Debauched

Reckoning

Angelina had seemingly disappeared into the night by the time anyone had gone in to see Ernest Roe at his office and found him slump over on the floor with several deep knife wounds that had left him dead covered in his own blood. It hadn't been very long before they had figured out what had happened, either, and informed the Canterbury Security Corps as they had taken to calling themselves; they were in essence little more than a more powerful local version of Rivet City's own security, even dressing similarly, though they had a bit more of a reputation for keeping things orderly. Their methods for achieving law and order, however, were somewhat suspect. Even now as the Corps started to go about trying to figure out what had happened and where Angelina had gone they were acting as intimidating as possible, being rather forceful with their questions, the fact that they were the most heavily armed people in the entire town helped their efforts as well; but no one knew anything, Angelina had disappeared, though she had really been moving through town unseen and observing. It was hard staying put and simply watching, only moving when someone came too close or when she had to find a new location to watch from, the Pscyho Angelina had taken in full swing making her rather energetic and much less patient but she managed. The Corps started taking over as word of Roe's death and as the night went on quickly enough the city was under lock down, whoever had left was going to have to wait outside when they got back and whoever was still inside the city limits would not be leaving until the situation was resolved.

"Idiots." Angelina murmured to herself, sticking largely to the ruined buildings on the outskirts of town, watching everyone running around trying to find her, "All of you."

Angelina scanned the now almost entirely empty city streets beneath her from her perch atop an unused, half crumbling building. The Corps had taken up patrols around the city but they would be easy enough to avoid, Angelina had picked up a thing or two about moving around unnoticed in the ruins of downtown and doing so in Canterbury Comons was no different. Slowly, silently Angelina made her way back down to street level and started moving. She was moving through the streets carefully now, slipping into a back alley on her way to her first target. Even with increased awareness and everyone on high alert Angelina knew she could make it to her first target which was close by, and with the lock down in place she knew no one would be leaving, not without drawing plenty of attention to themselves and becoming an easy target at any rate; in the end it was Angelina's knowledge of how Canterbury that gave her an advantage while everyone there had absolutely no clue how to react to her or how she operated. Soon that simple fact would cost them dearly - Angelina would make sure of that.

Pausing to watch a two man patrol go by chatting idly about this or that Angelina sprint across the street as soon as they were far enough to not notice her, ducking into an alley across the street. Turning back and watching and waiting for a moment Angelina decided she hadn't been seen nor heard, proceeding over to the other end of the alley and stopping to wait and watch again. When the coast was clear Angelina moved again, rifle in hand, unsure of how exactly she would pull off her little mission of vengeance and ultra violence without anyone catching up with her but the thought didn't stay in her head long as yet again Angelina reminded herself it didn't matter; she would go through anyone and anything in order to have her revenge. If the people responsible for Jones' caravan and his plans died loudly then they died loudly. If they died quietly they died quietly. Soon Angelina would find out how the first one was to die as she approached the woman's home the far end of town away from the main road leading into Canterbury Commons. Nancy Peterson had, according to the documents, been an important individual in Canterbury for some time which explained why the name seemed so familiar to Angelina; it went on to say Nancy held a job working for Roe and had access to some particularly sensitive information, often helping cover up their activities. For that she would pay with her life.

Angelina slowly crept up to the door of what looked like had one been a shop of some sort, apparently now serving as a large home instead, which suited her just fine as it meant there was a back door to sneak in through. Angelina quickly set about picking the lock and found it was far easier than it should've been especially for someone of such importance in what was easily the most successful settlement in the entire DC area. The mistakes of the residents of Canterbury would cost them dearly on that night. Angelina slowly crept inside and shut the door quietly behind herself, gripping her rifle tightly in both hands as she stood and scanned the room around her. Nothing and no one to oppose Angelina she silently started making her way through the business turned household and started searching for her target who Angelina was sure was likely holed up in her room cowering in fear, afraid of what might happen, likely already figuring out that Roe had been killed because of what they had been doing to assist Jones. With that thought in mind Angelina didn't mind taking her time as she quietly made her way through the first floor of the house, carfully scanning each room for her target or any potential threats - someone that important likely had a bodyguard, or otherwise someone had been assinged to her when Roe had been found dead.

As it turned out Angelina's assumptions were correct as she dropped to a low crouch, hearing someone shuffling around in the last room on the bottom floor - at least she assumed she was right. If it was Nancy she was oddly unconcerned, which would lead to her death. Angelina carefully made her way into the room and took aim at the person simply standing there staring back at her. Neither of them spoke for an agonizingly long, slow, silent moment as Angelina stood and took a step forward.

"Nancy Peterson."

"Angelina." Nancy nodded slightly in her direction, barely holding back an emotional outburst, "I- I know why you've cme. I know I deserve it, all of it. I know you've come to-"

Angelina cut off Nancy as she charged the other woman and struck her across the face with the stock of her rifle, sending her to the ground in seconds, smashing the butt of her rifle into Nancy's face breaking several of her teeth before she struck the almost entirely defenseless woman again breaking her nose rather loudly causing blood to pour steadily over her battered and broken face. As Angelina kept up her assault she started striking Nancy all over, sure she had crushed something important as she brought her rifle down on Nancy's throat and she coughed in horrific pain, starting to gasp for breathe between blows all over her cowering body. Angelina wasn't satisfied until she was ready to fall over, pass out, or both, leaving a bloody, battered and absolutely broken woman cowering at her feet, hardly able to defend herself beyond covering up and hoping the blows didn't do much damage as they continued raining down upon her; Angelina had once been in a similar situation but Angelina had done absolutely nothing to bring on such a vicious, brutal attack that had nearly killed her and had shattered her life completely. From that moment on she had realized there was only one way to truly survive in the wasteland and that was to fend for yourself, and if you were unable, then you would die - if you provoked someone to attack you, able to defend yourself or not, then you definitely deserved a slow, painful death.

