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4 mos ago
Current Good news everyone, to brighten up the status bar! I got a 100 on my final presentation, and a 98/100 on my final paper! I graduate in a week! Woohoo!
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6 mos ago
I am, yet again, reminding my partners that I am alive. I am just on a hiatus while I finish my degree, which will be done in December.
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9 mos ago
Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive. Just very busy. I will reply to RPs when I am getting more than 2-4 hours of sleep a day.
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1 yr ago
I apologize to my partners for taking approximately 3 decades to respond, I decided that working full time and going to college full time was a fabulous idea. Spoiler alert: it was not.
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1 yr ago
Sleep Token is releasing new songs like every other day and my brain can't handle it. Legit one of the best bands in the world right now. Soooooo much groove.
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Bio

DeweyDeftones

Writing With Surgical Precision

27, Male, USA
Bisexual
Time Zone: EST
Occupation:
Surgical Technologist
My personality is laidback and calm, and I'm very understanding.

I do digital art! I can do simple character Commissions, and post regular art on Twitter. Paid Commissions will be posted there @CommanderVolkov.


I listen to a lot of music; current favorite is Spiritbox.



Hit me up for all your medical RP needs. I've worked in a good handful of departments, and can make things more realistic!

Most Recent Posts

Updated because I'm desperate for an Overwatch RP
Updated. Added a complete copy of the interest check in a hider, without the converted text I used for flair. Now mobile users and those with browsers that don't support the font can see the interest check.
@Fetzen

Yeah, it's a font that can really only be seen on certain browsers, namely Chrome. When I get back home later, I'll include a hider with normal text so those on mobile or unsupported browsers can see it. :) I've already had a few people throw concern my way for it, but I already knew it wouldn't appear to those on mobile and certain browsers.
***IF YOU CANNOT READ THE SPECIAL TEXT AND IT SHOWS UP AS RECTANGLES, SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST TO THE HIDER TITLED "STANDARD TEXT". I HAVE PROVIDED A COPY OF THE INTEREST CHECK WITHOUT THE CONVERTED TEXT.***


ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣π•ͺπ• π•Ÿπ•–

𝕀'π•ž 𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕖π•ͺ, 𝕒 π•™π• π•€π•‘π•šπ•₯𝕒𝕝 π•™π• π•¦π•€π•–π•œπ•–π•–π•‘π•–π•£ 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π•π•šπ•§π•–π•€ π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•– π•π•šπ•₯π•₯𝕝𝕖 𝕀π•₯𝕒π•₯𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕀𝕀𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕀𝕖π•₯π•₯𝕀.
𝕀'π•ž 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 π•₯π•™π•’π•Ÿ πŸ™πŸ , 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•ͺπ• π•¦π•Ÿπ•˜π•–π•£ π•₯π•™π•’π•Ÿ πŸ›πŸ˜.
𝕀'π•ž 𝕒 π•—π•’π•šπ•£π•π•ͺ π•Ÿπ• π•£π•žπ•’π• π•˜π•¦π•ͺ 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π•π•šπ•œπ•–π•€ π•₯𝕠 π•¨π•£π•šπ•₯𝕖 π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕑 𝕀π•₯π• π•£π•šπ•–π•€ π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 𝕠π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕑𝕖𝕠𝕑𝕝𝕖.
𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝π•ͺ, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝π•ͺ π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•žπ•¦π•€π•šπ•”.




ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕀

𝕀 π•’π•ž 𝕒 π•€π•šπ•žπ•‘π•π•– π•žπ•’π•Ÿ, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕀. ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•–. ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕀𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕀𝕖.


𝕀 π•’π•€π•œ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕑𝕒𝕣π•₯π•šπ•”π•šπ•‘π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ. 𝕀 π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ π•¨π•’π•Ÿπ•₯ π•–π•šπ•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕦𝕀 π•₯𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•–π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 ℝℙ. 𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕀'π•ž π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π••π• π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•–π•Ÿπ• π•¦π•˜π•™, 𝕀𝕒π•ͺ 𝕀𝕠, 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕀𝕖 𝕀 π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕕𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•€π•’π•žπ•– 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦. 𝔸𝕀 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•žπ•–π•’π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕀 𝕖𝕩𝕑𝕖𝕔π•₯ 𝕑𝕠𝕀π•₯ π•π•–π•Ÿπ•˜π•₯𝕙 π•₯𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒π•₯ 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕀π•₯ π•žπ• π••π•–π•£π•’π•₯𝕖𝕝π•ͺ π•”π• π•Ÿπ•€π•šπ•€π•₯π•–π•Ÿπ•₯. 𝟚-𝟝 β„™π•’π•£π•’π•˜π•£π•’π•‘π•™π•€ π•šπ•€ 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 π•’π•€π•œ 𝕗𝕠𝕣. π”Έπ•Ÿπ•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕝𝕖𝕀𝕀 π•¨π•šπ•π• π•π•šπ•œπ•–π•π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖 π•—π•£π• π•¨π•Ÿπ•–π•• π•¦π•‘π• π•Ÿ π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕑𝕑𝕖𝕕. π”Έπ•Ÿπ•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•žπ• π•£π•– π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕔𝕀π•₯𝕒π•₯π•šπ•”π•’π•π•π•ͺ π•£π•–π•”π•–π•šπ•§π•–π••.

