𝐀𝐒𝐇.

"Ideological deference's lead to people who I once called friends, siblings even, to show their true colors...people picked their sides, others just quit entirely, I think they were smarter than the rest of us." she rubs a finger down the scar on her left eye. "Despite how I wanted to resolve it...their actions forced my hand."

".....Hey not that its my business but if I were you I'd check who they've....for lack of a better term "buttering up", PMCs like that tend to "convince" people to join them." Her face turned a little somber....it seems she's been in a similar situation. "otherwise you'll find out who is actually loyal or not."

"You seem pretty alright to me, if people can't handle a CO then I don't know why they're here. It's that Indian lady I have a feeling I'm not gonna get along with. I already had my fair share of interactions with her type in the exclusion zone." Oh she already met Kali.....

"About a day or two, got sent here immediately after completing a job in the zone, collapsed on my bed and I kinda forgot what day it was. Already figured who I'm not gonna like and I am gonna like around here." She crossed her arms and leaned back in her spot.

"I have no issue with it. I take it you're Ash?" She sat down next to the shorter red head. Her head turning to look at Ash.

"CDR Vera Drakonov. I was just making sure." The much taller Slavic mercenary stood head and shoulders over the FBI agent. Probably even taller than Sledge or Oryx.

"You good , chuvikha?"

⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓑𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑷 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ? ⠀⠀

" if you paid attention , there's more to me than my tablet . " an exasperated sigh. it seemed she would , yet again, have to prove herself.

for once she's out in the training area , testing out different scopes to see if her preferences have changed .