Cora Passek
An Angel with a Shotgun
[member="Darth Carach"]
There was something to be said for grand plans and untamed ambition: both can get you killed. It was a thought that had crossed the blonde's mind more than once. Run in after run in with her enemies, near and far, had taught her that this life could be over in the blink of an eye. And oddly enough, it no longer bothered her like it once had. There was a job at hand and one way or another she would see it through.
Down in level 1313, Cora sat in the backroom of a dingy little bar, along with a dozen other close associates. People that she'd worked with over the years, people she believed she could trust. Only, she'd find out soon enough, that it was not quite the case.
Glancing between the beings gathered at the table, she plucked a simple silver tube from her pack, and soon opened it, spreading a large map across the table. Using glasses she quickly pinned it down and eyed it carefully. Everything was coming together, the plan in it's final stages, which made Cora oddly calm in appearance. Though inside, her nerves and the stresses of the last stretch were eating her alive.
"Sam, you and Lex, will need to cover the ground up North." Taking the time to point out each of the sections divided upon the map.
"Aitera, you and your team to South." She glanced back to them, to confirm.
"I've got East and Baeleigh will get West."
She paused with a sigh, "Supplies will come in tomorrow. You all know the drop points, and the times. Six separate shipments to each zone. Everything will need to be constructed once in your team's hands, and set out from there. Day after tomorrow, two am, we move. By seven, all teams need to be gone. Long gone. We're working by remote for a reason, don't want to be near this stuff when it goes off. Gas masks only do so much. Stuff gets into your pores, you're screwed. So might want to keep that in mind when handling it."
Reaching down to Scotch, Cora quickly downed the rest of it, giving one more look to the group. "Questions?" Only silence followed. "Good. Then get back to the safe houses, lay low, and wait." With that she rolled the map back up and slipped it away, only watching as the others left the room and headed off into the night.
As she too finally headed to the door, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Something was off, and she wasn't quite sure what it was, not yet at least. Bathed in familiar smells of dank lower levels, Cora glanced over her shoulder one more time, perhaps a little paranoid, but her gut had kept her alive this long. So maybe a little paranoia wasn't so bad.
Rounding a corner a sharp pain raced through her mind akin to lightning. Stumbling she grabbed a hold of the nearest building for support, as an overwhelming feeling of darkness started to creep in. As disturbing as the feeling was, it wasn't the first time it had happened. It took a moment to shake it off, and quash that sinister presence. Soon enough it relented, letting Cora be for now.
If only she had known how right that gut feeling was. While she was headed for her team's safe house, a singular team member had his own ideas of what was going to happen. Aitera was locating a contact of his, to give warning to what exactly was about to go down in the next fourty-eight hours.
There was something to be said for grand plans and untamed ambition: both can get you killed. It was a thought that had crossed the blonde's mind more than once. Run in after run in with her enemies, near and far, had taught her that this life could be over in the blink of an eye. And oddly enough, it no longer bothered her like it once had. There was a job at hand and one way or another she would see it through.
Down in level 1313, Cora sat in the backroom of a dingy little bar, along with a dozen other close associates. People that she'd worked with over the years, people she believed she could trust. Only, she'd find out soon enough, that it was not quite the case.
Glancing between the beings gathered at the table, she plucked a simple silver tube from her pack, and soon opened it, spreading a large map across the table. Using glasses she quickly pinned it down and eyed it carefully. Everything was coming together, the plan in it's final stages, which made Cora oddly calm in appearance. Though inside, her nerves and the stresses of the last stretch were eating her alive.
"Sam, you and Lex, will need to cover the ground up North." Taking the time to point out each of the sections divided upon the map.
"Aitera, you and your team to South." She glanced back to them, to confirm.
"I've got East and Baeleigh will get West."
She paused with a sigh, "Supplies will come in tomorrow. You all know the drop points, and the times. Six separate shipments to each zone. Everything will need to be constructed once in your team's hands, and set out from there. Day after tomorrow, two am, we move. By seven, all teams need to be gone. Long gone. We're working by remote for a reason, don't want to be near this stuff when it goes off. Gas masks only do so much. Stuff gets into your pores, you're screwed. So might want to keep that in mind when handling it."
Reaching down to Scotch, Cora quickly downed the rest of it, giving one more look to the group. "Questions?" Only silence followed. "Good. Then get back to the safe houses, lay low, and wait." With that she rolled the map back up and slipped it away, only watching as the others left the room and headed off into the night.
As she too finally headed to the door, she couldn't help but feel something was wrong. Something was off, and she wasn't quite sure what it was, not yet at least. Bathed in familiar smells of dank lower levels, Cora glanced over her shoulder one more time, perhaps a little paranoid, but her gut had kept her alive this long. So maybe a little paranoia wasn't so bad.
Rounding a corner a sharp pain raced through her mind akin to lightning. Stumbling she grabbed a hold of the nearest building for support, as an overwhelming feeling of darkness started to creep in. As disturbing as the feeling was, it wasn't the first time it had happened. It took a moment to shake it off, and quash that sinister presence. Soon enough it relented, letting Cora be for now.
If only she had known how right that gut feeling was. While she was headed for her team's safe house, a singular team member had his own ideas of what was going to happen. Aitera was locating a contact of his, to give warning to what exactly was about to go down in the next fourty-eight hours.