The wind whipped Ashelin's hair as she slid down the cord from the helicopter. She felt a rush of exhilaration as her boots hit the sand and she took off into the trees.
Pagan had coordinated with Hoyt and under cover of darkness had dropped her at the far end of the pirate's island before heading to Hoyt's compound.
She stood in the jungle, chest heaving, feeling home.
She checked to make sure her holsters were intact, two guns on her hips and one under her left arm. She also had a knife in her boot.
She pulled off the black sweater she'd donned to make her descent, revealing a red cropped tank top that showed off Vaas' ink on her lower back.
Ashelin tapped the screen of the phone Pagan had given her and checked her bearings. She secured it in the side pocket of her black pants and took off through the trees, reveling in the feeling of her legs pumping.
Before long she could hear drunken hollers, and slowed down, creeping closer to the pirate village. She stayed low, surveying the firelight, and saw a huge bonfire with everyone milling about.
Her blood boiled when she saw Brock lounging on a chair on Vaas's porch. He had two scared looking women on either side of him in chains, and Archon stood just behind him, arms crossed.
She counted thirty seven pirates hanging about, and took a deep breath. She hoped they missed Vaas as much as she did.
Ashelin cocked her gun and stepped out into the firelight. A few pirates lazily looked up at her, and she grinned as she put a bullet in each of Brock's kneecaps.