01-09-2011, 08:08 AM
Darkness filled the hotel room, save that of the streelights filtering in from the window. There was also, far off across the room, the flare of a computer screen illuminating the features of Victoria's face. Her hands moved deftly along the smooth keys, clicking away, as she began to detail her mission thus-far. Being undercover meant keeping accurate reports. The hunter always did enjoy having everything put down, it made her feel grounded and focused. Many recruits had lost their heads while assuming a different role for extended periods of time. This wasn't her first...but she didn't perticularily like playing stupid and innocent.
Do you believe them . . . ?
Victoria typed upon the keyboard, paused, and stared at the screen. White teeth nibbled and chewed against her bottom lip; a nervous habit. Fingertips moved once more, replying to the message as best she could. Her report explained everything in technical detail...her personal opinion was never part of such necessities.
Roy Munin is obsessive, almost to the point of insanity. I'm compelled to believe that he is either clinically insane, or very, very sure of this entire theory. It's been five days since I came to Central City and all I've gotten is pamphlets and a sore jaw from all this fucking smiling. Also, you'll see in my report, I've been using the standard approach of female to male relations...there's no doubting that Mr. Munin is interested in me, but his attendance to the Earth Militia is above and beyond any self-preservation...It's almost as if he were made for this.
Slender digits paused once more, the hunter licking her lips in trepidation. She opted to leave out other, personal observations. There was no denying the details of an attractive man, because Roy was, for all his charming and obvious philandering. Victoria was a smart, deadly, hunter. Yet, underneath it all, the girl was still just a girl. She could never tell her superior that sometimes with all her undercover flirting, she felt as if she weren't undercover at all.
There's a rally tomorrow, I'll be attending. If something doesn't present itself soon I'll be coming back. This is either a massive hoax, conspiracy, or Roy is telling the truth. I can't find any evidence to dispute it and...I feel as if I've been kept away from the others on purpose. Our target believes that I'm the poster girl, and my appearance has garnered more interest, but there's been absolutely no chance of my being able to talk, or meet, with the other supposed members of this organization. It's almost as if they don't exist...If this is all true, then an attack is immanent. I'll let you know more after the rally.
She pulled away from the laptop and her arms lifted above her head. Strands of cherry dragged down her back, and over her shoulders, her head inclined. Toes curled and then flexed with the mild stretch that weaved through her body, as she sat in shorts and a cut off t-shirt in the middle of the night. It was the only chance for her to stop pretending. The truth was...Victoria really wanted to punch someone in the face.
The rally was in full swing. All of their efforts had paid off, or, so they hoped. Victoria smiled and waved with her small dainty hand, people really did seem to like looking at her. Eyes were pinned to the length of her toned legs, only obscured once her black dress fluttered against her knees. The attire was suitable, and gave her that pretty little edge required of her. She had also gone so far as to pin up lengths of hair in a way so as to give it layers, in a pony-tail fashion. The hunter looked anything but brutal, dangerous, or vicious in any sense of the word. If anything, Victoria looked good enough to eat.
He really does like referring to me for all his points...she thought to herself, before flashing a wide smile. It was at that moment when a man from the crowed screamed. It didn't take more than that to have the hunter's eyes flicking upwards in the direction of the alien.
They're here?
The world exploded into light and dust. It was all happening so fast, so sudden. One had to wonder if Roy Munin would ever, in his made up existance, be thankful for that pink haired bimbo following him around. Without so much as thinking twice, her feet shifted in the wake of the explosion. Debris were forced from the orange bursts of flames and smoke, her body nearly vaulted from the cement, but not until she grabbed the older male by the back of his crisp and clean suit. Slender fingers held tight, and she shifted again to jump forward before the plume of disaster could swallow them alive.
“Maybe you were right after all, Mr. Munin,” she murmured as she landed several feet away in a couch, letting go of the man.
“How did you-
“Excuse me, this is the part where I...protect the planet.”
Victoria leapt from the pavement, her hair fluttering about her small figure, the hem of her dress dancing against her thighs. She hadn't expected this, otherwise, she wouldn't have worn a revealing outfit. Needless to say, Roy got one hell of a panty shot in the process.
This is it, I can't believe that guy was right...was his hunch this good? I can't let that alien get away, she let her thoughts race, and her hands and feet gripped statically to the side of the building she had jumped towards. Without looking back, Victoria pushed off of the brick wall and toward the crumbling inferno.
Quick reflexes had the femme fatal bounding from the building and right into the chaos. She ran through fire, singeing her skin, smoke laced through her flowing tresses. From the corner of her eye she caught the rouge bandit turning down the street away from the people, behind the destruction. “Not so fast,” she muttered under her breath. The flare of her aura lit against her body, white, and powerful, separating debris and licking flames from her path.
