#calculatingvictor

 At least she knew where the peacekeepers were given the anti air emplacements that shot down the transport. They would have transports, especially ones she could hotwire and drive around this god forsaken front until she found where she was supposed to be. She heard the sound of the peacekeeper transports heading towards her. She moved to hide behind the bolder hoping they would passed by and she could continue along her way. Her stomach dropped as she heard it slow and stop near her. She pressed against the bolder and close her eyes hoping they didn’t see her duck behind it. She heard the footsteps walk closer and then stop right next to her. Goram peacekeepers must have someone with good eyesight, she thought as she felt the tap on her shoulder. She wasn’t a fighter like the rest of Deejay’s friends, she was just a mechanic, so she complied to their orders and went with them, knowing that Deejay would probably be looking for her when she didn’t show up at camp like she was supposed to.

“You think so, Marasco?” she stated as she went through the ammo stores for the ammo she needed.

She was getting stir craxy, there were too many targets to shoot in this war and those kills were slipping through her fingers. Who cares if the rest of the hornet’s nest was gunning for her, she had killed the top three and the rest weren’t really all that bright. She stole through camp with her rifle over her shoulder. She was headed towards the south entrance of camp but paused as she saw that Jorge was on guard duty there. She knew he wouldn’t let her out as she wasn’t medically cleared at the moment, so she might as well try the north entrance while Marasco was preoccupied with his victor. Sure he’d yell into her earpiece when he found out but that was neither here or there at the moment. She was just about out of the north gate when she heard footsteps behind her. “I’m just going for a walk.”

Astonia has a few scars from training over the years but the most noticeable scar is on her right shoulder where a murderhawk tried to pick her up during operation NORTHSTAR.

@calculatingvictor this so describes Marasco’s and Astonia’s relationship.

She hesitated at the door not wanting to be recognized by Rhodes since she knew he was in there doing what he did best. Before she had time to refuse Mr. Marasco’s insisting that she should come in from the cold for a bit and maybe get some bandages for a few scrapes that she had received in getting him there in one piece the older man pulled her in off the streets and she glanced up the stairs to see Rhodes just heading down the stairs to what she could assume would be where he was monitoring all the tech. Damn, please don’t notice me, she thought as she looked around the post office trying to pretend that she wasn’t part of the division’s first wave. Thank god that she hid most of her tech in the backpack and she had found a way to disguise the ISAC box on her back pack as she really didn’t want to explain why she had a turret to these people if they suddenly became curious. She pushed her coat sleeve over the damned watch hoping no one would notice the glow.

She crawled into the window of the apartment she claimed as her own and she had a feeling something wasn’t right. She drew her side arm, her hand resting against her seeker mine ready to activate it and run because if Keener had found out where she had held up then it was time to find another place to hole up. Her eyes searched the apartment for anything that was out of place. She didn’t need this not after the hard day she just had.

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