Angelina stood panting over her victim who Angelina knew was as close to death as it was possible to be without actually being dead, simply panting, her chest and armor heaving, sweat dripping down her brow. After a moment Angelina raised her booted foot and brought it down in one final blow and with a sickening crack snapped Nancy's neck. Her first target taken out without a fight Angelina simply moved on, sliping back out the way she had entered, carefully waiting for the right moment to move from the shadows. According to the documents she had obtained Angelina was now headed to a nearby building, another house, where Christopher Richmond lived; Chris' crimes and thus his involvement in Jones' plot were a step above that of Nancy, having been more actively involved, more of an enforcer using his own intimidtating presence and influence in the Security Corps to get things done. The file went on to say he was the former head of the Corps, which would explain his connection to it and how he was able to get his way, even without having to fully explain things, or how he could cover something up and trick the Corps into doing his dirty work. Whatever the case Angelina hurried across another nearly empty street just as soon as a passing two man patrol went by, ducking into another alley as quickly as possible, though Angelina had messed up as she kicked a tin can she hadn't seen upon entering the alley.

"Fuck." Angelina clenched her jaw, back pressed against the wall, Psycho pumping through her still as she waited for the guards to draw closer.

As soon as the two unwitting patrolmen were close enough Angelina swung out of cover rifle first and pulled the trigger as soon as she had them in sight, her burst starting low catching one in the leg just above his knee and stitching its way wildly up to his waist. Angelina didn't bother letting go of the trigger as she stepped out into the open and started advancing, riding the recoil right into her next target and tracing an uneven row of bullet holes across his chest before the man could react properly. Without wasting time Angelina sprayed what remained of her magazine into the fallen men and reloaded as she started moving again, rushing into the alley and running toward the far end. Her position may have been given away but driven by Psycho fueled rage and blood lust Angelina didn't care, almost excited at having the chance to tear apart Canterbury in its entirety instead of having to skulk around in the shadows. Angelina sprang out of the other end of the alley and didn't bother bringing her rifle to her shoulder as she opened fire on someone as they stepped outside of their house and began raising a pistol, dropping like a puppet with cut strings. Angelina put a quick burst into the woman's head splattering blood and brain matter all over before she started moving again now out in the open, running along the sidewalk. Up ahead was Angelina's second target, two men standing in front of the entrance to the house he was in, already scrambling for cover and taking aim at the chem fueled rampaging mercenary.

Angelina was operating on instinct without much thought for what she was doing or what was going on, or so she would have thought if she had the time and ability to think about the current situation; instead she was largely still being fueled by Psycho rage and an already present determination to kill every last living thing in four square miles. Angelina brought her rifle up to her shoulder as she slowed down, if only slightly, and fired off a short burst at one of the men who ducked behind a long since destroyed husk of a pre-war vehicle, barely managing to avoid being struck by the stray rounds coming his way. Angelina simply fired again striking the rusted out shell of a car before turning and shooting back at the other man who had started taking pot shots at her from behind a light post which was flickering on and off making figuring out exactly where he was even more frustrating a task as Angelina simply opted to empty her magazine and quickly reload, never breaking stride as she did so. Not five seconds after reloading as Angelina raised her rifle to her shoulder again Angelina could feel a sharp jolt just underneath her right shoulder; not quite painful, not quite as much as it should have been at any rate, but more than noticeable as if Angelina had just been sucker punched by a Super Mutant. Angelina stumbled, her steps thrown off by the sudden sensation of a bullet imbedding itself in her, turning to maim, mangle and murder whoever had shot her only to be met with a short fusilade striking her left forearm and the back of her left hand, armor chest plate several times, and left leg above the knee. Angelina hardly noticed as the force of the round to her arm pulled her hand off the front end of the rifle but she simply kept shooting, stock tucked between her arm and body, firing wildly from waist height.

Angelina's wild shooting resulted in two things one a split second before the other; first one of her attackers had been struck in the mouth by an errant round that had somehow actually found its mark and the second was that her rifle fired the last round in the new magazine already. Fumbling to reload Angelina found that despite the Psycho coursing through her - or perhaps it added to the problem - her off hand had lost its fine motor skills, barely able remove an empty magazine and simply drop it instead of keeping it as usual for later re-use, finding a new one, grabbing it, extracting it, loading it and cocking the rifle. All of this would normally have been a seconds long process had Angelina not been struck in the hand and been working on massive amounts of adrenaline and Psycho to stave off fatigue and weariness. Regardless of her fumbling to perform a simple reload Angelina caught her other two attackers in the middle of their own reload, gripped her rifle with both hands now, and put two protracted bursts into each of them, confident in the results of such close range blasts as she turned back around and start side stepping diagonally moving forward and across the street. Going back to her original two enemies Angelina eventually move to the opposite side of the road and had a clear shot at the man crouched behind a wrecked pre-war car and took the shot, missing wildy for the most part only two rounds of her burst managed to catch him in the face and send him straight to the ground in a bloody heap. Angelina took aim at the second man just as the light above him flickered and died out completely just as he was beginning to shoot at her, his muzzle flash clearing showing her where he was; Angelina dropped to a knee and returned fire over the hood of the rusted monstrosity that once passed for a car, hearing the satisfying sound of someone screaming in pain as they fell to the ground. Quickly making her way across the street Angelina ignored all the blood dripping all over herself and her gun, finding it somewhat hard to keep a good grip on her rifle as blood poured out of her injured hand; regardless Angelina casually strolled up to the injured man and put several bullets unceremoniously into his head splattering its contents all over himself and the sidewalk as the report from the burst echoed down the cramped, quiet, rather acoustic streets of Canterbury Commons carrying loudly for quite a ways before dying off.