The hunter gave chase, running like the wind in the sky. Unfortunately for her, she had never been able to fly. She could only run until skidding around the corner that the shadow had slipped around. Blue eyes watched, and stared, as the alien disappeared before her eyes into none other than a pigeon. It's wings graced the air, pumped its little body further into the sky. Never one to give up, Victoria ran into the alley and jumped at the wall. She jumped, pushed off the wall, jumped again, landed, and gave one last leap into the open sky with hands outstretched to grasp that nasty, conniving vermin from the very air to which it had escaped. Her fingertips brushed upon soft plumage, before gravity took hold. The smallest of cries sounded out and the hunter plummeted down with arms flailing.
Firetrucks had arrived, their lights flashing, hoses issuing a torrent of water against the wreckage. Citizens crowded, their faces ashen, their murmurs unrelenting while they stood watching. The mayor's office was gone. Anyone who might have been inside...gone. It was a tragedy. Those aliens, they would pay, they would pay dearly. Now the people were upset, and outraged. This would not go without retaliation!
Victoria didn't even look at their faces, or pay attention to their words. She had lived upon the compound for seven years, since a young age. Politics were not her forte, and, the death of a mayor was not on her mind. What was, however, was the thought of aliens that could so easily arrive in such a way, and then change form in the blink of an eye. It reminded her of Olivia...something about the leader of Zone One. Yes...she could change her shape too.
“It's true, it's all true!”
“We have to attack!”
“What do we do now? What can we do?!”
Everyone had something to say, and the girl stopped walking as she rolled one of her shoulders. Her right arm was broken, but, that wasn't anything new. She let her limb remain limp at her side and she stared at the scene. Even this hunter, undercover or not, looked like one of them. Hurt, confused, and covered in soot. Her feet picked up again and she stopped upon seeing Roy Munin surrounded by the press. Now was his moment, she knew. The politician had hardly a scratch on him, if anything, only his hair had suffered in the wake of the explosion.
I should leave...but if this is real, if the aliens are here, invading...
“We fight, that's what we do, we fight for our lives.”
Her eyes lifted from the cement and she gazed toward the press, with their questions and their worries, as if Roy had all the answers.
“That's right,” Victoria spoke. She stepped closer, her left hand fingers tightening, a few of the cameras swerved to take her in. A battered young woman, seemingly useless and weak, the face of hope. The Company would want me to fight, besides, even if this is an elaborate scheme, her eyes darted to Roy as he locked eyes with her in turn, I'd like to stick around and find out just who this guy really is. Her face turned grim, and she held up a tight fist to the cameras. “We fight for our home, we won't let the invaders take Earth, we won't let anyone take Earth. Who's with me?”
That was just what they needed to hear.
Do you believe them . . . ?
Victoria typed upon the keyboard, paused, and stared at the screen. White teeth nibbled and chewed against her bottom lip; a nervous habit. Fingertips moved once more, replying to the message as best she could. Her report explained everything in technical detail...her personal opinion was never part of such necessities.
Roy Munin is obsessive, almost to the point of insanity. I'm compelled to believe that he is either clinically insane, or very, very sure of this entire theory. It's been five days since I came to Central City and all I've gotten is pamphlets and a sore jaw from all this fucking smiling. Also, you'll see in my report, I've been using the standard approach of female to male relations...there's no doubting that Mr. Munin is interested in me, but his attendance to the Earth Militia is above and beyond any self-preservation...It's almost as if he were made for this.
Slender digits paused once more, the hunter licking her lips in trepidation. She opted to leave out other, personal observations. There was no denying the details of an attractive man, because Roy was, for all his charming and obvious philandering. Victoria was a smart, deadly, hunter. Yet, underneath it all, the girl was still just a girl. She could never tell her superior that sometimes with all her undercover flirting, she felt as if she weren't undercover at all.
There's a rally tomorrow, I'll be attending. If something doesn't present itself soon I'll be coming back. This is either a massive hoax, conspiracy, or Roy is telling the truth. I can't find any evidence to dispute it and...I feel as if I've been kept away from the others on purpose. Our target believes that I'm the poster girl, and my appearance has garnered more interest, but there's been absolutely no chance of my being able to talk, or meet, with the other supposed members of this organization. It's almost as if they don't exist...If this is all true, then an attack is immanent. I'll let you know more after the rally.
She pulled away from the laptop and her arms lifted above her head. Strands of cherry dragged down her back, and over her shoulders, her head inclined. Toes curled and then flexed with the mild stretch that weaved through her body, as she sat in shorts and a cut off t-shirt in the middle of the night. It was the only chance for her to stop pretending. The truth was...Victoria really wanted to punch someone in the face.