𝕀 π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕖𝕩𝕑𝕖𝕔π•₯ 𝕑𝕠𝕀π•₯𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣π•ͺ 𝕕𝕒π•ͺ. π•€π•Ÿ 𝕗𝕒𝕔π•₯, 𝕀 π•–π•Ÿπ•”π• π•¦π•£π•’π•˜π•– π•₯π•’π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯π•šπ•žπ•– π•₯𝕠 π•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•œ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•¨π•£π•šπ•₯𝕖 𝕠𝕦π•₯ π•˜π• π• π•• 𝕑𝕠𝕀π•₯𝕀 𝕣𝕒π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯π•™π•’π•Ÿ π•£π•¦π•€π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕀𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕀 π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•šπ•— π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕑𝕠𝕀π•₯ π• π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕒 π•¨π•–π•–π•œ 𝕠𝕣 π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ 𝕝𝕖𝕀𝕀. 𝕀𝕗 π•šπ•₯'𝕀 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝-π•¨π•£π•šπ•₯π•₯π•–π•Ÿ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•žπ• π•§π•–π•€ π•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•€ 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕, π•šπ•₯'𝕀 π•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•– 𝕓π•ͺ π•žπ•–. ℕ𝕠π•₯𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕓, 𝕀𝕠 π•žπ•ͺ π•£π•–π•‘π•π•šπ•–π•€ π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕦𝕀𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝π•ͺ π•”π• π•žπ•– π• π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒π•ͺ𝕀 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 π•¨π• π•£π•œ.

π”Έπ•Ÿπ•ͺ π•žπ•’π•₯𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•”π• π•Ÿπ•₯π•–π•Ÿπ•₯ π•šπ•€ 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕. π•Šπ•–π•©, π•π•šπ• π•π•–π•Ÿπ•”π•–, π”»π•£π•¦π•˜π•€, 𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕖π•₯𝕔., 𝕀𝕠 π•π• π•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕒𝕀 π•šπ•₯ π•šπ•€ π•£π•–π•π•–π•§π•’π•Ÿπ•₯ π•₯𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕀π•₯𝕠𝕣π•ͺ, π•šπ•€ 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕑𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔π•₯𝕝π•ͺ π•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•– 𝕓π•ͺ π•žπ•–. 𝕃𝕖π•₯ π•žπ•– π•œπ•Ÿπ• π•¨ π•šπ•— π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•’π•Ÿπ•ͺ π•π•šπ•žπ•šπ•₯𝕀 π• π•Ÿ 𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦'𝕕 π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•₯𝕠 𝕀𝕖𝕖, 𝕀𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕀 π•”π•’π•Ÿ 𝕒𝕑𝕑𝕝π•ͺ π•₯π•™π•–π•ž π•₯𝕠 π•žπ•ͺ π•¨π•£π•šπ•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜.

𝕀 𝕕𝕖π•₯𝕖𝕀π•₯ π•—π•π•’π•œπ•–π•£π•€. 𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ π•œπ•Ÿπ• π•¨ 𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕒 π•—π•π•’π•œπ•–π•£ π•šπ•€; π•šπ•₯'𝕀 π•€π• π•žπ•–π• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π••π•šπ•₯𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕀 π•’π•Ÿ ℝℙ π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙𝕠𝕦π•₯ π•₯π•–π•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕑𝕒𝕣π•₯π•Ÿπ•–π•£. 𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•Ÿπ•  π•π• π•Ÿπ•˜π•–π•£ 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 π•₯𝕠 π•”π• π•Ÿπ•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•¦π•– π•₯𝕙𝕖 ℝℙ, π•₯𝕖𝕝𝕝 π•žπ•–. 𝕀 π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•”π•šπ•£π•”π•¦π•žπ•€π•₯π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•–π•€, 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ π•”π• π•žπ•žπ•¦π•Ÿπ•šπ•”π•’π•₯𝕖.

𝕀 ℝℙ π•’π•π•žπ• π•€π•₯ π•–π•©π•”π•π•¦π•€π•šπ•§π•–π•π•ͺ π•₯π•™π•£π• π•¦π•˜π•™ ℙ𝕄, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕦𝕀𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕀 π•šπ•— π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•šπ•Ÿπ•€π•šπ•€π•₯.

