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A deep stillness fills the air within the evening only broken up between the sounds of a motorcycle screaming through the sands of the wasteland. Barbed wire, long sense abandoned tanks, and other wartime equipment pass by as the open expanse of the desert path leads to a fast change in environment. A large military base comes into view as this bike crests the hill before stopping with a strong slide and skid to the side before putting the kick stand down as a boot comes into view pressing into the desert sands. Getting off her bike as the sound of leather gloves slightly creak and shuffling through bags before it seals with a clasp, in the hands of this mysterious benefactor were some high tech military grade binoculars stolen from a previous incursion.
Various combat personnel can be seen in uniform, high tech security gates, and patrols can be seen making their rounds through the lenses. Given the evening begins to turn to night as reconnaissance was the name of the game for the next several hours there would not be activity of munitions deliveries or new personnel entering and exiting the compound. Annoyance begins to sit in before finally what was being waited for begins to happen, the mark was finally in view. A bird lieutenant graces the eyes of the watcher through its optics as the target is identified, slipping the binoculars back into the bag and stepping off the bike fully as only one boot was planted onto the ground to keep steady.
The silence is broken as words are recited almost as if it were prayer before a cataclysmic event about to happen. “I come from the lands of Nowhere, to coat the land of Warblers with the essence and color of their own Ichor.” A final sigh followed from the lips of the woman that uttered this, reciting these words of poisonous hatred. Grabbing the lever action repeater from its vehicle mounted holster, a full chamber already prepped and ready to go for the encounter before her.
She had been here before her planned strike, placing strategic self made EMP devices on their electrical generator thanks to a bit of teaching and ingenuity from not just a friend, but her own aunt. She pulls out the trigger from her pants pocket, flicking the cap and pressing the button the entire compound would be shrouded under the veil of darkness, side arm at her hip and blade at the side of her chest for easy reach with her hand she starts down the hill. Voices would be heard en masse as some begin to assume the worst from the beginning and others shout threats into the darkness to an adversary they could not and never would see. While their hunter could see every move they made, slithering through the shadows infiltrating the very place they thought was protected would be a concrete tomb.
The silence was deafening till it was broken by the sound of screams before being stifled out painfully with a punctuating thud as the body hit the ground. This continued one by one till only the lieutenant was left, looking on through the blackness as they stumbled which way walking till they hit a wall. A wall being their very hunter as those red pink eyes of pure hate stared through them, beyond their own self and through their bleak evil soul as the feeling of something even more unhinged then their ruler filled their senses with the one thing they had never known they could feel, pure unbridled trepidation. Seconds felt like hours as the bargaining for his life was ended just as quickly as it began with the sound of a clean slice before a gargling suffocation filled the room as the final bit of blood was spilled. Before the silence returned once more. Albeit crowded with new spirits to try to get their whispers to speak louder than the breeze around them. Leaving a symbol no one could mistake when it came to the person responsible it would be only one, the Grim Biker…