"6 Miles beneath Kilo point, or better whats left of it, thats quite deep."
While listening to Katya, Allison took out a wrinkled pack of cigarettes, to her dissatisfaction there was only one left. She took out a lighter with an engraved skull on it to light it up. Still listening she took her first pull and then said with a mocking voice "And you believed them? Me dying on a battlefield? Oh please. I thought you know me better." Her attitude soon changed as soon as she saw a tear shed from Katya's eye. Allison always had a problem dealing with this kind of emotions, panicking a little she almost dropped her cigarette. "Sheesh, c-calm down, all that matters is that we are alive and that we found each other again right? I guess it's my turn now eh?" She took a long pull this time and after she exhalled the smoke she started with her story.
"After SOLDIER's downfall there were only a few men left, some even formed some kind of splinter groups. None survived longer than a day though. I had to fight hard so I wont end up like the others and in the end I was all alone. I've been searching for days, to maybe find a hint of your location, but I found nothing. I couldn't search forever though, I had to gain some money, thats why I came to New Jersey. Soon I had more job offers than I could accept, but on the contrary to my payment, the amount of enemies rose in an exponential way. These contained common jobs like security, playing bodyguard and stuff."
Allison took another pull from her cigarette and her face suddenly took an empty expression.
"That however was only a small part, most involved Assassination, murder, beating people to death and arson. It was usually a fight for power and take down rivals but also small fries who fucked up. However the jobs often involved leaving no witnesses, which involved the family, mother and children. Some pointed it out exclusively that those had to be eliminated. Day after day, always the same...
Nonetheless once I overheard some guy boasting about having fought some rogue SOLDIER operatives. For a moment I had hopes, I followed him back home, tied him up and started questioning him. He kept on mocking me, said I have no idea who I deal with and that i'm gonna die. He didn't give me any answers but kept on talking down, so I hit him, and I hit him again and again and again and again and again and again and again.. until I realised that he had stopped breathing long ago and along with him, all my hopes vanished. To drown my sorrow and be able to do my jobs I ended up at Al's bar, drowning my senses in alcohol everyday..."
By now there was not much left of her cigarette and the last bit of ash dropped on the floor.
