Vilania

"Vilania," she paused, "sorry for shooting ya. Didn't think that bullet would go all the way through." She looked down, and then up at the sky. It was starting to get dark. Vilania wasn’t used to people thanking her, genuine or not. The man seemed to be making light of the moment, and Vilania surprisingly felt that she appreciated it.

Wolf huffed a breath and shuffled towards the door leading back into the main hallway of the building. The stench of the surroundings stung as he backtracked through the heart of it. Thank whatever gods that be that he finally can get away from all this. He's gonna need a weeks worth of showers to fully feel like he got the place washed from his skin.

She followed behind the man and had to quicken her steps to fall in line with him. Damn long legs, she thought. As they walked through the building to the exit she grimaced and scrunched her nose as she stepped over whatever remains were on the floor.

"Get me the fuck out of here, this place fucking reeks." she grumbled, mostly to herself. Once out of the building, Vilania pulled the keys to her Quadra from her sweatpants pockets and unlocked the doors.

"Let me grab a towel from the trunk so you don't get blood in my seats. Don't really feel like cleaning that." She said, rounding the car to open the trunk. She pulled out an old looking towel and handed it to Wolf.

Wolf's head fell between his shoulders as he propped his forearms against the countertop. He shook his head and muttered under his breath numerous curses and questions of his life choices. Next to him on the burner was a baking sheet of burnt cookies, the entire kitchen smelling like the worst holiday party. Chocolate, peanut butter, and the most unfortunate ingredient... brown sugar spam.

She left the man with the woman and took in the rest of the large room. There were bodies everywhere. She continued through the room and noticed a large floor length glass door. It was partially broken, and led out to a short balcony.

"Thanks, 'ppreciate it." He maneuvered through the door, feet first, slow and steady to avoid injuries. He set his mark on the ground right as the hum of the Trauma AV hit his ears. He took tentative steps back as orders where slung his direction, finally flying off in a huff.

"Vilania," she paused, "sorry for shooting ya. Didn't think that bullet would go all the way through." She looked down, and then up at the sky. It was starting to get dark. Vilania wasn’t used to people thanking her, genuine or not. The man seemed to be making light of the moment, and Vilania surprisingly felt that she appreciated it.

Wolf gawked up at the woman. His jaw hit the floor when she seemed to just now confirm that she killed the right guy. Who the fuck checks afterwards?

"Wha– No, I just said I'm here to rescue someone." He began to struggle to move the body that was growing colder on him. "She's in the damn tub. Killing these fuckers on the way is just a perk.

"And now I'm fuckin' bleeding, by the way," the body, some guy named Zakhar he finally processed, flopped off to the side. Making slow movements to get to his feet, Wolf wobbled and sat on the edge of the tub.

He made a quick scan over the unconscious woman, his Kiroshi's once again confirming that she was the one he was looking for. He also found a pulse, just faint enough to feel. His sleeves soaked through as he slipped his arms underneath the water and under the rescuee. Pulling her from the tub into a bridal carry. There was a chip in her neuroport, most likely blocking her contacts from finding her. He jacked into her biomon and pulled it, eyes immediately flashing with messages from her vitals and Trauma on the way.

She left the man with the woman and took in the rest of the large room. There were bodies everywhere. She continued through the room and noticed a large floor length glass door. It was partially broken, and led out to a short balcony.

The glint of a rifle pulled Wolf's attention to the broken ceiling. It was only a matter of seconds before another bullet fired and the other man lurched forward. "Fuuuuu—"

His back hit the edge of the tub, ice cold water sloshed around, spilling onto the floor and causing him to slip fully. The now dead body of the scav too much of a dead weight to move alone. "Augh–fuck–" Every muscle in his body burned in pain. He was now cold and hot at the same time. He strained against the body on top of him, trying to roll it off and looking back up to the ceiling to see if whoever else was here might try and shoot him too. What luck he has to not be the only one taking out this den.

As she shuffled her way through the room, she settles in a dark spot right over a large hole in the floor. “Oh good lord…” Looking down, she see’s what must be a bathroom, and a person lying in the bath water.

