[b]Victoria Hellsmith[/b]
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[center][i]How rare, thought Victoria. Up until now, she had exclusively worked alone on missions, and almost always in covert operations. Tonight, however, she would be sent into action alongside several other agents, in order to track down and eliminate an operation related to the black market. Her job was to infiltrate the building and provide cover for the other agents while they move in for the kill. 

A good plan, on paper, but the other agents probably wouldn't have been briefed on Victoria's abilities, except that she was a covert specialist. So, things were about to get very awkward.[/i][/center]

[i]"Hello, is anybody there? I seem to have lost my dog."[/i] A young girl's voice calls out conspicuously into the night, followed by the quiet sound of boots stepping on the hard floor. The sound of her movements and voice echo throughout the enviroment, ensuring that absolutely everybody nearby would probably hear her coming. For emphasis, Victoria raises her hands to her mouth in a common human gesture and calls again, louder this time.

[i]"Spoooot! Where are you?"[/i]

She steps out into the immediate vicinity of the forklift, and her face is immediately illuminated by a ready flashlight. There was no time to react. A flash of light, the smell of gunpowder, and several metal objects pierced her body at high speeds. The sound was deafening as it echoed through the confines of the warehouse, amplified by the moments of silence that followed shortly after. 

[i]Oh[/i]

 She falls to the ground, blood quickly sprouting from the holes in her thick winter coat. Several of the men approach her shakily, shining the light back on her face to reveal her appearance- that of a young girl. There was nothing strange about her, nothing at all besides the sheer volume of blood that was pouring from her silent corpse. It spread quickly, creating a wide pool of red around the spot where she landed. As tough as they were, confusion spreads through the group of criminals-

[center][i]"The fuck was that?-" "Did one of those fuckers get out?-" "Who the fuck...?-" "I'm sorry, man, I panicked...-"

"QUIET!",[/i] shouts one of the larger men of the group, immediately silencing the lot of them. [i]
"We've gotta get this done quick, in case some other good citizen comes wandering along. Hustle it!"[/i][/center]
There is some murmured agreement among the group, and they immediately get back to work, quite a bit more aware of their surroundings compared to before. Lying on the floor silently was the young girl, who was apparently supposed to be the covert agent. 

She was, of course, dead as a brick. 

She wasn't breathing, her heart had stopped beating, and she had lost enough blood to fill a small bathtub. 

Most definitely, certainly, and thoroughly dead.

[i]Probably.[/i]