"I had that dream again." Valkyrie says with a blank, almost lifeless expression on her face. "It doesn't matter now, don't you see? We're here now, we have to do this!" Frost snipes back with a glare, maddening in her disposition. Valkyrie puts down her MPX, and raises her hands together begrudgingly, as if asking Frost for mercy. "I had his blood" she pauses briefly realizing that she's told this dream to frost over and over again, there was no point in even trying to express how she felt. She knew, frost knew, everyone knew. This wasn't how it was suppose to turn out. Her voice reflects that fact as she cries out one last time in a whimper. "All over my hands..."
A dark, sultry voice appears over their ear pieces. "You need to keep the hostage secure, fortify the room. Tangos in route to AO. Extraction is being prepared." It was just like every time, at least the first part was. Except this time, it was real. Frost grabs her old, beautifully painted C1 SMG and points it to the door down the stairs. "What the fuck are you going to do! What if he walks through that door? Are you just going to let him kill you? Things are different now! You need to pull it together!" Rook's voice comes through with a calm demeanor of godliness from the foyer of The Chalet. "This is what we trained for! Setting trauma pack here! Pass these plates around! I'll be here to support you if needed. I expect nothing but your best." A sense of relief falls over the building, a predictability that they have both experienced many times. "Pull it together, or were all going to fucking die." Frosts finishes with a calmer tone as one tear rolls down her pasty white cheeks. "Yeah." Valkyrie hesitates. "Yeah, you're right."
She picks up her MPX and runs down the stairs to where the trauma pack was placed. As she's fitting her armour Pulse's voice echo's through her headset. "Tangos spotted, North, North-East. 20 seconds!" She runs down the long hallway to the Trophy Room before hiding like a shadow behind an already broken northern window, poised with her Black Eye in hand. She reaches deep in-between her chest to grasp a heart shape locket which she pulls out and opens with familiarity. A picture of her with Craig 'Blackbeard' Jenson, is inside. They stand in front of a lake house, in civilian clothes, holding a newborn baby together. "Et tu, Brute?" She whispers to her self silently as she rubs the only memory of his face. Her sentimental look turns quickly to incessant anger as she rips off the locket and stuffs it in her pocket. She looks up and postures to throw her Black Eye out of the window. With a sense of determination on her face she activates her headset to reassure Frost. "Just remember, only two people in the world can get this job done, I'm one of them."