Angelina ignored the already loud report of her rifle only made that much noisier by the acoustic nature of the environment and sprayed the door before he before kicking it open and storming in; rifle shouldered and ready to go Angelina was confronted by absolutely nothing - the brief moment of peace ended as someone practically dove from one room at the far end of the building to another, wildly spraying automatic fire in her direction as they did so, appearing to be another Canterbury Security officer. Angelina was lucky enough to have been missed before she could step further into the house and duck down, taking aim and waiting, having no real cover to get behind at that point in time. The man didn't show himself again after a brief moment and Angelina proceeded impatiently in her high crouch seeking to find and beat, strangle or otherwise horrifically kill him for standing between her and her target. The Corps officer tried to swign back out with his sub machine gun but Angelina was already all over him, brushing his gun off to the side with her own and striking him in the face as hard as she could manage with her rifle; the officer dropped his weapon and reached out to take hold of Angelin'a rifle as he reeled back, clenching his teeth and beginning to wrestle over the weapon with her. Angelina returned the struggling man's death glare as she fought back twice as fiercely despite hardly having the use of one hand which was also slicked in blood and hardly able to keep a hold of her rifle, beginning to swing around back and forth taking turns running into objects and slamming into walls as the two exhanged low kicks to each other's legs. Eventually the officer got the upper hand as he pulled back toward himself pulling Angelina toward himself, throwing her off balance, and then pushing forward forcefully slamming the rifle into her face sending her reeling and tumbling over onto the floor. Angelina continued rolling backward, simply letting her momentum carry her she came up in an unbalanced crouch and fell back slumped against a wall, hurriedly drawing the pistol she had taken from Lucas Simms' as her own rifle was turned on her. Angelina was just fast enough as she yanked the pistol from where she'd been carrying and started firing with wreckless abandon only half aiming at her extremely close target hitting him with most of the shots until the pistol was empty and he'd hit the floor soaked in his blood already from the numerous wounds he'd just received.

Angelina fumbled to reload her pistol before looking up at the door she'd come through, someone stepping inside with a shotgun in hand, not seeing her immediately in the dark she started shooting as quickly as possible being met with two shotgun blasts that found their way into the walls and the woman slumped over against the side of the stairs and then fell over onto her side. Angelina slowly stood smearing blood all over the wall before stepping over and quickly putting a bullet in the woman's head before holstering her pistol and grabbing her rifle again and starting up the stairs with what passed as caution, though she had for the most part thrown that out the window a long time ago. Whatever the case Angelina ground her teeth furiously as she headed up stairs, uselessly wiping her injured hand off on her pants, still bleeding steadily and her rifle still soaked in her own blood. Angelina ignored it as she reached the top of the steps, her ears ringing due to all the in door shooting and as she barely managed to plant both feet a shotgun blast violently rang out deafening her completely for a moment as she was struck right in the center of her chest and rather forcefully sending flying back down the stairs tumbling end over end when upon losing her balance. Angelina slammed into the wall at the landing near the bottom of the stairs, smashing her head rather violently against it as she stopped in a sitting position, knocked senseless by the shotgun blast, her fall, and sudden stop all rolled together into ten seconds of absolute confusion. All Angelina could manage to make sense of was that she'd been shot again.

Angelina started to regain her senses a moment later as the spinning sensation subsided and she looked up at the top of the steps, but no one was there, apparently still waiting to see if she would get up and come back at them which she would be doing soon enough. Before that Angelina took a moment to get her bearings, looking herself over and noting that the blast had done a number on her armor but had managed to not penetrate; it had likely however left a large bruise underneath, and may have even broken a rib or two, but Angelina couldn't determine that just yet. That wasn't important at the moment as Angelina was still able to function, though not properly, her mind still clouded and her body failing. As she moved up the stairs just far enough to be able to see above the top Angelina raised her rifle over her headn ad started firing wildly all over into the walls, held her now empty rifle in her injured off hand and managed a much more efficient reload with her uninjured hand before proceeding to the top of the steps once again, managing to ignore what was a somewhat dull but ever present pain in her ribs after being shot again, not sure she would've been able to keep going had she not been dosed up to the eye balls on Psycho.

"Come out here and die already you son of a bitch!" Angelina shouted suddenly, approaching a doorway oddly carefully, kicking it open as she drew close enough to do so.

