Match begins in 3... 2.. 1...
Angel starts by sprinting up the stairs located about twenty yards at her two with her favorite class of a suppressed AUG with a grip and the TMP machine pistol as her sidearm.
Her first insurgent she comes across she takes out swiftly as he's preoccupied with one of her teammates. After her first kill, Angel enters the map's main building, which is a mall, and sprints down the escalators where she comes up behind her next insurgent, which she takes out just as swiftly as the last one.
Thinking it's about time fore her first kill to respawn, Angel doubles back and finds a spot to lay in wait so she could ambush him. It surprises her that both of her kills come around the corner without realizing they are in danger, so she lets them both pass and pops them from behind, earning her a double-kill.
Angel moves swiftly to her next displacement taking out two more on the way. She can tell the opposite team was starting to get irritated because they start coming in groups with two or three, and each group she takes out, she displaces to the next spit. She pops three more in a triple-kill and moves to a spot she knows is off the normal path so she can use her accumulated killstreak rewards. Angel takes our one with her predator missile and gets a multi-kill of five with her harrier attack...
Before she can use her chopper gunner, she hears some voices calling out in fright, so she goes to investigate. In a small room, she discovers several hostages and gets on her CB headpiece to inform her unit and request backup. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a hostage with a raised club and doesn't notice the stock of the shotgun come down on the back of her head...
Muffled voices penetrate the fog in Angel's head as she makes her way into consciousness.
"Are you sure of this information?" an authoritative baritone demands.
"Yes, my Lord. I have verified the information myself," another voice says with timidity as though unsure of his own certainty.
There was a long pause. By the time this "Lord" made his decision to believe the intel given to him, Angel could hear feet shuffling and throats clearing in nervousness.
"Very well."
Angel heard more shuffling than felt an overwhelming presence to her right. A short period of silence later, she jumps slightly when that authoritative baritone rumbles into her ear and through her body, which forces an unwanted and unexpected arousal straight south of her waistline to her quim.
"Did you procure all the information you needed, mon petite mouche?"
She stays silent, hoping to any and all deities known to man that this man was just making wild speculations to her wakefulness. She knew that Lady Luck wasn't on her side when Lord of the Sexy Rumble ran his large and surprisingly warm hand from her calf to her thigh with his thumb on the inside.
When it became clear he wasn't going to fall for her bluff as his thumb was getting dangerously close to discovering something she would rather him not, she pushed up with all her might, surprising her captor long enough for her to knock off of her and to be able to get up.
A/N: Forgive the roughness of this draft and any misleading. I had this dream and couldn't get it off my mind, so I decided to share it. Also, I used the GooleTranslator for the French; it means 'my little fly', roughly. At least I think it does.
