Hi. Me again, hello. I may just do these little Author notes at the top every once and a while.
I have high hopes for this fanfiction, and I may take it farther than my other ones. I may even do a little tumblr blog for it, but that's still to be determined.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.
Plastic shoes clacked against the tiled floors of a deep hallway, following behind a set of carefully clicking heels.
Miss Pauling smiled softly as she glanced behind her at the newest recruit for the RED team.
A tanned Filipino woman with vividly dark brown eyes, and dark brown hair that had been hacked with an axe to her shoulders. She wore a carefully buttoned red shirt, black shorts, and a pair of rather unfitting plastic sandals. Snuggly around her neck, and covering her mouth, was a yellow cloth.
"How was your flight?"
…..
"Still jet lagged?"
…..
Miss Pauling nodded, and simply turned back around and walked. The woman didn't seem all that 'up' to be here. She could understand though, this sort of business wasn't filled with all that much glamour or glitz, nor was it one to really brag about to the fam-Well..Most family.
Upon the coming of the new year, with the 70's rolling in the next year, the Administrator had noticed a rather disheartening discovery. For two years the men of the war had gotten wise about their little war it seemed, and majority of the time just focused on killing one another except actually doing the achievement or their goal.
It hindered progress to an existential amount, and would just lead to them getting done with their jobs quicker if they killed off one another left and right. More kills, more points, more money, more chances of getting done early.
Getting their job done quicker meant that they would have time to spend outside of work.
Left room to ponder.
Left room to question..
...
She didn't need that.
Thus came the birth of the newest support class, a position filled for a specific gender that would definitely get male attention.
A proper Decoy.
The door to the Administration's office opened with a creak, and the aged female hummed as she blew out a puff of smoke.
"Administrator." Miss Pauling smiled at her, ushering the FIlipino in. "She's arrived."
"I noticed, Miss Pauling…." The boss looked over the woman in the sandals, and pointed at a seat before her desk. "Sit."
There was a pause, a question it seemed, about if she should trust the seat and the two woman in the room…..Before finally going over and sitting down in it, shifting in the seat a bit with a frown. Seats were terribly uncomfortable…
Rather blatantly ignoring the woman's discomfort, the Administrator slid over a manila folder that had papers inside. "Please, check to make sure all of the information we have is correct, Miss."
Real names were restricted it seemed throughout the place, aside from Miss Pauling..Though, perhaps, that wasn't even her real name.
Still, she did as told. The Filipino carefully took the folder and flickered through the chicken scratch that she didn't understand, and only saw the numbers.
Her age.
Weight.
Height.
Number of family members, with a few of their names...
All seemed to be in order, as far as she could tell.
With a nod, she returned the manila folder after signing by an "X_ _ _ _" sort of formation at the bottom of the last page.
The woman with smoke as her air gave a wired smile it seemed. Wire like the cage that she was now entrapped in, as a glint of metal was seen from the Filipina's side, and she felt the all-too familiar sting of a metal rod hitting her head.
Lights out.
She blinked awake later, feeling the side of her head, anticipating a wince...Only to blink in surprise when she felt no sort of pain on her head, but more in her chest it seemed, her heart beat off it felt like...
"Ah, you're awake." Miss Pauling...The glasses wearing woman was seated right beside her as she laid in a room. Her room, she guessed, by the fact that her belongings had been moved here. The two ruck-sacks of clothes that she had, a few bags of lollipops, and a little journal with a few letters... "I'm glad. Now, we've already had you fitted with our latest biological technology inside of you, and have fitted your uniform that you'll be using. Please make sure that you stay in uniform whenever you're on the job."
With a hum, Miss Pauling went to the corner of the room, and brought over a bag of weapons.
As she was walking though, the Filipino looked around a bit. It was a small wooden room it seemed, her bed plush and soft, softer than any one that she could remember having...A little window above her brought in some natural light, and a light bulb was carefully put in the middle of the ceiling.
"Here are your weapons." Aaaand Miss Pauling brought her back to reality...Carefully, she sat up, and looked over the weapons as the purple-clad girl handed them to her. "Your primary is a CIS Ultimax 100, it should be okay, and you can get practice with it during your training. Secondary are a few flash bang explosives, and a tiny pistol that you can keep on you. Melee is a Igorot Headhunting Axe, and should be rather simple to use. Take it, swing, done. You'll also be set up with a little mini teleporter that can send you to your team mates at any given time."
With that, the glasses wearer held out a hand to the newest member of the team. "Welcome aboard, Decoy."
The Decoy frowned as she adjusted her new shirt, frowning at it. She wore a red button down long sleeved shirt, an orange vest, black pants, red shoes, her tattered yellow bandanna still around her neck to cover her mouth. On the vest was a line of flash bangs, and a few flares that Miss Pauling gave her on the side. On her back, the handle of an ax peeked out over her right shoulder.