Mumbles and shuffling grab her attention as she pulls her eyes away from the figure in the tub. A tall man with shaggy white hair comes into view, seemingly focused on the person in the tub. Immediately, Vilania aims her sniper at the base of the man’s neck, her finger ghosting over the trigger awaiting the man’s next move. Suddenly, another larger figure appears behind the man.

“Oh for fucks sake. Is everyone a giant around here??” Vilania re-aims her rifle at the larger figure, looking him up and down to asses who he is. It was clear to her that the giant was a scav, and was coming dangerously close to the white-haired man.

Searing pain tore through Wolf's thigh in the same trajectory as the bullet. He barely had time to react to the click of a trigger before he felt his own warm blood start seeping his pant leg. "God–fuckin'–shit fuck!" His head whipped around to where he approximated the bullet to have come from. Only he was met with a hulking figure looming over him.

Wolf bristled, jumping up to his feet even though his leg screamed at him to stop. His eyes scanned the brickwall of a scav in front of him, then the two guns in his hands. One bullet definitely didn't come from this guy. Problem was, he was still alive. Just with a gaping hole in his chest. Damned bullet went right through him.

"God, fuck, this building smells like ass," Wolf muttered to himself. He stalked up the hallway, careful to not let trash and glass crunch to loud under his feet. If he didn't know any better, he'd day the whole building was a scav haunt. It just had the worst kind of stank to it.

He rounded the corner, and was greeted with the true base of operations. Doors ripped off hinges, and walls torn down for easy access across the rest of the floor. Various bodies strewn across tables in different states of decay. Body parts stripped of any and all chrome littered the rooms. A gruesome sight that turned Wolf's stomach every time.

As she shuffled her way through the room, she settles in a dark spot right over a large hole in the floor. “Oh good lord…” Looking down, she see’s what must be a bathroom, and a person lying in the bath water.

Mumbles and shuffling grab her attention as she pulls her eyes away from the figure in the tub. A tall man with shaggy white hair comes into view, seemingly focused on the person in the tub. Immediately, Vilania aims her sniper at the base of the man’s neck, her finger ghosting over the trigger awaiting the man’s next move. Suddenly, another larger figure appears behind the man.

“Oh for fucks sake. Is everyone a giant around here??” Vilania re-aims her rifle at the larger figure, looking him up and down to asses who he is. It was clear to her that the giant was a scav, and was coming dangerously close to the white-haired man.

“What do you need? Salmon, a little bit of whipping cream, and a little bit of love.” 

“Well, we’ve truly made a gourmet meal.”

“Let’s get cooking.” 

“Ready or not, here I come.” 

“Where is the boy?”

“I found your hand.” 

“Come on (name), let’s play a game.” 

“Sucking the life out of me.” 

“I thought it would stop but it just kept going.” 

“We did it! That was so cool!” 

“I’m not feeling any give.” 

“And SQUEEZE.” 

“I haven’t squatted in a while.” 

“Use the anger.” 

“I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” 

“This is where the job… gets jobbed.” 

“That literally didn’t do anything.” 

“That was such a cry of defeat.” 

“What are you madly whispering to yourself?”

“Melon makes me mad.” 

“It might be impossible for you, (name).” 

“Don’t ever tell me that.” 

“Who are you working for?” 

“I feel like I could do it if this insane man wasn’t talking in my ear.” 

“Keep your eyes right here.” 

“There is no trick.” 

“You’re making the claim that you’re the best boyfriend/girlfriend/partner in the world because you cooked dinner and made a pillow fort?” 

“Dude.. Have you ever heard of somebody who put forth more effort? What else could I possibly do?” 

“What else is there to a relationship than that?” 

“There’s no way I can compete with that.” 

“She’s always literally right there.” 

“Always watching, waiting.” 

“I performed the gentlemanly act of not only making dinner but I was like.. Hey, you know who likes comfy, cozy, darker places? Migraine people.” 

“I would argue that building the pillow fort is half the fun.” 

“I won’t throw (name) under the bus just because you did something nice.” 

“Throw him under the bus, he’s never done anything.” 

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