly with a tear in her eye.

"...Crynet..."

She stopped, turning back towards him and locking with his eyes, though he did not lock back. He remained motionless, staring a hole through the coffee table in front of him.

"Continued Research and Yconomus Networks, three years ago, you used to work for them. You used to be in the United States Navy as a Navy Seal until Crynet wanted you as their guinea pig. They offered you a job, but you refused, so they partially brainwashed you to their side. You worked for them for a few years in their private military, ruthless and cold. You were the best among them. When you were promoted to Special Operations, they...put you into a medical room and used you to test the Dangoro Initiative, creating a super soldier. Your body took to it like a rat to cheese and you were enhanced by the drugs and the muscle enhancements. You were put back into the field as a test to see how you would handle the Dangoro Serum. You reacted perfectly, exhibiting performance and durability several times that of a normal human being can hope to achieve. Then...two years ago...Control Group 6N..."

He knew that would trigger something in her mind, remembering the children of Control Group 6N. His eyes sunk a bit along with his heart as he spoke.

"By accident, you witnessed the experiment on Control Group 6N, an experiment to see how the Dangoro Serum mark 6N would affect children...when they were injected, they were normal at first, everything went fine, then something went wrong and they turned on each other as if they were cannibals. Of the forty girls and boys between the ages of five and nine, five survived, and they were put down. You snapped when you saw what happened and killed a recorded eighty nine officers, scientists and guards before they finally subdued you. You were put into a coma and you were...reprogrammed...given a new life. They didn't kill you because you were a perfect byproduct of the Dangoro Serum, they figured they would need you at some point and be able to call you back and even get some test results on the prolonged effects of the Dangoro Serum. You were placed here in San Francisco with a handler to make sure that everything went smoothly..."

He took another deep breath before speaking again, his voice dropping into a much sadder tone.

"I am...was...that handler. You were programmed to have a life long "Best Friend", and for the first year of you being reprogrammed, it was a good act. I didn't think it would last that long at the time. This past year...It was all sincere, I look at you like a best friend, I trust you. Hell, the only reason I'm saying any of this is because I trust you on an exceedingly deep level. The only reason I do is because I realized that you cannot reprogram a personality, just memories. Even though you remember what Crynet told you to remember, you are who you have always been...I don't expect you to not go after Crynet for what they did to you and Control Group 6N, know that I'd like to help, but I have orders to live by...

He reached into his sweatshirt and pulled out the .45 caliber pistol that he used earlier. He saw her tense up, but didn't move to comfort her. He checked the clip and made sure there was a bullet in the chamber. He turned the safety off and spoke again.

"I am under strict orders to empty my skull with this should you gain knowledge of the information I just told you. Ironically, I was going to retire in three months and continue being your friend without having any troubles in the back of my mind..." He looked at her and smiled for a second, but it faded quickly. "You know now that our first year of knowing each other was a lie, but you also know that this last year was not. I can say it was the greatest year I've ever had, in fact. The carnival, the antique shop, our trip to Toronto to see that damn beautiful city...it was real..."

He was quiet for a moment before he flipped the gun and held it by the barrel. He reached forward and placed it on the glass coffee table with the handle pointed towards where she was standing and the barrel pointed at him. He clasped his hands together and looked her straight in the eye, unblinking.

"I...I'll let you decide if I should follow my orders, Amy."

[Huntress]

The name echoed through her mind as her body tensed up just at the sound of the word. It was something her body and mind reacted to, not in a positive way either. Her blood began to boil as her body started to shake with anger. Her jaw was tightly clenched as she stepped forward and was about to speak but was cut off as Leon began to explain everything. With every scene and Intel he provided a memory flashed accordingly. She could feel the pain and what she had been through as she winced at each image that flashed through her mind. Looking at Leon again she unzipped her jacket and dropped it to her side as she moved closer to the man. The rage and anger returning. Gritting her teeth she stepped forward but stopped herself from getting any closer to the man. Most of her was screaming out, telling her to grab the man by the throat and force him to tell her everything and make him take her to CRYNET. But the smallest, most subtle part of her, the part she was currently listening to was telling her to wait. Give the man a chance and wait to see what he had to say.

“Our history...most of it is...” Amelia swallowed hard. “Made up? A lie?” She met his eyes, sadness in hers. “None of it was real? The childhood memories...high school...college...The only thing that is true has been the last two years?” The sadness continued in her eyes and also became evident in her voice. Amy looked at Leon, her eyes watery as she stepped back, ready to leave. As he reached into his sweater she sped forward but stopped herself just millimeters away from him when she realized it wasn’t a threat. Her tense body loosened slightly as she went from clenching her jaw to gritting her teeth, her eyes glaring into his. Leon’s words continued and although she had returned to her enraged state Amelia found herself listening once again.

Looking at the gun then to him Amelia continued to listen. It only got louder and louder for her. Meeting his eyes a small gleam of acceptance shimmered before she shoved the man, sending him flying as she fell to one knee. The front door burst open, the bell ringing loudly as glass shattered. Five heavily armed men entered, all with machine guns in their arms. As they opened fire so did Amelia.

One...
Two...
Three...

The soldiers hit the ground, three instant kills, two head shots and one with a round to the chest, perfectly placed as it flew between the layers of armor and through the mans heart. Bullets sprayed around Amelia, two rounds hitting her in the shoulder and one in the arm. With the gun clicking empty she tossed the weapon aside and dove for cover. Looking over at Leon she met his eyes. “Are you alright?” She asked. “I’m sorry, it was the best way I could get you out of the way.” She explained. Hearing the remaining guards reload she ran out of her cover and slid to the next best position. Frustration was written all over Amelia’s face. She had to take the two guards out with her hands. Wishing she had a weapon she exhaled quickly and sharply. The wounds hurt but she found herself ignoring the pain at the moment and focusing on her targets. Peeking around her cover she quickly withdrew as they both fired at her. “Fucking shit...” She muttered as she panted. “LEON! Tell me you have more guns in this store!” She called out. “It would be really helpful right about now.”

[Darkshadowmark]

He took a few bullets when she pushed him back and over the couch. A few rounds went through the couch and penetrated his rip cage. Nothing serious though. She spoke, asking if he had weapons, he sighed, knowing the answer. He pushed the couch up a bit and reached into his shirt, fishing out a key. He ripped back the carpet to reveal a small safe with a lock in the middle, he stuck the silver key into it and opened it up, reaching inside and pulling out her request, along with a couple clips for the pistol. He tossed the clips her way and cocked his own weapon, His ACR-35 Grendel. Before he popped up to attack, he reached into the safe again to open an inner door and pull out something else, a pair of dog tags. Her dog tags to be precise. He threw them over to her. "Here, since we're not keeping secrets any more. You might want those. And bump the wall seven times, three times lightly, four times hard, and wait for my rifle to pop out and grab it, we have to move fast."

"Move up! Johnson! Pop a smoke in there!"

Hearing the command, Leon popped from behind the sofa and fired his semi-automatic rifle as a few others moved into the entrance. They went down as they entered as Leon fired five bullets out of his high powered assault rifle and pierced their armors. When it was quiet, he rolled backwards and hit the wall behind him in a specific sequence and opened a door. "This will lead to the alleyway behind the store, head out and into the apartments, I'll cover you. And don't grab my armor, I'll get that on my way out. Don't head home, they'll have that place tagged. We'll find a place to hide for a while, don't worry. Now go"