To Hell and Back

by Lioness075

Complete deviation from MA storyline and there are no canon characters involved. All OCs and the story goes like this...US government has adopted Itex's genetic experiments and now uses them to genetically modify their best soldiers in order to make them even better. Larassa is one of these soldiers and soon finds herself working alongside someone that she can't stand.

6. Chapter 6

Larassa scoffed at what the merc said to her and turned slowly to meet his gaze. She then spoke with an even tone, "Look, you may be used to having a support team, but that's not how it works with me. I don't get support. I support myself. If you're truly getting stuck with me, then you're going to have to get used to working alone fast. Granted, you'll be with me, but if you're to noisy or slow me down, then I'll gladly turn you into my own personal support team, shove a radio in your hand, and then handcuff you to the nearest solid object. I don't believe you understand who you're talking to, merc. I'm Larassa, a genetically enhanced assassin designed solely by the US government for covert ops in all of our wars. I have no rank, but nobody on this base can give me a single command, other than giving me orders for my missions."

Larassa never took a step towards the merc since she wasn't here to threaten any potential partners, but she wanted to set the records straight ahead of time that she wasn't just some brat. She was a trained assassin and had more kills to her name than some of the best snipers in the US Army, or military for that matter. She didn't want some merc coming in and thinking he was hot stuff compared to her.

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Tarkov sat forward in his chair. "For a deadly, sneaky assassin, you sure know how to make quite a display of yourself. And if you were so accurate and deadly, then why am I here?"

Tarkov felt frustration slowly building in him. "Don't make the mistake of thinking I am 'just some merc', or that I want a team of Army dildos slowing me down, either. But it looks like we've been dealt a hand, and we've got to roll with it."

Tarkov could sense Larassa's frustration with the reality of his words, and feeling no remorse for being honest, continued, "You're sitting on awfully high horse here, and one professional to another, it makes you look and act like an eight year old."

Tarkov ended there. He could've continued, but he sensed that the commander would be stepping between them at about the time Larassa would be slamming her fist down on the table in anger towards Tarkov.