guess who's back Bay bee!

Leona is pretty much doomguy, but female.

Don't worry Rocky, Doomlady is here to save yo ass

RiP aNd TeAr


"Leo, Commander says you're just going in for extraction. No messing around, okay? - Especially not after what happened last time. Your Padre will not only have your ass, but mine as well if you screw around."

A curt nod. Ralf assumed she had given an affirmative and after a pause, continued talking into her comms. They were in Chinese airspace, and would arrive on site in a couple of minutes. Back at base, Leona had been grounded and made to peel potatoes for the past week. Now, she got lucky. Seirah had radioed in two hours ago for support, and she was the only one unoccupied, and capable enough to run a solo mission.

Ah, well... technically not unoccupied… I was peeling potatoes.

Up ahead, Ralf hammered off information she already knew.

"Seirah hasn't seen real action for a while, and she mentioned she was under equipped. Our wee lil Whippy might be a little out of practice, so she might be in a bit of trouble. Go in there carefully Leo. No guns blazing. Keep things down low if you can. alright?"

A pause. Ralf was waiting for a response. Leona sighed and un-muted herself.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good to hear your voice soldier. Heh."

That didn't merit a response.

The helicopter descended over the operation zone and hovered about thirty feet above the rooftops and Leona pulled open the Hanger's door. The roar of wind and the thudding of the helicopter blades filled her ears and shook her vision. The fall was dizzying. She hopped out and fell to the rooftop without a moment's hesitation.

*thud*

She felt the impact travel up through her knees, and cushion into her hips. The jolt was welcome. She had been squatting on a low stool for the past week and really needed some strenuous exercise to kick her body back into gear. The helicopter lifter away and went to hover somewhere. Leona's comms crackled to life.

*Leona. Can you hear me?*

"Roger."

*The rooftop isn't a great LZ, but if you clear it - it will work. Call me when you're done here.*

"Roger."

*Good luck soldier.*

Leona muted herself and knelt to the ground. She quickly pulled off her backpack and set it down in front of her. Inside was a disassembled rifle, ammunition, two knives, a lockpick and a first aid kit. She put the rifle together and loaded it with a disturbing efficiency, then stashed the rest of her weapons. In just a few minutes, she was ready to begin. She stood and scanned her surroundings from her rooftop.

The sun was beating down hard at mid-day. She was wearing black kevlar. It was hot, but Leona routinely dealt with worse. There seemed to be little to no activity in the shipyard. It looked like everyone had gone home for the day. Normally, that would make her job easy - but Whip had informed her that there were armed guards in the building. It was likely there were guards in some of the surrounding buildings as well. It was best to move quietly.

Ralf said her GPS signal was pinging from the back of that warehouse... I'd better get there fast. And undetected...

Leona wasn't particularly afraid of being detected, even by armed guards. She was wearing kevlar, so if she wanted to, she could charge them, and fight them bare handed with no problems. She had done it before... but today Ralf asked for stealth, so she was going to give him stealth. Whip had reported there were 18 men in the building before she went offline. That was her goal, then.

18 targets, no alert… fine.

Not a particularly lofty goal… but it would probably take twenty minutes if she had to look for them. Five if she didn't. Then she would go extract Whip… and maybe get her 'potato duty' sentence cut short for a job well done.

I hope so… Cutting potatoes is boring...

She sighed and jumped off the building, fell another three storeys and disappeared into the shadows of an alley. She shook the kitchen related trauma from her mind, and narrowed her focus.

The mission started now.


She's so wonderful.

She's also kind of a musclehead.

:0

I bet she could crush walnuts in her bicep.