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The wind was steady, but calm. Leaves rustled on their branches with the gusts before falling off. The forest was quiet as the sun hid behind the thick grey overcast coming off the Great Lakes. Beautiful fall colors were still somewhat vibrant in the woods.A lone whitetail with an eight point rack grazed in a small clearing until the call of a doe drew his attention. A few seconds passed as the buck stood there, looking off in the direction of the call. A shot rang out, and the deer fell immediately. Off in the distance, part of a tree moved.
"Gotcha..."
Victoria Hawkins, former Army Airborne, slung her dad's old M40A1 rifle over her shoulder and stepped out of her homemade hunting blind. She grabbed the large tarp and walked out to the clearing. One shot right through the heart. A quick, clean, ethical kill. Dad would be proud when she told him she nabbed her first buck on her own. He had given her his old rifle from his time in Vietnam to use to hunt, so that was the added bonus to that. She wrapped up the deer in the tarp to take out to her truck and get home. A nice display on the wall, and some good meat and hide too. The guys at the local gun club will be thrilled.
In a half hour, she was home and ready to gut and clean the deer when she noticed she had gotten a call while she was out. She took out her cellphone and called the number back. A few rings, and the other person picked up.
"Hey....yeah, it's me...what do you want............a job? Now? You know it's deer season, right? ...uh huh...yeah I know I'm still considered a probation recruit...no, I don't care...look, what's in it for me that you have to drive me away from a perfectly good deer for? ......hunting? Did you even-....uhhhh huh....am I being paid well? ....oh wow, really? Shit....uhm....hmm...yeah, gimme a day to get some things settled at home and I'll be out......anything in particular I need to know right now? .......okay, I'll look at the files. Where should I meet you? ...road trip? Yeah, I know customs is a bitch and the TSA can go suck my dick if they want to try full body searches on me...yeah, fine...sure, we'll take it cross country. You know we'll catch hell from local police...alright, I'm trusting you on this...you'll pick me up tomorrow? Fantastic...no, I'm not canning the sarcasm. It's part of who I am....yes, I am a bitch. Thank you for noticing...alright, see you then."
Victoria hung her phone up and went about calling the president of the gun club. They could put the deer meat to good use if she wasn't going to be able to use it. A quick exchange about them picking it up and that was that. Now, she went about packing for her first assignment as a contractor. She opened up her laptop and downloaded the case files from her email. Well, this was certainly interesting. Black-ink shit, definitely. Almost like one of those old "coming of age" movie scenarios that she hated. Ugh, well, at least this was the real world and there was little chance of that happening. Not only that, but if she was really to take this on, she wondered what exactly would needed to be packed. This was the most dangerous kind of game, and she needed to be on top of it. She with a mix of her usual hunting camouflage jacket and pants and her rifle, along with her SOG Fixation Bowie knife and M1911A1 sidearm. Extra gear would be stowed away with the company orderlies for her to get on call in case she needed it.
With that all taken care of, she packed clothes and other equipment in her suitcases, being sure to not skimp on the scent-killer. This was going to be quite the mission, but at least she was being paid handsomely in return. With everything squared away and ready, she went about studying the files and keeping up on anything she needed to until tomorrow came and she was off on the hunt. Her ride arrived and departed in minutes as they packed and went. Victoria lit up a cigarette as they rode across the country. With any luck, she'd be back in time to get some more deer tags before the season was over.
"Gotcha..."
Victoria Hawkins, former Army Airborne, slung her dad's old M40A1 rifle over her shoulder and stepped out of her homemade hunting blind. She grabbed the large tarp and walked out to the clearing. One shot right through the heart. A quick, clean, ethical kill. Dad would be proud when she told him she nabbed her first buck on her own. He had given her his old rifle from his time in Vietnam to use to hunt, so that was the added bonus to that. She wrapped up the deer in the tarp to take out to her truck and get home. A nice display on the wall, and some good meat and hide too. The guys at the local gun club will be thrilled.