The doro flew open and hit the wall loudly a split second before the shotgun fired again striking Angelina's rifle in the side of the reciever literally tearing it out of her hands as the load of buckshot mangled the side of the weapon. Angelina stumbled back nearly out of the room, taken aback by the surprising feat - assuming it had been on purpose - and quickly drew the pistol she had stoeln earlier, firing wildly into the room as the man who'd shot her came into view. Angelina's target managed to get off a single shot in return which barely missed taking off most of her head and killing her near instantly, Angelina missing most of her shots as well with only two finding their way into the man's lower abdomen though he simply kept fighting through it. Angelina rushed him with her empty pistol before he could chamber another round and was struck in the stomach with the stock of his shotgun just as she brought her pistol to his face, realizing as she doubled over and barely caught a glimpse of the man's face that it was Christopher Richmond himself; Chris brought his knee up into Angelina's face as she doubled over sending her back to the floor. Angelina landed and quickly regained her senses thrusting her foot up and out slamming it into Chris' stomach as he approached quickly looking to crack her head open with the butt of his shotgun. This time Chris was the one doubled over as Angelina brought her booted foot up again and into his jaw, Chris dropped his shotgun and fell over giving Angelina time to get back to her feet and throw another wild kick to Chris' face keeping him on the ground for the time being as teeth flew out of his mouth and scattered acoss the floor almost inaudibly, both of them still deafened by all of the shooting inside the house.

Angelina recovered from the kick and set her foot down beside Chris who despite shaken bup by the sudden, unexpected blows managed to retaliate quickly, rolling onto his side and reaching out at first to grab Angelina before he spotted the push dagger in a sheath on her boot. Angelina raised her foot again ready to stomp down on Chris and started to bring her foot down forcefully when he lashed out and put her own knife right through the bottom of her boot. Angelina clenched her teeth, nearly grinding them into dust as both pain and anger shot through her and she kept going smashing Chris' hand against the floor jamming the knife's handle into it hoping she broke something in the process or otherwise caused him plenty of pain. With Chris temporarily floored Angelina hobbled backward losing her balancing and stumbling until she fell back into a wall and slid down to the floor, unflinchingly yanking her knife out of her foot, blood pouring out from the fresh wound. By the time Angelina had removed the knife and started to stand, leaning against the wall as she did so Chris had already gotten back to his feet and took the whole two steps to close the distance between them. Angelina spun and thrust her knife straight into Chris' gut a split second after his fist introduced itself to her face busting open her lip and sending Angelina to the floor pulling her knife out as she went.

Chris ground his teeth, clutching his new wound, the two bullets Angelina had put through him earlier taking their toll as well as he slumped against the wall breathing heavily for a moment. Chris was old now, having long since retired, but he could tell Angelina wasn't simply taking a beating all on her own; she was dosed on something or other, seemingly Psycho, something he learned to recognize easily during his years of law enforcement in Canterbury Commons. What Chris failed to realize before he looked up from the floor to where Angelina lay was that she had unslung Lucas Simms' rifle and pulled the trigger just as their eyes met. The Chinese assault rifle's burst struck Chris in his chest and sent him to the floor with a small set of bullet wounds spread out wildly across his chest. Angelina slowly got up and stumbled over, putting another burst into Chris' head as he lay gasping for air still either trying to get up and fight or simply going through the pained motions of death.

The entire battle had been rather short though brutal and Angelina could only now barely hear the sounds of people approaching, most likely more Security Corps officers. As much as Angelina wouldn't have minded taking them on as well she simply didn't have time for it, having three more targets who were no doubt preparing for her to show up now if they hadn't been already. Not minding that her cover was blown Angelina found a window on the second floor and opened it, tossing out her rifle before dropping out the window after it. Landing on the empty gorund behind the house Angelina grabbed her rifle and started moving, starting to dig in her pack as she went trying to find another dose of Psycho and a Stimpack. Finding what she needed Angelina recklessly took her next dose without a care in the world for her safety, only caring about keeping her body from giving out and failing after she'd come so far. Nothing and no one was going to stop her. There were only three more people left alive that needed to be not alive, and preferably introduced to that state of not aliveness by a very painful, hopefully slow death. All Angelina needed was enough time to stop, mend her wounds properly, Stimpacks only good for so much, and figure out where she was headed next. It took some work but Angelina managed to lose all the attention she had, ducking and weaving, dodging and avoiding whoever she ran across somehow managing to avoid being caught again.

"Where to..." Angelian looked up and out the broken window of the empty building that had once been a store she had taken cover in as someone ran by full tilt heading toward where she had just been.

Remaining tense for a moment even as the foot steps faded slightly in the distance Angelina only looked back down at the papers she was carrying when she was sure there was no one around, finding it rather hard to dig through her pack with an injured hand and as with as much Psycho in her system as she hand, having to set down her rifle and dig through her pack with her uninjured hand that wasn't absolutely soaked in blood.

"There you are." Angelina found the location of one of her targets and flipped through the papers until she had the location of the other two, quickly committing them to memory as she left the papers out and started digging around her pack for proper medical supplies.

Angelina only had so long before she was found, knowing now that the entire city was not only on lock down but actively searching every last nook and cranny for her but in the long run her chem soaked mind managed to reason that some medical attention now would do her some good. Carefully moving into a back room with all her gear Angelina started patching herself up, if only so she could avoid bleeing out from her wound, though she was unable to deal with the round that had struk her in the back once the rest of her injuries were dealt with as best as possible given the circumstances Angelina stood, threw her pack on and grabbed her stolen rifle starting to move as soon as she determined the coast was clear. Running down an empty street that was almost dark enough to not be able to see where she was going though that wouldn't have slowed Angelina any let alone stopped her. Not very much would be able to stop Angelina at that point and she certainly didn't feel as if anything could though her thinking definitely wasn't anywhere near clear, almost unable to handle the dose of Psycho she'd taken over a rather short period of time. Heart beating fast enough it literally felt like it would jump out of her chest, teeth clenched so hard they felt like they would shatter, Angelina turned onto another street and kept running along it. Further up ahead she could hear voices, and barely make out a group slowly heading toward her as they turned a corner and started down the street she was on. Angelina didn't hesitate when the thought to kill them all shot through her drug addled brain and quickly raised her rifle and fired a quick series of short bursts at the group luckily striking two of them though both survived their wounds and now lay in the street shouting in pain. Angelina took aim and started shooting again before the group realized what was going on missing wildly this time as she slowed to a fast walking pace and kept shooting.