𝕀 π•’π•ž π•¨π•šπ•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕠 ℝℙ 𝕒𝕝𝕝 π•€π•–π•©π•¦π•’π•π•šπ•₯π•šπ•–π•€. ⚒⚀⚣ π”Έπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕀 π•¨π•šπ•π• π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•₯𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕒π•₯𝕖 𝕙𝕒π•₯𝕖 𝕀𝕑𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙 π•’π•˜π•’π•šπ•Ÿπ•€π•₯ π•₯π•™π•–π•ž.

π•€π•Ÿ π•˜π•–π•Ÿπ•–π•£π•’π•, 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 π••π•šπ•”π•œ π•¦π•Ÿπ•π•–π•€π•€ π•šπ•₯'𝕀 𝕑𝕒𝕣π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 ℝℙ.

π”Έπ•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕀𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•žπ•ͺ 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕀 𝕒π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•žπ• π•€π•₯ π•“π•’π•€π•šπ•”. 𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•’π•Ÿπ•ͺ 𝕒𝕦𝕖𝕀π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕠𝕣 π•”π• π•Ÿπ•”π•–π•£π•Ÿπ•€, 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ π•’π•€π•œ.




ℝℙ𝕀

𝔽𝕠𝕣 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•”π• π•Ÿπ•§π•–π•Ÿπ•šπ•–π•Ÿπ•”π•–, 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 π• π•£π•˜π•’π•Ÿπ•šπ•«π•–π•• π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•π•šπ•€π•₯𝕀 π•šπ•Ÿπ•₯𝕠 π•™π•šπ••π•–π•£π•€, 𝕀𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•”π•’π•Ÿ π•˜π•  π••π•šπ•£π•–π•”π•₯𝕝π•ͺ π•₯𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦'𝕕 π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•₯𝕠 𝕀𝕖𝕖.










𝕀𝕗 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕀π•₯𝕖𝕕 π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕒 π•—π•’π•Ÿπ••π• π•ž 𝕠𝕣 π•˜π•–π•Ÿπ•£π•– 𝕠𝕗 ℝℙ, ℙ𝕄 π•žπ•– π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕨𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•π• π•₯π•’π•π•œ 𝕑𝕝𝕠π•₯𝕀 π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•šπ••π•–π•’π•€. ℝ𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝π•ͺ π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕀 𝕀𝕖𝕖 π•’π•Ÿπ•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕑𝕠𝕀π•₯𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.




Updated again.
Bumperooni. Updated.
@Ambiguity

Phew! That was a long post.

And yeah, that's what I figured you were talking about, I was just mentioning how I like those skins in game. Anubis fits perfectly with Talon. So I was thinking, once they recover where they currently are, they'll go to France where the main Talon base is (at least in this story), and that's where they'll learn of what Talon wants them for.

Pretty much any sniper gets auto-flamed because they're really niche picks that are hard to utilize unless the person is really good with them. I can do great with Hanzo in QP, but I'm not confident that I'd be anywhere near impressive enough to play him in comp. The few times I've tried have just been... cringe. You'd think I assaulted their family or something with how some people act when I'm playing someone they don't like on their team.
Roughly 7 Hours Later


Angela had been awake during the ride in the truck, but once they'd gotten on the helicopter, she too gave in to her exhaustion, curling up comfortably in a seat. Fareeha seemed like she went straight back to sleep as well, settled into a bed at the back of the chopper. Poor woman must've never had this much time to rest, having been in combat near constantly since the omnics struck Egypt to its core.

The hours passed, most of the time spent over the Mediterranean Sea, and they soon arrived in what Angela assumed was Turkey. They landed on a small airstrip outside of a black building with two floors. It wasn't huge, but this must've been their closest base to Egypt. The coast to the south was a beautiful sight, especially when it appeared that there were no omnics for miles on land or sea. Angela stood up from her seat, groaning quietly as pain tore through her abdomen. She'd have to heal it the rest of the way soon.

One of the Talon agents got out of his seat, looking to the doctor. "I'll get our medic to bring a stretcher out for Miss Amari." He stated, before hopping out a side-door. Angela didn't follow, instead going to the back of the helicopter to check on Fareeha. it appeared she'd been roused to consciousness by the landing.

"They're bringing a stretcher for you so you don't have to walk. I hope you slept well, Fareeha." Angela said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "We've been flying for about seven hours, I think. North of Egypt. I think we're in Turkey. I looked out the window... not an omnic in sight."

A ramp on the back of the helicopter soon lowered, revealing two people with a wheeled stretcher and a third wearing a black cloak and hood. It sure looked quite warm to be wearing something like that, though the sun was lowering in the sky. It'd cool off soon enough. The two manning the stretcher carefully helped Fareeha onto it, then brought her down the ramp. Angela followed, giving a curious glance to the cloaked figure.