In a half hour, she was home and ready to gut and clean the deer when she noticed she had gotten a call while she was out. She took out her cellphone and called the number back. A few rings, and the other person picked up.
"Hey....yeah, it's me...what do you want............a job? Now? You know it's deer season, right? ...uh huh...yeah I know I'm still considered a probation recruit...no, I don't care...look, what's in it for me that you have to drive me away from a perfectly good deer for? ......hunting? Did you even-....uhhhh huh....am I being paid well? ....oh wow, really? Shit....uhm....hmm...yeah, gimme a day to get some things settled at home and I'll be out......anything in particular I need to know right now? .......okay, I'll look at the files. Where should I meet you? ...road trip? Yeah, I know customs is a bitch and the TSA can go suck my dick if they want to try full body searches on me...yeah, fine...sure, we'll take it cross country. You know we'll catch hell from local police...alright, I'm trusting you on this...you'll pick me up tomorrow? Fantastic...no, I'm not canning the sarcasm. It's part of who I am....yes, I am a bitch. Thank you for noticing...alright, see you then."
Victoria hung her phone up and went about calling the president of the gun club. They could put the deer meat to good use if she wasn't going to be able to use it. A quick exchange about them picking it up and that was that. Now, she went about packing for her first assignment as a contractor. She opened up her laptop and downloaded the case files from her email. Well, this was certainly interesting. Black-ink shit, definitely. Almost like one of those old "coming of age" movie scenarios that she hated. Ugh, well, at least this was the real world and there was little chance of that happening. Not only that, but if she was really to take this on, she wondered what exactly would needed to be packed. This was the most dangerous kind of game, and she needed to be on top of it. She with a mix of her usual hunting camouflage jacket and pants and her rifle, along with her SOG Fixation Bowie knife and M1911A1 sidearm. Extra gear would be stowed away with the company orderlies for her to get on call in case she needed it.
With that all taken care of, she packed clothes and other equipment in her suitcases, being sure to not skimp on the scent-killer. This was going to be quite the mission, but at least she was being paid handsomely in return. With everything squared away and ready, she went about studying the files and keeping up on anything she needed to until tomorrow came and she was off on the hunt. Her ride arrived and departed in minutes as they packed and went. Victoria lit up a cigarette as they rode across the country. With any luck, she'd be back in time to get some more deer tags before the season was over.
Oh boy. Cottonmouth and Massasauga on tracking duty.
Project Evolution Solid: The Twin Snakes
Project Evolution Solid: The Twin Snakes
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Appearance
"When do I get paid?"
Name: Hawkins, Victoria, Rose
Nickname(s): Vicky, Hawk, Misfit
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Openly straight, closet lesbian
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance Details
Hair color: Blonde
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: Gunshot scar on her abdomen and up in her left shoulder
Tattoos/Piercings: Tribal tattoos all along her arms, jump wings tattoo on her back with the "AIRBORNE" insignia patch tattooed just above it
Height/Weight: 5' 10" 166 lb.
Fears: Dying a slow and painful death alone, overly pitch-black places, hospitals
Talents: Knife work, hunting, singing, drinking
Personality: Blunt, very rough around the edges, and a general hardass. A vengeful person. Sticks to her guns and tends to jump to them first at the sign of trouble.
Biography: Victoria was never a normal girl. Her father never openly stated it, but he cursed her mother for not providing him with a son. And instead of trying again, he decided to mold Victoria into something that fit his bill. He took her out hunting and fishing, trying to get her to enjoy all the things he did as a kid. She never felt forced, even when her mom obviously disapproved of it. She wasn't brainwashed into liking these things, but it just so happened she took to them more than her father had hoped. It was a great way to get outside.
She hated school all the time and never wanted to be there. Days spent in education may have been good for her, but she was always one who liked the outside. She also had a case of bad attitude when it came to teachers and other classmates. Never a bully, but she tended to get wrapped up in more than her fair share of fights. She liked to talk back with her fists rather than her mouth, and so eventually other students stopped messing with her. Still, her mother enrolled her in the women's choir at a young age against her will in a desperate attempt to breed some shred of femininity into her daughter. Victoria took to it only to really keep her mother off her case about being an outrageously tomboyish girl.