--
The rally was in full swing. All of their efforts had paid off, or, so they hoped. Victoria smiled and waved with her small dainty hand, people really did seem to like looking at her. Eyes were pinned to the length of her toned legs, only obscured once her black dress fluttered against her knees. The attire was suitable, and gave her that pretty little edge required of her. She had also gone so far as to pin up lengths of hair in a way so as to give it layers, in a pony-tail fashion. The hunter looked anything but brutal, dangerous, or vicious in any sense of the word. If anything, Victoria looked good enough to eat.
He really does like referring to me for all his points...she thought to herself, before flashing a wide smile. It was at that moment when a man from the crowed screamed. It didn't take more than that to have the hunter's eyes flicking upwards in the direction of the alien.
They're here?
The world exploded into light and dust. It was all happening so fast, so sudden. One had to wonder if Roy Munin would ever, in his made up existance, be thankful for that pink haired bimbo following him around. Without so much as thinking twice, her feet shifted in the wake of the explosion. Debris were forced from the orange bursts of flames and smoke, her body nearly vaulted from the cement, but not until she grabbed the older male by the back of his crisp and clean suit. Slender fingers held tight, and she shifted again to jump forward before the plume of disaster could swallow them alive.
“Maybe you were right after all, Mr. Munin,” she murmured as she landed several feet away in a couch, letting go of the man.
“How did you-
“Excuse me, this is the part where I...protect the planet.”
Victoria leapt from the pavement, her hair fluttering about her small figure, the hem of her dress dancing against her thighs. She hadn't expected this, otherwise, she wouldn't have worn a revealing outfit. Needless to say, Roy got one hell of a panty shot in the process.
This is it, I can't believe that guy was right...was his hunch this good? I can't let that alien get away, she let her thoughts race, and her hands and feet gripped statically to the side of the building she had jumped towards. Without looking back, Victoria pushed off of the brick wall and toward the crumbling inferno.
Quick reflexes had the femme fatal bounding from the building and right into the chaos. She ran through fire, singeing her skin, smoke laced through her flowing tresses. From the corner of her eye she caught the rouge bandit turning down the street away from the people, behind the destruction. “Not so fast,” she muttered under her breath. The flare of her aura lit against her body, white, and powerful, separating debris and licking flames from her path.
The hunter gave chase, running like the wind in the sky. Unfortunately for her, she had never been able to fly. She could only run until skidding around the corner that the shadow had slipped around. Blue eyes watched, and stared, as the alien disappeared before her eyes into none other than a pigeon. It's wings graced the air, pumped its little body further into the sky. Never one to give up, Victoria ran into the alley and jumped at the wall. She jumped, pushed off the wall, jumped again, landed, and gave one last leap into the open sky with hands outstretched to grasp that nasty, conniving vermin from the very air to which it had escaped. Her fingertips brushed upon soft plumage, before gravity took hold. The smallest of cries sounded out and the hunter plummeted down with arms flailing.
--
Firetrucks had arrived, their lights flashing, hoses issuing a torrent of water against the wreckage. Citizens crowded, their faces ashen, their murmurs unrelenting while they stood watching. The mayor's office was gone. Anyone who might have been inside...gone. It was a tragedy. Those aliens, they would pay, they would pay dearly. Now the people were upset, and outraged. This would not go without retaliation!
Victoria didn't even look at their faces, or pay attention to their words. She had lived upon the compound for seven years, since a young age. Politics were not her forte, and, the death of a mayor was not on her mind. What was, however, was the thought of aliens that could so easily arrive in such a way, and then change form in the blink of an eye. It reminded her of Olivia...something about the leader of Zone One. Yes...she could change her shape too.
“It's true, it's all true!”
“We have to attack!”
“What do we do now? What can we do?!”
Everyone had something to say, and the girl stopped walking as she rolled one of her shoulders. Her right arm was broken, but, that wasn't anything new. She let her limb remain limp at her side and she stared at the scene. Even this hunter, undercover or not, looked like one of them. Hurt, confused, and covered in soot. Her feet picked up again and she stopped upon seeing Roy Munin surrounded by the press. Now was his moment, she knew. The politician had hardly a scratch on him, if anything, only his hair had suffered in the wake of the explosion.
I should leave...but if this is real, if the aliens are here, invading...
“We fight, that's what we do, we fight for our lives.”
Her eyes lifted from the cement and she gazed toward the press, with their questions and their worries, as if Roy had all the answers.
“That's right,” Victoria spoke. She stepped closer, her left hand fingers tightening, a few of the cameras swerved to take her in. A battered young woman, seemingly useless and weak, the face of hope. The Company would want me to fight, besides, even if this is an elaborate scheme, her eyes darted to Roy as he locked eyes with her in turn, I'd like to stick around and find out just who this guy really is. Her face turned grim, and she held up a tight fist to the cameras. “We fight for our home, we won't let the invaders take Earth, we won't let anyone take Earth. Who's with me?”
That was just what they needed to hear.
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