User:NeloAngelo/RekanStuff/2

“Knock-knock”

It was another morning for Sanna. It was simply another day at work. Walking into the command room, Bunyan sat at his usual seat, a cup of coffee placed aside the stack of tidy documents. Bunyan shot a glance at Sanna, and greeted, “Your hair is a mess. Please comb it."

“It’s just bed-head…” Sanna replied bashfully. Indeed, her short hair was fraying around, resembling a bleached porcupine. Slightly tidying her hair with her hands, Sanna continued, “Well, it’s not like people is going to see what’s inside White bird.”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. Today, we’re contracted by Ehrenfels science tech-” Bunyan replied, taking out a parcel among the stacked documents, as he continued, “for an assassination mission.”

“Ehrenfels? Did Illia know about this?” Sanna interjected as she heard the words ‘Ehrenfels’ and ‘assasination mission’. Ehrenfels Science Tech has been the company that closely associated with the Schwarzschild family. Isaac Schwarzchild was the one who created White bird with it, and ever since his death, all hopes were placed on Illia Schwarzchild, who was expected to surpass her father.

Sanna’s inquiry was greeted with a dead silence from Bunyan, who then passed the document towards her. Opening the file reveals a portrait of an old man, dressed in a high-class frock. Sanna scanned the features of the portrait's facial identities; Gray eyes, greying mid-length hair parted to the left. The man also sports a beard, resembling an aged gentleman of aristocracy.

“This man’s name is called Richard Fourke. He’s a major player in Dexal Science and Technology.” Bunyan briefed, and continued, “Ehrenfels wants the competition out. It’s honestly best to not ask too much. Or dragging Schwarzschild into this matter. ”

Sanna fell into silence. She knew better than to question higher-ups’ motives, least she ends up prying too deep of their benefactor’s interests. Flipping through the pages, she gathered that the target’s importance meant he will be surrounded with a high level of security, limiting her methods of execution.

Sanna opted for sniping, preferring stealth kill in the least confrontational way possible. Her idea was turned down by Bunyan, who revealed the target’s area of activity; opening an envelope of a map, Bunyan spoke, “The target is organizing a private party at his private garden tonight. Unfortunately, that means you’ll have to take him out in an open field without any sniping spot. I am fortunately invited as a guest representing AN Coalition, so you’ll have to think of a way to draw him away from the main attention. “

Sanna frowned a little; while Bunyan continued checking the path way illustrated on the map, and spoke again, "Since we’re short of man, Ehrenfels contracted a member of PMCs to work with us on this mission. Come in.”

Bunyan spoke as another woman walked into the command room. She was a young woman appearing in her twenties, wearing a noticeable black cabby hat on top of her long sandy-blond hair, which was fashioned in a long braid. “Sanna, this is Erica Reinhardt. Reinhardt, Sanna Rekan. You two will be working together for this mission.” Bunyan said, introducing the two to each other.

Sanna gave a light nod to Erica, whom the latter looked at her (still) messy hair with her red eyes, before remarking, “Wow, maybe you need this hat more than I do.” Sanna looked aside, replying nothing as Bunyan continued, “At any rate, you two should prepare yourself before initiation. Meet up with me at 1630. You are dismissed.”

The two of them left the room as Sanna said, “Go on ahead, I'll join you after my shower.” Sanna then left Erica, who shrugged and thought to herself, “Silent type, huh? So much for friendly banter.”

Inside her room, Sanna brushed her hair straight, and then walked towards her closet. Opening it reveals a collection of ammunition and various types of firearms, far outnumbering the clothes kept within. Instinctively, she reached towards a pistol; the weapon she usually held — a black colored model of M1911 pistol chambered for .45 rounds. Examining its condition, Sanna proceeded to open the cupboard at the bottom of the closet, and took out a model of Heckler and Koch UMP.

Laying her weapons on the bed, Sanna then collected the guns' ammunition clips as she spread open the large tube of deep blue fabric commonly wrapped around her waist. Opening the cloth reveals numerous straps that are secretly hidden within the folds; allowing Sanna to attach her weapons. A buttoned shirt completes her ensemble as she grabbed her combat knife and slid inside an extra compartment of her skirt. Finished checking her ammunition, she was interrupted by sound of her knocking door.

Opening the door, it was Erica, who notified her that it's around time to meet up with Bunyan. Looking at a refreshed Sanna, Erica commented, "Nice dress.", comparing it to her red skirt-thigh highs combination.

"It'll get soaked in blood eventually...." Sanna replied in a dismissive tone.

“Well, it looks good on you.” Erica replied as she noticed Sanna’s blue skirt appeared to be weighted down by something, then continued, “A dress fit for all kinds of situation is the best.”

The two walked towards the command room, greeted by General Bunyan. Giving one final briefing, Bunyan announces his plans to the both of them. “I’ve read your files, Reinhardt. You specialize in…sabotage, yes?”

“Yup, leave the party crashing to me.” Erica said confidently as she tipped her hat, while noticing Sanna titled her head in an inquisitive manner, curious about Erica’s plans.

Bunyan nodded as he turned towards Sanna, and said, “Sanna, Reinhardt will create a commotion as an outside force and I’d like you to seize the opportunity at the state of panic to take out the target. I’ll do what I can to support but we honestly can’t risk AN’s reputation here.”

Sanna nodded, as Bunyan spoke again, “Do one final check-up on your equipments and meet me outside. You are dismissed.” As the two left to the weapons room to check their equipment, Erica asked, “I take you’re curious about what I’m planning to do?” Sanna replied with a nod.

Erica then led Sanna to the weapons room, opening the door as she said, “Well, with this-“

The door opened as Erica gestured Sanna towards a Gatling gun. It is a unique model resembling the Gryazev-Shipunov line of Gatling gun, bearing designs resembling of GSh-6-23 and GSh-6-30, attached with a noticeable red handle.

“Pretty cool, huh? I call it 'Panther'.” Erica said, looking at a wide-eyed Sanna starring in disbelieve. Sanna stared at the gun for a short moment, before concluding, “…that’s actually pretty cool.” Erica smiled as she lifted the Gatling gun, and said, “Well, we better get going.”