After graduation, she snuck over to the recruiter's office and enlisted for a six year contract in the United States Army. Not one to be outdone, she willingly shot high for Ranger School despite her parents wishing she would keep herself out of danger. She didn't make the cut for Ranger, but she still managed to make the 101st Airborne. After six years and a couple tours around Afghanistan and other places in the middle east, she found her reserve life boring and the worst and most boring two years of her life she ever spent. After she got out, she snagged a nice job with Academi working security for a lot more pay then she was getting from the Army. She was called up to help do some rather unusual game hunting by some high-up and well-paying people in the scientific community. She didn't care, as long as the pay was good.
Extras​:
Theme song (to drive the point home)
"When do I get paid?"
Name: Hawkins, Victoria, Rose
Nickname(s): Vicky, Hawk, Misfit
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Openly straight, closet lesbian
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance Details
Hair color: Blonde
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: Gunshot scar on her abdomen and up in her left shoulder
Tattoos/Piercings: Tribal tattoos all along her arms, jump wings tattoo on her back with the "AIRBORNE" insignia patch tattooed just above it
Height/Weight: 5' 10" 166 lb.
Fears: Dying a slow and painful death alone, overly pitch-black places, hospitals
Talents: Knife work, hunting, singing, drinking
Personality: Blunt, very rough around the edges, and a general hardass. A vengeful person. Sticks to her guns and tends to jump to them first at the sign of trouble.
Biography: Victoria was never a normal girl. Her father never openly stated it, but he cursed her mother for not providing him with a son. And instead of trying again, he decided to mold Victoria into something that fit his bill. He took her out hunting and fishing, trying to get her to enjoy all the things he did as a kid. She never felt forced, even when her mom obviously disapproved of it. She wasn't brainwashed into liking these things, but it just so happened she took to them more than her father had hoped. It was a great way to get outside.
She hated school all the time and never wanted to be there. Days spent in education may have been good for her, but she was always one who liked the outside. She also had a case of bad attitude when it came to teachers and other classmates. Never a bully, but she tended to get wrapped up in more than her fair share of fights. She liked to talk back with her fists rather than her mouth, and so eventually other students stopped messing with her. Still, her mother enrolled her in the women's choir at a young age against her will in a desperate attempt to breed some shred of femininity into her daughter. Victoria took to it only to really keep her mother off her case about being an outrageously tomboyish girl.
After graduation, she snuck over to the recruiter's office and enlisted for a six year contract in the United States Army. Not one to be outdone, she willingly shot high for Ranger School despite her parents wishing she would keep herself out of danger. She didn't make the cut for Ranger, but she still managed to make the 101st Airborne. After six years and a couple tours around Afghanistan and other places in the middle east, she found her reserve life boring and the worst and most boring two years of her life she ever spent. After she got out, she snagged a nice job with Academi working security for a lot more pay then she was getting from the Army. She was called up to help do some rather unusual game hunting by some high-up and well-paying people in the scientific community. She didn't care, as long as the pay was good.
Extras​:
Theme song (to drive the point home)
@ViolentViolet Okay thank you.
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Appearance
"When do I get paid?"
Name: Hawkins, Victoria, Rose
Nickname(s): Vicky, Hawk, Misfit
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Openly straight, closet lesbian
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance Details
Hair color: Blonde
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: Gunshot scar on her abdomen and up in her left shoulder
Tattoos/Piercings: Tribal tattoos all along her arms, jump wings tattoo on her back with the "AIRBORNE" insignia patch tattooed just above it
Height/Weight: 5' 10" 166 lb.
Fears: Dying a slow and painful death alone, overly pitch-black places, hospitals
Talents: Knife work, hunting, singing, drinking
Personality: Blunt, very rough around the edges, and a general hardass. A vengeful person. Sticks to her guns and tends to jump to them first at the sign of trouble.