"Go with the medics." He grumbled, voice rough and distorted by what appeared to be a white mask over his face. Angela wanted to ask who he was, but she knew better than to ask questions the moment she arrived in a place she was formerly hostile towards. She followed the medics as they wheeled Fareeha into the building through a pair of double doors, the strange cloaked man following but turning down a different hallway once inside.

They brought Fareeha into a small medical wing, helping her onto a different bed. This was much more what Angela was used to. The equipment was modern, the supplies were stocked, and it actually seemed pretty normal aside from it being a domain for Talon.

"If you'd like, Dr. Ziegler, you could run the tests to see the extent of the damage to her body." One of the medics, a young man with clean cut hair and soft brown eyes began. "We won't overstep any boundaries here. Our orders are just to make certain you two have what you need until the boss takes you to France."

"Okay, I'll do that then. I believe you have everything I'll need." Angela replied, looking around the room. X-Ray machine, various medications in a cabinet, and a partitioned bathroom off to the right side of the room. There were only some full-length curtains separating it from the bed Fareeha was lying in, but it would certainly be wonderful to take a shower. "How long will we be here?"

"Likely until you're both fit to do what Talon needs you for. Are you certain you don't need anything else? Food, water, clothes, anything?" The medic asked.

"Actually," Angela motioned to the shower. "Clothes would be wonderful. I plan on washing up while I have the time to. What both her and I are wearing are filthy, obviously."

The medic nodded. "Of course. They'll just be some black fatigues. Was there-" The man was cut off by the door opening. Both agents snapped to attention. "Sir."

The cloaked man entered the room and sighed. "Been a long time, doc. And I see the younger Amari is all grown up now."

Angela raised a brow. "Who are you?"

The man chuckled, the sound gravely and low. "Don't you remember?" He reached up to his face, removing the mask. Beneath it lay a horrifically scarred face, but a familiar one.

Angela's heart nearly stopped. "Gabriel?!"
@Ambiguity

Pharah's Anubis and Jackal armor are honestly my favorite skins of hers. I think I'm using her Titanium one right now though, because I got tired of using the others. xD

I've been playing a real mixed batch as of late. Roadhog, 76, Lucio, Reinhardt, and even Torbjorn! I've also picked up Ana, and will play Zenny if need be. haven't really been able to play DVa effectively, but I was never good at her to begin with. I also hate the fact that Hanzo is my 3rd most played hero, because if I pick him in comp (even on defense) it's just auto-flame city.

The event ends on February 13th, if I'm not mistaken. So there's still plenty of time!
Faking things wasn't something Angela was a professional at. She wasn't an actress. But being a doctor, a common deliverer of bad news, she was good at putting up fronts. She could easily make concern very convincing, especially in this case. As well, she could act strong in the face of total exhaustion, another trait from her medical background. When Fareeha stormed out, beginning the act, the doctor followed, feigning words of concern to trick the medical personnel in view.

"Fareeha, you're in no condition to be going back out there! Why won't you listen? Fareeha, please!" She protested, brows furrowed in worry. However, she resigned from her preference for the injured soldier to stay, looking resolute as Fareeha equipped herself with a weapon and ammunition. "I won't let you go back out there alone then."

The doctor followed the Egyptian woman back out into the heat of the sun, walking towards the Talon agents, whose truck was still parked, patiently awaiting the answer. Thankfully those back in the medical tent were too busy to follow Angela and Fareeha to ask questions.

The talon operative that Angela had spoken to previously approached them.

"Do you have your answer?" He asked.

"We'll go with you. Now it's your turn to act on your part of the deal." Angela answered, looking the man in the eyes. He nodded his head and motioned to the two other agents who were standing nearby.

"Start distributing the supplies, boys." He commanded, before looking to the pair of women. "Sit in the back of the truck. I'll drive you to our chopper, and we'll take you to our base. The soldiers we promised will be en route to this location shortly, once I radio back to command to send them."

Angela nodded her head, taking Fareeha's hand and guiding her quickly to the side of the military truck. The back seats were empty, while there was an agent in the passenger seat. Angela helped Fareeha get into the vehicle, glancing around the compartment. The windows were tinted which made it hard for anyone outside of the vehicle to see into it, and the air conditioning in the vehicle was on, making it comfortably cold. There were a few supplies sitting in the front, but Angela's eyes trained on the medkit on the dashboard. She reached forward and tapped the shoulder of the agent in the passenger seat.

"Are there painkillers in that medkit?" She asked. The agent reached for the container and opened it up, handing over a small packet of pills and a bottle of water from a case sitting on the floor.

"One of you wounded?" The female agent asked. It almost felt strange to hear a woman's voice come from behind the black ski mask and bulky armor.

"Both of us, actually, but she has it worse." Angela explained, opening up the packet and handing the pills over to her companion as well as the bottle of water. "Take these, Fareeha. If anything they'll help dull the ache until we can get something stronger."
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