[center]Central Apartment Complex[/center]

[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/27357/posts/ooc?page=1#post-817398]Junko Heizen[/url][/center]

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[i]"What? Its the truth. Its part of my life, as it is yours."[/i]

It was one of those days, suicidal missions for pay most of them wouldn't live to see. The helmet she wore looked comically oversized on her head, and the combat vest reached almost to her knees. It was the day of her 11th winter.

[i]"You die, and people will scavenge your stuff later. Ain't much use to you if yous dead. And in the middle of the zone like this?"[/i] The haggard looking mercenary still managed to give a sarcastic sort of flourish to the surrounding area, though his legs were blown clean off and his stomach sporting a large wound. The alley they were in were littered with bodies, both from their side and the enemy, but at least it was secure, for however long the front line held. [i]"There ain't no one here to play doctor, so don't even try to coax me with that 'yer gonna make it' shit."[/i]

[i]"I had a shitty life. Shitty, but the only one worth living. Ain't gonna live like them cows hiding in their holes."[/i]

He smiled. 

[i]"So kid, take up that gun and shoot me."[/i]

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She opened her eyes to the drab interior of the heli, the drone of its propellers a dull background noise barely noticed. A moment of confusion hit her before she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Dozed off during the uneventful flight, and had a moment's dream. A dream of old memories.

Another day, another contract, and more to do for Junko Heizen. What she had accepted seemed to be a simple support mission however. \. A simple go in, clear the area, provide support fire, and then haul ass back to HQ. Though its never that simple. The least of their worries would be mech grappling all the way up and shooting a stream of lead their way. The worse would be a brutish mutant who could take a heavy tank's shell to the face and grin.

Her mind was still on other thoughts as they reached the destination and disembarked, soon after being offered some sort of advice on the mission. She didn't get much however, for as soon as she was on solid ground she had her pistol out, scanning the area for sudden ambushes. 

[b]“So as I was saying. Which of you guys are good at shooting? I’m basically ass when it comes to long range fire, so I’ll probably watch yo’ booties by guarding the stairs. I’m pretty good at sensing things coming too, so that means I don’t have to worry about fucking up the shooting...Yay.”[/b]

Junko pulled back the slide of her pistol, giving it a quick glance before letting it go, "We have the sniper rifles." Her accent, though light, was still thick enough to almost turn 'we' into 've'. "We have the good aim. I think her too." She gestured towards the only other person holding a sniper rifle. It hit her just then what was wrong with the current scene. One of her squadmates was missing half her face, and the other was just plain missing. It was fascinating to say the least, for she had not the chance to examine a mutant properly before. A mutant in a murderous rampage would hardly stop so one can take a proper gander at them.

Realizing she was staring, she tore her eyes away. "We should clear the ninth floor before we try to support the other teams. Very nasty surprises may be in wait if we don't."