Time To Go

"Sin its time to wake up, It's almost show time." This is the first thing i wake up to per the usual now-a-days. Two years ago Kayne fell ill and his son Oliver took over Tk1.

When this change in leadership happened, W.F. was considered scrapped and all active members were laid off. To make matters worst he black listed me from my career path.

So with no other skill set, no chance at continuing my career, i did the reasonable thing and joined a private military company as a data analysis expert. The PMC i joined was called Desire.

Unfortunately i got so good at my new job so quickly they moved me to field work. Unlike sitting at my cozy desk i now have to go with the advance teams from time to time.

This 'lovely' voice that woke me up belongs to one of the most ruthless squad leaders from the company. Rory Vitaly, the daughter of the Denver Vitaly, my new boss.

By far the shortest, meanest, cutest little gal I've ever met. Silky long black hair, green eyes, slim figure, just about 5 foot 1 inch tall. Often refereed to as the Hollywood Chihuahua, a nickname that may cost you your life.

"Yea yea, another minute and my alarm would have woke me up." I reply while fidgeting with my watch to shut off the upcoming alarm. "Whats the pay out this time? Hopefully better than the capital job." As i look out the window i see the next job site, a new modern hell.

Good ol Seattle, the former capital city of Washington. What was once an amazingly beautiful tourist city, no reduced to an anarchic hell hole. No one really knows what happened, but one day the entire government structure there fell apart.

"That's an understatement, no other organization would touch this job so it's pay has jumped by triple before we agreed to take it on. You should be happy, after this you'll be on a vacation right?" she said cocking her head to the side with a teasing smile.