The group of guards managed to take cover and spread out leaving their wounded comrades for the time being, far more concerned with their own safety and unable to assist them out in the open anyway. Angelina on the other hand simply kept moving forward, albeit not in a straight, easy to predict path, reloading quickly with her uninjured hand and resuming her attack. Another Corps member went down as he moved out of cover to return fire, the rest of the small group remaining relatively suppressed as Angelina kept firing without waiting for tem to show themselves; not too far in the distance as this went on barely aubdile over all the shots ringing out in the night shouting could be heard as the rest of the Security Corps out on patrol that night started getting itself together and surrounding the block the battle was taking place at before slowing moving in.

Angelina and the men she was fighting didn't realize any of this was happening however, both sides desperately exchanging fire now from behind cover no further than fifteen feet apart. Angelina ducked down behind a large chunk of concrete that had once been part of a store front and now lay in the sidewalk, reloading as the city guards kept shooting in her direction missing all of their shots but keeping Angelina from coming out of cover lest she be hit by the massive wall of bullets; even Angelina's Psycho fueled mind could comprehend the fact that doing so would just get her killed even faster - and that meant not reaching her goal. When most of the men shooting at Angelina stopped to reload she swung out and started shooting, striking one in the jaw immediately with a burst that destroyed most of his face in a flash of blood and bone, the man beside him looking down in shock as blood splashed hm and stared down at his dead comrade long enough for Angelina to do the same to him. The last man left simply stood and turned to run, firing off a couple poorly aimed shots back at Angelina, who returned the favor and emptied her rifle into the man's back. It was as Angelina started running down the street again that the rest of the Security Corrps had really started to close in spotting Angelina taking off down the road toward more of them as they closed in from all sides.

As she continued running down the street Angelina slowed down and grabbed a grenade from one of the men she had killed, pulled the pin and hurled it with al lher might as the approaching guards before ducking into a nearby building, slamming her shoulder into the closed door and literally breaking the rotten plank of wood as she barged in. The door shattered as Angelina pushed right through it with no real effort showering her in rotten splinters seconds before the grenade went off injuring or killing several men, she couldn't but could hear at least two screaming at the top of their lungs after being wounded. Two was better than none. That was too less people that would be coming after her and in the end the fact that they were horrifically wouned and screaming in agonizing pain for someone to help them would ruin the morale of their comrades and distract them with assisting the wounded. While everyone was busy scattering to take cover expecting more grenades Angelina headed further into the building looking for a way out only to find most of it had collapsed cutting the building in half forcing her to start climbing rubble, struggling to keep her balance and make her way up to the second floor, using the pile of rubble as stepping stones to get to her hopeful perch where she was hoping to have a superior position to fight it out with the Security Corps. Once she had made it up to the crumbling second level Angelina unslung her rifle and carefully made her way to a window, watching the street below carefully as someone came into view and she took aim. Struggling to control her breathing, her pulse pounding, Psycho and adrenaline making it rather hard to keep herself in check and function properly; despite that Angelina pulled the trigger and most of the rounds she fired struck her target in his side and the man crumpled in seconds flat. Before anyone else could react Angelina had already started shooting again dropping two more men, one of whom was killed by several rounds striking him in the chest and neck in a shower of hot lead. Angelina held down the trigger and swept her rifle over another two men who were both only struck by a single bullet, draggng themselves back into cover as their comrades replaced them.

"Come and get it assholes." Angelina barely spoke to herself loudly enough to be heard, her ears still ringing as she raised her rifle again and started shooting.

"Up there! Shit!" Someone shouted from out of sight, apparently able to pick out where Angelina was shooting from before anyone else.

"Fuck! I can't see her!" Another man shouted, taking aim and spraying wildly at Angelina's general position peppering the walls around her covering them in bullet holes.

"Fucking come on then! Come on already!" Angelina roared, barely able to hear herself, keeping the trigger depressed as she swung her rifle rather wildlly across one side of the street before reloding.

Replacing her empty magazine with a new one quickly enough that no one had time to notice she wasn't shooting anymore, step out of cover and start shooting Angelina started spraying the other side of the road hitting a single woman in a Corps outfit. Someone ran over and grabbed the injured woman who had been struck once in the center of her chest and was barely concious before he too was struck by a bullet to the side of the head splattering his brain all over himself and the wounded woman. Angelina fell back slightly to a position she could still observe the wounded woman from as most if not everyone out on the street opened fire sending bullets flying through the rotting walls left and right. As Angelina ducked down behind a pile of rubble that was once the roof of the building she watched and took careful aim, waiting for someone else to come out of hiding and attempt to rescue their comrade as she bled out in the street. As soon as someone wandered out into the open and into Angelina's line of sight she rewarded them with a quick burst to the leg which shattered the other man's knee and tore apart his leg where the rest of the rounds impacted. Now with live bait that would be screaming and shouting for help Angelina sat back and waited, not bothering to duck as a few stray bullets passed by her rather closely. Yet again someone showed up to rescue their wounded comrades this time three of them, one covering the other two as they started dragging their wounded partners. The one gunman wasn't nearlly enough to suppress Angelina and she quickly returned fire from cover shooting rather wildly at the gunman who fell over after a moment with a stray round in his throat. Several more rounds slightly more well aimed struck the other two several times killing them both leaving their injured comrades still bleeding out in the street.