Biography: Victoria was never a normal girl. Her father never openly stated it, but he cursed her mother for not providing him with a son. And instead of trying again, he decided to mold Victoria into something that fit his bill. He took her out hunting and fishing, trying to get her to enjoy all the things he did as a kid. She never felt forced, even when her mom obviously disapproved of it. She wasn't brainwashed into liking these things, but it just so happened she took to them more than her father had hoped. It was a great way to get outside.
She hated school all the time and never wanted to be there. Days spent in education may have been good for her, but she was always one who liked the outside. She also had a case of bad attitude when it came to teachers and other classmates. Never a bully, but she tended to get wrapped up in more than her fair share of fights. She liked to talk back with her fists rather than her mouth, and so eventually other students stopped messing with her. Still, her mother enrolled her in the women's choir at a young age against her will in a desperate attempt to breed some shred of femininity into her daughter. Victoria took to it only to really keep her mother off her case about being an outrageously tomboyish girl.
After graduation, she snuck over to the recruiter's office and enlisted for a six year contract in the United States Army. Not one to be outdone, she willingly shot high for Ranger School despite her parents wishing she would keep herself out of danger. She didn't make the cut for Ranger, but she still managed to make the 101st Airborne. After six years and a couple tours around Afghanistan and other places in the middle east, she found her reserve life boring and the worst and most boring two years of her life she ever spent. After she got out, she snagged a nice job with Academi working security for a lot more pay then she was getting from the Army. She was called up to help do some rather unusual game hunting by some high-up and well-paying people in the scientific community. She didn't care, as long as the pay was good.
Extras​:
Theme song (to drive the point home)
Appearance
"When do I get paid?"
Name: Hawkins, Victoria, Rose
Nickname(s): Vicky, Hawk, Misfit
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Openly straight, closet lesbian
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance Details
Hair color: Blonde
Skin tone: Fair
Scars: Gunshot scar on her abdomen and up in her left shoulder
Tattoos/Piercings: Tribal tattoos all along her arms, jump wings tattoo on her back with the "AIRBORNE" insignia patch tattooed just above it
Height/Weight: 5' 10" 166 lb.
Fears: Dying a slow and painful death alone, overly pitch-black places, hospitals
Talents: Knife work, hunting, singing, drinking
Personality: Blunt, very rough around the edges, and a general hardass. A vengeful person. Sticks to her guns and tends to jump to them first at the sign of trouble.
Biography: Victoria was never a normal girl. Her father never openly stated it, but he cursed her mother for not providing him with a son. And instead of trying again, he decided to mold Victoria into something that fit his bill. He took her out hunting and fishing, trying to get her to enjoy all the things he did as a kid. She never felt forced, even when her mom obviously disapproved of it. She wasn't brainwashed into liking these things, but it just so happened she took to them more than her father had hoped. It was a great way to get outside.
She hated school all the time and never wanted to be there. Days spent in education may have been good for her, but she was always one who liked the outside. She also had a case of bad attitude when it came to teachers and other classmates. Never a bully, but she tended to get wrapped up in more than her fair share of fights. She liked to talk back with her fists rather than her mouth, and so eventually other students stopped messing with her. Still, her mother enrolled her in the women's choir at a young age against her will in a desperate attempt to breed some shred of femininity into her daughter. Victoria took to it only to really keep her mother off her case about being an outrageously tomboyish girl.
After graduation, she snuck over to the recruiter's office and enlisted for a six year contract in the United States Army. Not one to be outdone, she willingly shot high for Ranger School despite her parents wishing she would keep herself out of danger. She didn't make the cut for Ranger, but she still managed to make the 101st Airborne. After six years and a couple tours around Afghanistan and other places in the middle east, she found her reserve life boring and the worst and most boring two years of her life she ever spent. After she got out, she snagged a nice job with Academi working security for a lot more pay then she was getting from the Army. She was called up to help do some rather unusual game hunting by some high-up and well-paying people in the scientific community. She didn't care, as long as the pay was good.
Extras​:
Theme song (to drive the point home)
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