ever since her REQUIRED break from the rangers for her injuries and the trauma sustained from her deployment, the financial stability she once had was completely gone. she lost that wonderful journalism job, her comfortable loft in the heart of new york, and most of all, she lost touch with her family as oaklynn didn’t want to risk putting her pride on the line. with thirty dollars in her pocket and just that, her new home were the alleyways and the only keepsake was the dog tags around her neck and the backpack she had. nestled in the corner of her frequented home, the brunette was sound asleep till a series of noises awoke her and her SHARP instincts kicked in and ran towards the sight only to witness the thief running away before she could do anything. hearing the victim mutter about not having a phone or means of transportation, the DEPRAVED soul dug through her pocket handing off the money she did have left. ‘ here, it’s not much, but it should be enough to get you home or at least to a safer place. ’