"Sht... what the hell? Someone get around and fucking go in from the back!" Someone shouted though Angelina ould barely hear it and couldn't make out what was being said at all.

Trying to flank Angelina would prove useless however as several Security Corps guards were already doing so as they approached the battle from the other side of the building only to find large piles of rubble keeping them from even entering the building. Shouting to move around to the street where their comrades were fighting Angelina from she could hear them but did nothing to stop them, though there were windows on the other side of the building, deciding to let them all come to her. Trapped and with no real way out Angelina simply awaited their arrival all too eager to start taking pot shots at the new targets. As she waited for them to arrive Angelina simply moved around back and forth staying away from the window as she fought off everyone else, only keeping them from getting close to her because of her superior positon, they clearly had her out numbered and she had no back up to assist in her efforts. It was Angelina against roughly a quarter of Canterbury if not more, surprised that an angry mob of citizens hadn't formed as well but the locals had never been known for being particularly violent or aggressive instead focusing on business interests. That worked out well enough for Angelina until she realized she was running low on ammo as she reloaded once again.

"God damn it." Angelina turned and carefully made her way across the second floor of the building which was none too stable.

Moving across the unstable structure beneath her Angelina reached the other side of the second floor and dropped out of a window after making sure there was no one waiting for her on the other side. As soon as Angelina's boots hit the ground she could feel a dull, distant pain shoot through her injured foot as her knees bent and she rolled to absorb the impact, coming up in a crouch and standing immediately before scanning her surroundings, taking off down the street which ran parallel to the one she had been on and would take her essentially to the same location while the Corps remained distracted just long enough for Angelina to make her escape and lose them entirely. Angelina kept running down the street as the guards continued firing into what was now an empty building they believed she was still inside, no doubt closing in on it now as they were all gathered together; they would all be sorelyl disappointed upon finding out Angelina had slipped away and disappeared into the night but they would likely see her again and even if not she would leave them even more of a mess to clean up.

At the end of the street Angelina cut through another debris and trash filled alley as she approached her third target who was supposed to have been involved on a much greater level than the two others - all three of her targets left were. They were the three investors, local businessmen who didn't bother doing any work themselves after having acquired enough money to allow someone else to do it all for them. The targets themselves likely wouldn't put up much of a fight considering their backgrounds, though in the post-apocalyptic wasteland it was unwise to assume such things, anyone and everyone could very well to be the one to lay you out with a hole in your head. Even with that in mind Angelina couldn't help but look forward to brutally killing her targets, still not thinking about her own safety in the least, though even if they were capable fighters Angelina would give them more than a bit of trouble before she went down, she had already proven that by taking on anyone that dared to step outside with a gun and get in her way since starting her crusade. Approaching her next destination Angelina stopped in another alley, looking back toward the direction she had come from listening closely, though she could still hardly hear it didn't seem like there was anyone nearby and she could still hear a few shots in the distance which meant they hadn't realized she had left. Angelina turned and made her way out of the alley, thankful for all the useful places to hide in that Canterbury still had, sometimes even right in the middle of the city there would be empty buildings still as well as all of the alleys and short cuts it all made for an easy get away.

Walking across the stret at a steady pace Angelina didn't try to conceal herself as she strode confidently, rifle in hand, right up to the front door of her next target. A solid kick to the door forced it open and Angelina barely broke her stride as she did so, continuing inside and raising her rifle at the same time. The first person Angelina saw didn't have time to react before she'd put several bullets in her, the man she'd been talking to was hit with the same long burst as Angelina kept walking toward him; he went down just as quickly as his partner standing guard with him and both were given a couple bullets to the head to be sure. Another man started coming down the steps to Angelina's right quickly, shotgun raised and ready as she reloaded. The first shot luckily enough missed forcing Angelina to duck off to the side and start shooting without aiming properly, spraying the staircase wildly, backing up away from it and further into the first floor. The shotgun wielding guard didn't waist any time making it down the rest of the stairs as soon as Angelina stopped shooting and swung around taking aim ready to take her head off only to miss again, hitting a wall near Angelina's face as she crouched half behind a doorway, shooting from another room. Unfazed by the buckshot hitting far to close to her face Angelina returned the favor with several bursts of automatic fire most of which struck its target laying him flat on his back. Angelina quickly stood and approached the body, decided he was dead and headed up the stairs looking for her next victim which she quickly found waiting in a room on the second floor not bothering to fight back just like Nancy.

"You." Angelina took a couple steps further into the room, rifle shouldered, "Your turn."

Without waiting for a reply Angelina pulled the trigger and put her last few bullets in the man's chest, approached him on the floor and put another several in his head destroying it in a particularly bloody fashion. Angelina ignored the fresh blood on her boots, already having bled all over herself more than she cared to think about and started on her way back out. Angelina quickly stepped back out the front door and took a quick look around to orient herself before taking off again, running down the street in the direction her next two targets not wanting to stick around and get cornered again before she had a chance to deal with them, she was simply too close now to throw it all away. She wouldn't do that, not now, not when there were only two others left that were within reach. Soon they wouldn't just be within reach but literally in her grasp as yet again the thought of stranling her targets passed through Angelina's mind along with an equally sordid series of other ideas intended to put them through a painful violent death. Then Angelina still didn't know what would happen, didn't quite know what she would do, though Angelina knew that she would likely die before she could leave DC like she had intended; yet again Angelina realized just how little the idea of dying bothered her which wasn't much if at all. Quickly approahing her next destination Angelina ould vaguely make out a large group in the distance with several people coming out of the building Angelina had been headed to, joining the group as they took off headed away from her.