On a little muted orange sash though on her left arm, was a symbol marked in red. An explosion sign, with what looked to be an interrobang in the middle of it...
"And here." The woman turned, waving a hand towards a locker. "Is where you'll keep majority of your weapons before your killings, they'll be safe here, don't worry...Unless a Spy comes in, but you'll figure out what to do if that happens."
(place: Intel Room for RED base)
That was a bit easier.
The new Support class hummed, rolling her shoulders a bit as she walked into a sort of conference room of the Red Base, almost all of her weapons gone...She did keep a few flash bangs in her pockets, in case something were to happen.
She didn't trust this place yet...
"Anyway, the other mercs'll be in soon from their recent round." Miss Pauling hummed out, looking at the tanner female. "Do you have any questions?"
"...Not really." Her accent and voice were a bit muffled by the the bandanna, and she made no indication that she was going to remove it any time soon. "...How are d'ey?"
"...Eeeeh, you'll find out for yourself." The purple wearing girl gave her a comforting smile, patting her shoulder, before turning and leaving the woman on her own. "Good luck!"
"...Salamat po.." (thank you)
She carefully walked over to one of the chairs there, sitting with a frown and a crease in her eyebrow, and folded her hands..Before tapping her fingers on the table...Then tapping her foot.
Then glancing at the clock.
Alright, ten seconds had past since Pauling left...
How long did killing someone take?
Her arms stayed at her side though, reaching back so she could rest her hands on the little railing in front of the glass panes. Beneath, a million machines it felt like, all of which she didn't know WHAT their function was. Yet their appearance was enough to make her feel even more out of place..
Once she had made this connection though, her ears perked up at the sound of several pairs of feet. Some going slow, one heavier than the rest, some going medium speed, one lighter and a bit more impatient.
She wanted to look in the mirror, and check how she looks, even though she knew.
She was at a good height, a bit under six feet...Light weight, with a bit of rounding in her hips and waist...A good chest..
She exercised a lot, her job requiring it.
Nothing to be self-conscious about...
Darling, you kill people. You wear people's blood as war paint, you don't have to be worried about making sure you look good in front of a couple of men...Yet she did, and she felt sodisgustedby it.
Her hands clenched around the railing as the light footsteps finally came to the doorway, a scrawny twig of a man walking in, adjusting the bandages around his hands. How she hadn't heard him coming was beyond her, maybe her nerves blocked out his voice. "'n so I tells tha guy that I'm SO gonna bash his head in an-An...We-he-heeell~ Helloooo there doll face...!"
Decoy would have loved it if looks could kill...It would make dealing with idiots like him a whooole lot more easier...
"WHY IS A FEMALE HERE? SPY! IS SHE ONE OF YOUR'S?" A male with a helmet far to low on his face yelled out, spit flying at a few of the words.
"No, I remember every lovely face I see."
...
Okay, so the guy in the mask thing wasn't all that bad. At least he wasn't too annoying like the man in the bucket of a hat, or the guy with the baseball that was yammering away.
Carefully the woman in the room reached into her vest, and pulled out a little card that Miss Pauling had told her to give to them, explaining 'everything' apparently. Gingerly, she handed it to a male in a yellow worker's hat, who smiled and nodded as he took it.
"Thank ya kindly, M'am." He tipped his hat softly, before looking over the card, and passing it around the room carefully.
The Decoy
Job:
Take bullets for you
Distract Enemy
Make sure RED doesn't lose
-Administrator
Decoy waited for the men to read the card, some of them taking a bit longer than other's, while she didn't even bother to read it. She knew she couldn't. Written English didn't process with her, thus, it left her kind of...
Well, astray, a bit..Especially at the air port.
Yet she knew her job.
She was a distraction, her name conveyed it. Her life was worth half of one of the men's, whatever that meant...And that she was a Support-Class, again, whatever that meant.
Honestly Miss Pauling, explain things before you wander off by yourself...
The final male, a man with tiny circular glasses, didn't look at the card and simply passed it back to the female. "Nein, I don't need to look, I know you bett'ah than anyone else!"
..This earned him an odd look.
"Zat is to say, I have been in your heart."
An even odder look.
"Vell, I gave you a new one, wiz adjustments...! Improvements!"
...Aaand yeah, Decoy gave him a look that was basically confusion and uncertainty all in one...
"Have you eaten yet, fraulein?"
..Small shake of her head. No, she hadn't..In the rush to try and understand different writing of a different language, she never got something to eat during her flights..
"Ach, zat von't do! Come, let's get you somezing to eat. Aft'ah all, I need to make sure your heart doesn't go boom!"
...
Dear lord, what did she get herself into?