[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/huNJc9e.png[/img] [/center] [color=CE4C59]Time:[/color]Morning [color=CE4C59]Location:[/color] Operation Humanity Headquarters [hr] Most hunters lived at the base, but Angel had figured out from an early age that they were very willing to keep her appeased, so last year she requested to live in her own house in town so she could better watch out for vampires. She had wanted to get some space from the controlling manner that Operation Humanity possessed, but it all ended up only giving her more trouble. Regardless, she had to report to the HQ by 8 am every day. The routine of walking into the building, whilst having her fellow hunters stare at her like she was a freak of nature, was as per usual. Their eyes would be glued to her and the chatter would lower down to a few whispers. This was all no different than when the troubled kid came into school and everyone held their breath in order to see what interesting or weird thing they did this time. She grinned at them, winking. Angel would never consider herself a victim again. In fact, she considered herself top of the food chain. No one really tried to say anything to her face anymore so it was clear she at least intimidated them. With the neck wound still healing, she was wearing a thin, black turtleneck today. She was going to the training room originally, but a black-haired man stepped out in front of her and folded his arms. Angel sighed. She had a bad feeling this might happen. The dreaded words followed as expected. [color=f7976a]"Trotter wants you in the office." [/color] He informed her. The guy's name was Jacob and she had been hooking up with him on and off the last few months for no reason other than the hell of it. He was clearly not the committing type so it was the relationship that benefited both of them. She wasn't sure why she agreed to it and enjoyed it. Maybe it filled a void. Plus, he wasn't ugly. Angel smiled and reached up to trace his jawline with her finger. [color=CE4C59]"And I want you in the closet later."[/color] She whispered huskily, watching the grin the formed on his face momentarily before she abruptly turned away to make her way to the office. She giggled to herself as she walked away without looking back at him. Her smile fell as she arrived at his office and knocked on the door. It immediately was opened and she leaned in the doorway. [color=CE4C59]"What do you want?"[/color]She asked dryly, crossing her arms. Angel was probably one of the only ones here who lacked respect for authority, but that was also because she was one of the only ones who could get away with it. Disrespecting the colonel of a government operation was almost suicide for anyone who didn't hold enough value to be unfirable. Colonel Nathaniel Trotter sat at his desk, his thick brows furrowed and his blue eyes glaring daggers at her. He had a groomed mustache that matched his dark brows, but unfortunately not a head of hair to match it too. He was always dressed in his classy uniform with all his fancy badges. Angel wondered how come she didn't get any cool badges. She usually got distracted looking at them all but his facial expression was hard to put her eyes away from. He looked really pissed. He gestured for her to sit, the door slamming behind her. Angel flinched, glancing over her shoulder. A woman by the door glared at her as well and nodded at the chair expectantly. She sat down and folded her arms, leaning back in the chair. He seemed to be taking a moment to collect his thoughts, so she took the opportunity to take the wheel of the conversation, [color=CE4C59]"So what's with the Swedish guy? He doesn't answer texts at all."[/color] [color=gray]"He's not coming. That whole sector had to be sent elsewhere to a more dire circumstance. “[/color] The Colonel picked up his papers and neatly tapped them on the table, organizing them as he spoke. He turned the computer monitor around for her to look at it. A full display of the group of vampires closing in on Angel on the road from a security camera began to play out. [color=gray]“We also have footage of you entering the club and later leaving the club following a subject who was clearly within your ability to eliminate. You injured him and purposely let him run, keeping distance. “[/color] Angel forgot how good he was at putting things together. This was going to be a hard one to wiggle out of. [color=gray]“You antagonized enough in that club to drive some vampires to plan an ambush on you. However, how did you get from the club to that area blocks away? And why on earth did they know you’d follow him there?” [/color] Angel opened her mouth to answer, but he held up his finger. He had known her since she was a child and clearly knew she was about to spew bullshit. [color=gray]“This is all because this little charade of yours is a routine. You’ve done this before, hunted vampires there and purposely hurt them at times in hopes of having them lead you somewhere. No need to tell me where, as I have a good idea of where you want to go.” [/color] Maybe she could fool Niko and Sean, but there was no fooling this man. [color=gray]“It’s childish and reckless.”[/color]He spat, his tone taking on an angrier and sterner tone. [color=gray]“You know how crucial you are and now you’ve gone and made yourself infamous amongst the bloodsuckers. No doubt every one of them is aware of your antics by this point because God knows how long you’ve been pulling this shit. “ [/color] Angel dropped her gaze. He was right. For them to plan an ambush the way they did, they must have been hanging bounty posters the way they did in western movies all around, except they stated that she was just wanted dead, instead of dead or alive. [color=CE4C59]“Let them come for me.”[/color] The words came out of her mouth without much thought.[color=CE4C59] “I’ll kill them all. Just saves me the time of having to look for them.”[/color] [color=gray]“I’d like to see you take on the hundreds and thousands of vampires Viet Et Mort has stationed right nearby. If you continue the way you are, they will come for you and you are not immortal, Angel. We gave you a gift, yes, but you are still a human like the rest of us: fragile and easy to destroy.” [/color] [color=CE4C59]“A gift,”[/color] Angel repeated with a sneer and rolled her eyes. She hadn’t expected him to lay out exactly what she was doing so easily, but she had indeed expected him to treat her like she was a precious killing machine they had to keep safe rather than an actual person they gave a shit about. Not that they practically raised her or anything and that mattered. He stood up and glared down at her, [color=gray]“I allowed you to live off grounds, you ungrateful girl! A privilege I have given very few!”[/color] She returned his glare to which he narrowed his eyes. [color=gray]“We will take that away and have you sleeping in a small room here-”[/color] [color=CE4C59]“I’m an adult. You can’t tell me where to live!”[/color]Angel snapped, interrupting him. They had controlled her life for so many years. When Angel finally got to live on her own, it had been so freeing. Colonel Trotter shook his head, his voice taking on a low tone. [color=gray]“You have nowhere else to go, Angel. Without us paying you, you wouldn’t afford your house or car. Everything you have is because I gave it to you and I will not shed a tear if I have to take it away. Now listen here. You will not be allowed to go [i]anywhere[/i] any time after dusk without Sean, Nikolaus or another hunter accompanying you. If we catch you hunting alone, and we will, we have round the clock surveillance, you can say goodbye to your freedom.”[/color] They basically owned her. She was pretty sure her house and car were in his name since she hadn’t known how to buy those things herself and needed assistance. Even if she wanted to just go off on her own and accept being homeless, it could take her forever before she found Viet Et Mort. Angel had to deal with being their bitch for the time being. Standing up out of her chair, she kicked it back out of her way and turned to leave. [color=gray]“I didn’t dismiss you. You will also be training until dusk today. I’ll have someone come for you. Go run laps on the indoor track for an hour.”[/color] Angel rolled her eyes and stormed out regardless in the middle of him speaking, but she did hear him and start making her way to the track.