@flying-jalopy liked for a starter!
Sitting up and looking around, her dark eyes struggling to adjust to the barren wasteland that swirled before her eyes in a confusing display of vastness. Vague memories shuffled in her mind, disjointed pieces of a puzzle clacking about as they tried to fit together but never quite succeeding.
All she remembered was the package: not where it was supposed to go nor what it was. Another wave of annoyance hit her when she realized that it was no longer there. A quiet scoff escapes the Courier as she reached up to scratch at her neck before her entire body stiffened, she certainly had not put on a collar willingly. Looking around, she found that she was mostly alone.
How annoying, it would seem that getting kidnapped had become an unfortunate habit of Seven’s. At least she still had her hidden blade, the sheath pressed against her inner thigh as if pleading with her to not be forgotten.
“Aye, you waiting for me to deliver your package or something? Maybe you wanna shoot me to?” the stranger beside her seemed mostly harmless, he lacked the stench of the truly filthy. Still, she’d be all too willingly to plunge the blade into his neck if need be.