"Son of a bitch." Angelina muttered angrily, her boots pounding against the filthy street as she sped up in an effort to catch up with the group, "Get back here you assholes!"

Angelina kept running as she raised her rifle and began firing wildly at the fleeing group before everyone could turn to face her and react. She couldn't tell if she hit anyone but kept shooting, letting off short badlly aimed bursts down the street. Angelina could vaguely make out someone falling over in the distance but couldn't be sure she'd killed whoever it was she hit, fumbling to reload as she slowed down and ducked behind an old wrecked car on the side of the street in time to avoid being turned into Swiss cheese as the crowd of armed men and women opened up on her steadily backing away as they did so; Angelina simply started blind firing back in their direction swinging her rifle all over the place until it was empty. After reloading again Angelina stepped back out of cover and noticed several more figures laying in the street either struggling to stand or crawling and shouting at their comrades who simply left them behind, completely unwilling to stay with them instead of the people they were supposed to be protecting. Angelina didn't care, the less cohesion and cooperation between them the better, soon she hoped some of them would just abandon the effort entirely and run off to avoid being killed so she could get to her targets that much quicker though Angelina didn't mind slaughtering them all too much either. Running down the street toward the injured Corps guards as the rest of the group started to simply make a run for it and ignore her Angelina couldn't help but smile. As the smile spread across her face Angelina came across the first of many injured people and shot him in the back of the head as he slowly tried to crawl away, quickly proceeding to do the same with everyone else there before any of them could even try to fight back, even those who weren't as badly injured didn't stand a chance.

"Come back here and fight! Die!" Angelina's hoarse voice carried over the dying echo of her gun shots, "Die!"

No one answered, no one returned, they simply kept running heading passed the edge of town and fleeing - driven from their homes by a single angry woman with a rifle. They were all cowards that deserved what they would be getting. Rushing out to the city limits Angelina started shooting again, taking aim at a couple of gunmen who had stopped just outside the city to hold her off while everyone else made their escape and hopefully long enough for everyone else still in the city to catch up and flank Angelina if she held out that long. Already it was clear that wouldn't be happening, whether they realized it or not, as Angelina quickly killed two of them and simply kept advancing without a care in the world for her own safety. Apparently the men she was facing had never faced down any chem fueled, murderous, gun wielding sociopaths as they were stunned by the display and two more were quickly killed when they hesitated instead of continuing to shoot. The two that gunmen that were left reated well enough, though one was now in the middle of a reload as he stood to fall back to a better position, earning himself several bullets to the upper back and neck in the process. The other man held his ground and pulled the trigger sending a single well placed round right through the lower ride side of Angelina's armor; she curled up slightly, her knees giving instantly and fell over onto the ground in surprising pain considering her heavily inebriated state. Once the world stopped spinning Angelina found herself staring up at the night sky, suddenly aware that the round felt as if it'd hit a rib though she couldn't be sure. As she lay there trying to figure out what had happened Angelina realized she had to get up and start fighting again, muffled foot steps slowly making their way toward her.

Angelina quickly, painfully forced herself to sit up and started shooting before she'd even aimed stitching a trail of bullets along the ground and up her targets leg ending just above his waist; the man pulled the trigger on his own rifle spraying wildly as he fell over only letting go of the trigger when he hit the ground. Angelina pushed herself up off the dirt as quickly as possible and started shooting again aiming at the man's chest and moving up from there, starting off in the direction of the escaping group as soon as she finished with him. The group had been moving fast, already having shed half of its members and losing them all to Angelina's blood lust which left no survivors in its wake. The only problem Angelina now realized was that she was nearly out of ammo and didn't have time to go back and loot the bodies she'd left behind - so she simply kept going. It would be rather satisying to kill everyone with her bare hands and having more ammo would get in the way of that; with that thought in mind Angelina slowed her pace and took aim, taking one of the fleeing men's legs right out from under him with a few well placed shots. Another turned to see what had happened though he likely hadn't intended to assist his wounded comrade but either way he was dealt with in a similar fashion leaving him laying on the ground bleeding all over himself and screaming in pain. The group continued moving on out into the wasteland north of Canterbury Commons, wildly firing back at Angelina whom they could hardly see in the darkness at that point. Angelina ignored all of the shooting as she quickly approached her two next victims who had started crawling away slowly, heading in the same direction as the men abandoning them though it would prove a futile effort as Angelina caught up and put a bullet in each of their heads before continuing to persue her targets, who by her count only had a couple of men left with them. They would be more than easy enough to deal with.

