[center][i]God damn it![/i][/center]

The mad major kept rewinding the events in her mind, the instant she almost lost to a common man with a little more power than he should have had. The wound on her arm stayed as a crude reminder of her pointless arrogance and recklessness. She wasn't angry out of fear of barely escaping death, actually the concept of death had lost any form of intimidating impact on her psyche the instant she discovered the origin of Kages, but at the idea that she was actually vulnerable for an extended period. Taking damage was one thing, but being shot from behind was pure shame to the egocentric woman. 

Carol-Ann bit the tip of her white glove, a reflex of a nail biter undergoing a certain amount of stress, as she supervised the prisoner she was dragging back to the Baron base so the scientists there could play doctor on the wounded host. She glared at the unconscious man's body, the burning desire to continuously make his body explode after fighting him once more pushed her near the limits of her self-control. Luckily, the transport shuttle had landed at the base at time to distract the leading woman. Soldiers evacuated the test subject from the transport vehicle while Carol-Ann headed immediately to her designated office in the area. 

With her eight man squad dismissed, she remained in her office, lying on the recently bought leather couch set against the upper right hand corner of the room. The coffee machine on the adjacent table was running as she ran her hands on the seemingly disinterested face. 

'[i]Why are you so fixated on the outcome of the fight? It isn't like I was going to let you die there anyway...[/i]'said Morel, finally manifesting himself completely in her mind, taking the form of a small blue jay on the girl's military cap. It took her a few seconds to reply to the Kage. 

"[b]I hate losing. I love winning. But I loath the idea that such an inferior piece of shit has the freedom to go down whenever he wants. If I could I would...[/b]" She'd clench her fists before pounding her gunshot wound rather violently with the balled fist. A little squeak could be heard coming out of her mouth in response to the pain. She didn't like pain, but it was an effective way to cool down when she knew perfectly that a fit of rage would cause her trouble. 

After a few minutes, she looked at the clock placed on her work desk, only to realize the day had past already and it would likely be getting dark out soon enough. She grabbed the mug she had prepped earlier for coffee and sipped from it. She didn't like coffee too much, and she tended to avoid drinking it, but she couldn't deny the boost it could give to her. Along with her drink she turned on the computer integrated in the desk, employing the surveillance service she had access to in order to witness her latest victim's torment and reduction to animal levels. She could only smirk at the sordid fate the gangster would meet, but such sadism wasn't fun unless she was the dominating antagonist in the story. 

A flashing, green light captivated her attention on the edge of the screen, prompting her to click it via the touch screen. The window that opened was a report concerning the shuttle she had ordered to tail via GPS location. Apparently the last known trace it left was that it landed thirty minutes away from Sovereign and that it was in Kell's territory, though it would be impossible to locate anyone in the surrounding areas filled with flora and virgin grounds no one would bother to search in in great detail. Carol-Ann sighed, out of annoyance but of relief as well. 

'[i]Your mood changed quickly. You're much prettier when you're not angry, Carol-Ann...[/i]' complimented the spiritual creature, still standing on the woman's cap. 

"[b]These assholes I have to chase, they'll probably stop somewhere not too far. Problem is, it's a big world out there. I really can't bother to lose my shit over pointless duck hunting.[/b]" She yawned and took a long sip on her still hot coffee. 

'[i]... Do you think our main target is permanently dead, Carol-Ann?[/i]' 

"[b]Dead or not, it's our job to stick a bullet between his eyes to confirm.[/b]" she responded with an adamant and monotone voice, almost as if the main objective wasn't what was preoccupying her the most. 

'[i]Hmmm. Something's troubling you. And you're never worried about work.[/i]' stated Morel, his bird head couldn't really express emotions but his voice held enough to express genuine concern for his host. 

"[b]Concentrate on regaining your spirit energy. That's all you're good for right now.[/b]" she coldly ordered her Kage, lowering her cap just so she could cover her eyes before resting her back against her leather seat so she could get the most comfortable position possible. She quickly drifted to sleep, taking one of those power naps she seemed to enjoy after training or after work before all of this began.