[center][color=f9ad81][h3][b][u] T A H L I A    S T Y L E S [/u][/b][/h3][b]Shooting Range - New Anchorage[/b][/color][/center]
[hr][indent][h3][i]BANG! BANG! [b]THUD![/b][/i][/h3][/indent]
A red splatter exploded from the target that Tahlia could see down the very end of her sights. With a limp drop and a roll to one of the sides with what was left of the [i]bloody[/i] mess, she made grin... a grin of satisfaction for murdering an element out of her life that she had come to hate oh so much.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Never did like watermelons,"[/b][/color] she joked to herself as she pulled the bolt back on her rifle and ejected the shell casing. With everything that had been going on during the week and how she had told her mechanics about her son, Tahlia needed to just simply vent some frustration and remember what it was like to cause a mess with such a deadly device. It was a rare thing to experience when you operated an NC and it came down to one key factor... you rarely saw the person's death.

Not seeing someone's death was something that the woman had grown accustomed to. Being the ranged attacker that she was and sitting as far back on the battlefield as possible, Tahlia only saw the deaths of her targets through the map information that her NC and the Drone issued to her. A disappearing dot on a radar screen, a fading light like the light of someone's life.

Tahlia pulled out the magazine and disarmed the rifle before placing it onto the table next to where she was lying prone. She hit a buzzer button on the wall, triggering a loud siren and a strobe light that began flashing just in front of her booth. Throwing her jacket over her body and pulling up the hood, she began the long walk down to where her fruit corpse was splattered. As she walked she felt rather exposed to the elements and dangers that an NC protected her from. Sure there were people supervising the range and she had done everything correctly as to not cop a stray bullet in the back, but that wouldn't necessarily stop someone with a vendetta. She didn't know what her reputation might be in a place like this and if there was a price on her head from one of the other companies.

[color=f9ad81][i]I know Graham at some point is going to ask about my history.[/i][/color] The thought went through her head like a nail. Both painful and certain. The longer she stayed here, the more everyone would find out about her secrets and the way Red Star operated. Would they fear her, loath her, pity her?

[color=f9ad81][b]"Tahlia... Shut the fuck up!"[/b][/color] she swore as she came up to the victim of such a horrendous murder, looking down at a watery death. The Australian kneeled down, placing her finger in the ooze and scooping up a bit towards her mouth before taking a lick. A shudder went down her spine with the sweet flavour that she hated oh so much.

[color=f9ad81][b]"Even metho wouldn't salvage the taste of this shit."[/b][/color]