Tarkov followed Larassa to the range, and sat back against a table while crossing his arms to watch her practice.
He noticed her miss a couple of targets with her handguns, obviously a tad rusty. Then she used her throwing knives against a few other targets, also a tad rusty. All in all, however, her skills were mostly still there.
Whatever injury she had last suffered hadn't taken long to heal. Larassa announced she was 'ready', but Tarkov was not yet satisfied.
"Larassa, Any commando can throw knives and shoot targets. You realize I haven't seen your file, right? Show me your mutant abilities." Tarkov figured this might be too abrupt and might offend her asking outright, but had no desire to play games or wait any longer.
"Tell me about what those scientists did to you. Tell me about those slits in your you can do that we can use for this mission."
Upon hearing Tarkov demanding her to tell him what the scientists did to her, Larassa let out a low growl, her eyes flashing gold.
Larassa had a small flashback back to a moment when she was on an operating table with her heart racing in fear while scientists cut into her legs and all she could do was scream in agony in response. Then in a flash, she was back in the present.
Larassa blinked and then said, "All right, merc."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Larassa then flickered her tail behind herself as she said, "To put it bluntly, I'm part werewolf and part raven. The slits on the back of my uniforms is so my wings can be utilized whenever necessary, though I don't often use them. It's not like they're bulletproof and they can be damaged easily."
Larassa then paused to hear whatever Tarkov's next questions may be. She figured what she'd said would be enough, though she somehow doubted it'd be enough for Tarkov.
Larassa really didn't want to show her powers since she always felt like she was slowly losing control with her werewolf powers. Her wings could be shown without any real concerns though, especially on base where she was safe.
Sighing, Larassa then unfurled her wings that had been buried underneath her uniform and tucked away. Once completely extended, her wings reached an impressive eighteen foot wingspan and were an ebony color all around, shining slightly in the sunlight.
Gesturing towards her tail and feet, Larassa then added, "If you can't already tell, I also have a wolf tail and digitigrade legs. Basically, I have wolf legs and paws, no human legs or feet."
Tarkov had figured there would be more to her elaboration, but she seemed to be done talking and he was still unsatisfied.
"So, are we sticking to knives and guns for this op, or are you going to randomly whip some insane power out that might get us both killed?" Tarkov hated surprises that could be prevented.
Larassa sighed and tucked her wings against her body, not bothering to hide them under her uniform this time. What was with this guy? Nothing seemed to even impress him to the slightest and Larassa was supposedly one of the government's more successful experiments.
To answer Tarkov's question, Larassa said, "My other…powers are a bit unstable most of the time and are for the most part all connected. I tend to only use them for short periods of time so I can keep them under control. So, yeah, knives and guns should probably be the primary weaponry involved here."
Inside his head, Tarkov was exploding. Why can't she just TELL ME what she can do so I can KNOW what to expect? Outside, he was his common, stone-faced self.
He sensed that it would take some time to coax out these powers, which he, to some degree, was interested to see at some point, though hopefully not while in a gunfight.
"Okay, then. Let's stick to guns and knives, for now. It's worked for me, so far. But a plan is my favorite weapon. We're wheels up in fifteen mikes, so do you need to grab anything else? Have you eaten?" Tarkov wanted to make sure she, like any troop under his command, was squared away. He hated getting into the field and realizing someone forgot something, or was unprepared. Improvisation was such a chore.
Larassa hated her werewolf powers and how unstable they felt whenever she used them. It was like she was slowly slipping away mentally when she began using them, as if there was another being buried deep inside her. It was highly unnerving so it caused her to hate using her werewolf powers.
Upon hearing Tarkov's questions, Larassa responded, "I'm all good to go."
She'd packed some jerky in her backpack along with a couple packs of cigs in case they were out in the field longer than expected.
Unlike everyone else, Lara's digestive system couldn't handle MRE's due to her genetic changes and physical changes to her body, inside and out. Thus, she always had to pack her own food to eat, and it seemed that jerky was the only real thing that was quick and easy for her to pack. She just had to pack extra water sources since jerky always made her really thirsty.
