[CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/G9SCl8s.jpg?1[/img][/CENTER][INDENT][INDENT][Color=DARKORANGE][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E L   S A L V A D O R:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Tuesday, October 30[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 10:33 PM | Miramundo Rainforest - Chalatenango[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[INDENT][INDENT]The forest was eerily quiet. All that could be heard was the rumble of the convoy making its way slowly down the overgrown roads. The sobs of several women hung in the back, a particularly loud cry was cut off by a yelp, the echo of flesh on flesh rang out through the mist-laden forest. Normally, they would be free to travel the roads, but recently a she-devil, a costumed [i]bruja[/i] had been cutting into their shipments. Just last week, three convoys were stopped, their contents escaped and returned back to their families and loved ones in the United States. Normally the capes didn't bother with the operations of the Jaguar, but for some reason, somehow they had caught the eye of this one.

Extinguishing a cigarette on the dashboard of the truck, the driver sat back in his seat attempting to relax before he shot up straight as a board. His foot slammed the brakes to the floor, the convoy skidding to a stop while the truck behind was forced to swerve to avoid rear-ending the first. Shrieks came from the back of both vehicles as the women inside were tossed around by the sudden jerking movement. Before the driver could even undo his seat-belt, the butt of a rifle was tapping on his window before the door was angrily hauled open.

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"Why de 'ell did you stop!"[/b][/COLOR] The dark skinned man yelled at him as the driver meekly pointed towards a large tree felled across the road. Swatting a mosquito that had landed on his neck, the other man's lip curled up in disgust before he put his hand to his mouth and whistled.

[COLOR=SILVER][b]"Alright, get de saws."[/b][/COLOR] He ordered, two other men climbing out of the back of the truck while he circled behind it. The assault rifle in his hands pointing from woman to woman as he shone the tactical flashlight into the back, a clear warning to those inside. Anyone attempting to escape would be killed, or worse.

The silence of the night was quickly broken by the roar of chainsaws as the two men powered up the tools and approached the tree. Bending down to begin at the stump, one of the men stumbled backwards in surprise, noticing the fresh cuts to the trunk, the tree hadn't been felled by natural means. Turning to call to the others, barely a word made it out of his mouth before the blade of energy sword burst through his chest. Live current running through his body as he slumped to the ground unconscious. 

Unable to hear the struggle of his companion over the sound of his own saw, the other man didn't even notice the woman dressed in black and orange as she raised a gun towards him and fired the tranquilizer dark without even looking. Dropping to the ground, the saw disengaged as the other man joined his partner in a very deep slumber.

Noticing the sudden lack of noise, the leader of the group poked his head out from behind the truck before he called towards the first driver.

[COLOR=SILVER][B]"Is it too much to hope, de idiots already cleared de tree."[/B][/COLOR] He spat venomously. Firing into the air to give off a warning, he walked forward. [COLOR=SILVER][B]"This isa de night you die bruja."[/B][/COLOR]

A soft thud could be heard from behind the man, catching him off guard as the woman spoke.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"I don't [i]fuckin'[/i] think so."[/B][/COLOR] The man was blown off his feet as the woman raised her gun, firing a single rocksalt round into his chest from a special modification. Watching his boss fly to the ground, the driver turned to run while the other men quickly climbed out the truck, scrambling for their weapons.

Rose Wilson, the Ravager.

Formerly a Teen Titan, forever damned to be the daughter of Deathstroke the Terminator. Rose had left the rooftops of Gotham, Metropolis and San Francisco behind for this. The feeling of being alive, the feeling of for one time, doing something right with her life. She was the hero of the downtrodden and the scourge of the underworld and there was nothing in her that could bring her to deny that she loved every moment of it. 

The night was illuminated by gunfire as assault weapons rang out but the girl was never where she had been when her assailants pulled the trigger. The steady hum of the energy swords gave away her position with each swing while she closed in, the blades cutting through the guns as though she was running her finger though a pool of water. It was easy, and it graceful.

And it was over far too quickly.

An adrenaline junkie at heart, Rose's chest pounded up and down, her bosom swelling with each breath she took, standing in victory over the pile of broken men. With a quick twirl of the swords, she deactivate the blades and returned the hilts to the back of her waist, drawing one of the conventional swords off her back as she approached the now stirring leader.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Please, please call me a [I]bitch[/I] like it's a bad thing."[/B][/COLOR] Rose said, reaching down and grabbing the dark skinned man before holding him up by his throat against the door of the convoy truck. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Who are you working for?"[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][B]"F-f-fuck..."[/B][/COLOR] He choked before spitting blood. [COLOR=SILVER][B]"You!"[/B][/COLOR] Flinching, the blood laden saliva landed on her mask. Driving her sword through the man's shoulder, Rose listened in satisfaction to the shattering of glass as it told her the blade gone through. Cries of agony filled the night sky, the man pinned on the blade struggling with no avail.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Same question as before, and I'd answer it this time."[/B][/COLOR] Rose stated, twisting the hilt of the blade.

[COLOR=SILVER][B]"S-same answer."[/B][/COLOR] The man managed to reply, smiling wide, his teeth stained red. Growling, Rose pulled back the sword as she dropped the man to the ground. He stumbled while he fought to regain his footing only for the blade to swing. He barely felt a thing until the subtle [I]'THUD'[/I] of his hand hitting the ground causing him to look towards the bleeding stump on the end of his arm. Cold metal was suddenly pressed against his groin as Rose slammed him against the truck again, this time with a hand around his throat and her gun pressed to his manhood.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"You seem to like thinking with this, perhaps it knows the answer."[/B][/COLOR] Rose's smile was filled with anything but mirth as she spoke. The man tried to squirm but her strength held him firmly in place.

[COLOR=SILVER][B]"The J-jaguar. We work for the Jaguar."[/B][/COLOR] 

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Then I hope the Jaguar knows he's a dead man."[/B][/COLOR] Rose replied tossing the man back to the ground, his shirt tearing off. The muzzle of her gun lit up twice, the shots ringing out through the jungle as she placed a bullet in either of his knees. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Thirty mile walk back to town. I hope it was worth it."[/B][/COLOR] She spat tossing the shredded shirt back to the man. [COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"And I'd wrap that quickly, don't want you to bleed out."[/B][/COLOR] She added, sheathing her weapons.

A light illuminated the jungle floor as a VTOL plane descended upon the scene. Opening the back of the trucks, Rose motioned for the captured women to exit while the plane lowered a platform to the ground. Dozens of thank you's and other blessings were whispered towards Rose as the battered prisoners ran to the platform. Giving the all clear, Rose watched the platform rise into the sky before the plane turned back towards the United States. Walking away from the scene, Rose haphazardly tossed a grenade over her shoulder as the trucks exploded moments later. The heat of the explosion warmed her back while Rose triumphantly walked away from the scene before muttering to herself.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]"Always wanted to do that."[/B][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT]