[center][color=black][h2]Angel[/h2][/color][/center]

[center]Most times Angel had found herself in hot pursuit, she had found herself in the bony hands of death, nearly escaping from its strong grasp. She had learned in recent years turning and facing your opponent head-on often shocked them and gave her the upper hand. She slung her bag over her shoulder and darted out the door of the apartment and into the corridor at full speed. She threw herself into a run down the stairs, making sure every step was loud and not soon after the other. The girl that had been coming up the stairs herself, probably trying to be stealthy, was very much caught off guard and did not have much time to think when Angel's boot slammed her into her stomach, sending her down the stairs. Angel let her tumble quite a few steps before she ran to grab her by the back of her shirt and slammed her up against the wall. 

She was a young brunette, younger than Angel had expected. Her brown eyes were brimming with tears and wide with fear. Her nose was out of place and drenching the lower half of her face with blood. The girl's gun had fallen out of her hand and was a few steps down from them. "Who do you work for?"She demanded, keeping voice steady and cold. Part of her had wanted to soften and be nice to the girl, but she knew better than to not be wary of crocodile tears. She had to keep her poker face. 

"The Wolves."She said quietly without much hesitation. The girl wasn't trained well at all. Surely, a member of The Wolves would be able to hold their tongue a little longer than that. The Wolves were very infamous for being absolutely destructive and well-trained. She had been told her target had been a no-one. Angel couldn't help but grit her teeth a little. Killing two of them were going to paint a giant target on her back. She had assumed they'd be much smarter than to just drive through the middle of the street and get picked off as easily as they did. Her only regret was that she had killed more than necessary. This girl had been kicked down the stairs as easy as kicking a child. With her looks, Angel thought maybe it had not been so long ago that she had been one. 

[i]Why would they send amateurs into the city?[/i] Angel thought, wracking her brain. They had to have been some sort of bait for someone or something. There definitely was some sort of testing going on. "Alright."She said and pulled out her handgun. Roughly gripping the girl's shoulder, she turned her around so she was in front of her. She pressed it to her back, pushing her forward. "There were two more with you. Where are they?"

"They were right behind me."She replied, her voice choking up. The girl began to whimper as she said, "Please don't kill me. "

Angel pushed her forward, doing her best to ignore the empathetic side of her. "Don't make me then." Her voice came out like venom from a snake, startling herself a bit. Once at the front door, she ordered her, "Open the door."

The first thing that made Angel hesitate was the scent of burnt flesh. The second being the girl bursting into tears. She easily was able to glance over the girl's shoulder, towering over her in height. There was a dead body strewn in front of them with a giant, gaping hole burned through his chest. The smell was dreadful. A few feet of them, someone's bloodied and smashed body was shoved into a crater in the pavement. Angel drew the girl back by her arm as she scoped the scene as quickly as possible, spotting a winged figure up on the building across from them. She reached over the girl and slammed the door shut. "What the fuck is that robot thing?"Angel snapped at her. 

"I-I don't know! Oh my God... My brother...No no..."She broke down, falling to her knees with loud sobs wracking her body. Angel bit her lip and forced herself to slap her. "Shut up or we die next." The girl crawled away from her onto the steps and curled up, trying to silence herself. She was going to be useless. Angel moved over to the side of the window and put her handgun away, taking out her rifle. She didn't care what the hell that thing was. Person or robot, it was a killing machine and they could not get out of here safely with it standing there. This was a lot more effort than she had signed up for.  "Looks like it's bird hunting season." She muttered to herself, trying to angle herself so she could get a good shot at the thing without making herself too evident. 
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