The gunship passed overhead, its rotors a thundering sound of inevitable doom for the prey it was seeking. It shone its lights through the forest, illuminating everything in its path and ensuring that nothing went unnoticed. Inside, the pilot and crew scanned with infrared visors and ready trigger fingers; an insurmountable reward awaited them for accomplishing this task.
"Remember," said the team leader, "Our orders are to shoot to kill, especially the Twelve Progenitor, otherwise known as NECRO." "What of the other one who deserted with him?" inquired his lieutenant. "She's expendable but don't worry if we cannot kill her outright, tovarisch. According to the files, she's already on borrowed time. Her usefulness to the G-Project ended long ago and Lord Gill was simply letting her live out her days. He was getting tired of repeated escape attempts anyways, although if it weren't for her most recent before this, we wouldn't be in the position of obtaining high favor that we are in now. Trust me, if our bullets don't kill her she will expire of her own accord."
Ever so briefly, the lieutenant balked at the idea of so harshly sentencing an innocent girl --whose only actual crime thus far was trying to lead what many would consider a normal confinement free life--to death. But then again, he thought, she was just a sick orphan when we found her. She was already doomed to die young. And she'd obviously chosen desertion over any chance to save her that Gill or any of Dr. Kure's scientists might have offered had she remained loyal. She's cast her lot, he decided and now she'll just have to take what fate has to offer. Which admittedly wasn't much given the circumstances--and the now condemned company that she'd aligned herself with. Thinking once more of the proverbial bigger fish and of the honor that he and his crew would receive upon landing said fish, the Illuminati lieutenant hefted his gun and, smiling grimly to himself turned to readdress his superior. "So when does the fun begin?"