Shedding her back which was now little more than dead weight Angelina veered off the path she had been taking and dsiappeared into the night, though the men continued to fire off a shot or two this way and that, confused and alarmed by her sudden disappearece; unsure if they'd hit her or if she was waiting to attack. The more time that passed without Angelina doing so the more frightened the supposedly hardened Corps guards became, unnerved by suddenly being out in the open and unable to see a thing in the settling darkness of late night. With darkness came the inability to make out things clearly for Angelina as well but she stayed close, biding her time, waiting and watching impatiently as she struggled to keep her rage in check; the only comforting thought was that soon enough all of them would be dead or dying, and everyone she could hear back in Canterbury trying to figure out where they had headed off to in the darkness wouldn''t catch up before that happened. They were far too confused and disorganized, slow to mobilize and even slower to get anything done - the fatal flaw of using large groups for what could just as easily be achieved by one or two skilled people. Often enough Angelina was one of those people hired by the very people she was now chasing, she knew how they operated, that they were nothing more than poorly trained men that relied on numbers and the docile nature of Canterbury's citzens to get their way. They would all deserve what they got that night.

Managing to move around to the group's right flank as they slowed their pace, trying not to trip over themselves and each other as they fumbled around in the darkness almost completely incapable of handling themselves outside their comfort zone of the city. Whoever they were, Angelina noted as she moved parallel to the group, they weren't very experienced; her targets had the misfortune to get the rookies, those who had either hardly been with the Corps or had joined after living their entire lives in the city and not knowing much if anything about survival in the wasteland. Angelina on the other hand knew nothing but how to survivfe in the ruins of DC and the surrounding area, a talent that was yet again proving all too useful. The only real disadvantage Angelina was at was the dull but growing pain in her side, not even Psycho was always able to cover up bad enough injuries, and it seemed that she was suffering from one. Whatever her condition Angelina slowly came to a stop as she took careful aim, fighting to control her breathing and steady her aim, steady her entire body - and when she pulled the trigger she ended up missing entirely despite her efforts. Ducking and spinning to face her the group opened fire simaltaneously and Angelina kept shooting hitting her target with her third burst, striking him in the eye by sheer luck he crumpled and hit the ground in seconds.

Ducking down behind a large nearby rock as the return fire became too intense to handle Angelina counted five muzzle flashes - her targets were going to put up a fight this time. She didn't mind. Sitting behind the boulder counting her spare magazines Angelina realized she in fact only had two spares and the one she was currently using was quickly approaching half empty. She decided she would just have to kill the survivors with her bare hands like she had wanted and quickly swung out the other side of the boulder and started shooting again letting off several more bursts that largely missed, kicking up dirt and dust as they struck the area around her as Angelina fired her last round two of her opponents went down, one going limp as he hit the ground and the other rolling over and continuing to shoot from the ground. He was rewarded for his efforts with his struggle to survive being ended cleanly with a bullet under his chin laying him out flat on his back after Angeilna had reloaded. Quickly sweeping her rifle over to the next person over Angelina quickly started unloading on him as well, instantly striking him several times all over his body, killing him before he hit the ground.

"Son of a bitch! She's killing them!" One of her targets shouted as he stood to flee, pistol in hand, firing wildly behind himself without looking back.

Angelina showed him why that wasn't going to work with a string of bullets that struck him just above the waist and watched as the man went down instantly, his momentum carrying im as he hit the ground and rolled over once or twice before coming to a stop. She didn't pause before taking aim back at the only other two left both of whom had started to rise to join their now fallen comrade, fatally pausing as the saw what happened to him; Angelina hit them both center mass more out of luck than skill by that point, she was hardly able to aim anymore. Loading her last magazine Angelina moved out of cover and quickly made her way over to inspect the two bodies, which what they now were, both of them clearly dead. That left only one more before her rampage was complete.

"Youre not going anywhere." Angelina breathed heavily, crushing the crawling man's hand as she stepped on it, looking down at him as he bled all over himself.

Angelina took a moment to simply watch as he slowlly bled out wimpering and groaning in pain though he somehow managed to avoid begging for mercy like most would've done. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, he would never have been given any, not for what he'd done.

"They'll find you eventually." The man look back up at her again, seemingly more angry than afraid, "They're coming!"

"I know."

Angelina emptied her rifle into the dying man making a mess of him before dropping the empty rifle and grabbing the pistol he had been carrying, taking a moment to take whatever ammo she could from his corpse before heading further north into the wasteland feeling rather satisfied yet oddly empty. She ignored the latter sensation for the time being however as she saw just how far she could make it before passing out and dying. With any luck she would make it to the Republic Of Dave, which she knew to be capable of treating her wounds before she continued onward, but Angelina couldn't bring herself to care much if at all. She'd already resigned herself to death, almost having expecting to be dead already. It was the only thing left for her after what had happened, there was no life left to live in the ruins of DC which was yet again on the verge of total collapse, and no one would ever believe what had happened even if she had simply told everyone about what had happened, and her targets were far too powerful to actually have been brought to justice. Angelina just couldn't figure out what came next. Everyone was dead. She couldn't go back to her old life. Yet again she had to abandon it and start over but Angelina couldn't think straight enough to do much else other than keep her vice like grip on her pistol and keep walking. Doing just that started to prove to be more and more of a task as time went on and Angelina's doses of Psycho started to wear off allowing the pain in her ribs - and elsewhere - to consume her. Every single step, every last little motion sent flaming hot waves of pain through her body until Angelina simply fell to her knees, panting and staring down at the ground unable to move. She simply sat there taking labored breaths, contemplating simply eating a bullet and dying in a half decent manner but found she couldn't even do that. Instead Angelina fell over onto her side with a grun as she hit the dirt and didn't move, her vision blurring but as it did a figure suddenly stepped out in front of her, spotted her nearly lifeless form and rushed over shouting to another person, this one unseen, before everything went black.