Avarice

Chapter 2: First Target

"Hey, wake up. You're going to miss the hit day..." – BB's voice woke Velvet up.
She jolted off the bunk bed hitting her head on the railing in the process, bending the upper bedframe in the process.
"Yes, yes I'm awake no worries." – Velvet quickly blubbered massaging her own forehead in discomfort.
"You're such a deep sleeper. I expected the explosions in the distance to wake you up, but you just turned the other side and continued snoring."
"H-How long have you been up?" – Velvet asked, now feeling dumb due to her sleeping so deep.
"Woke up at five AM... That would be around four hours but fret not. I've prepared your stuff for the hit mission and sewn the patch onto your fatigues. After you eat the breakfast, you're good to go."
"Thanks... Why do so much for me?"
"I prefer when people I work with are happy and content with themselves. That includes not missing a transport truck and having to go forty-seven kilometers by foot to the bunker."
"What truck?"
"One that will pass by here. Its carrying humanitarian supplies and some of them are getting sent to the bunker. Getting you in there by that will be much easier than breaking in, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah right... What's the morning ration?"
"Peach cobbler and 'Italian' bread sticks. Suit yourself, the food is ready in the observation room."
"Thanks again."

Big Brother left the bedroom and headed to the observation room leaving Velvet alone. She grabbed the clothing and went to the bathroom to clean herself.
After that she got dressed and went to the observation room where she sat down and started eating the food. It tasted better than the food she ate for supper which surprised her as it came from the same ration.
While she was eating Big brother was looking at the battlefield through fixed binoculars and noting things down in a notebook.
"What's so interesting there if I may ask?" – Velvet said with a great deal of curiosity in her voice.
"Data, most of these soldiers... Or mercs more so, will be out of a job after you're done with their boss and their funding. Noting down their performance is a great way to know who to recruit after the whole deal is over."
"You're really planning things down that far? Better for you and them I presume."
"Yeah, now it'd be better if you finished up. The truck will be here soon, and you don't want to miss it."
"Alright, hear you on the comms I presume?" – Velvet asked and got a response by a nod while she was leaving.

She picked up her weapons and holstered the shotgun on her back while having the silenced pistol on her side. She wrapped the shemagh over her head and waited for the truck.
It took it a few minutes for the truck to get there but she noticed it soon enough. Coalition markings on the front and side, its cargo hold open and only covered by tarp.
While it was passing her, she rushed and grabbed onto its side and quickly jumped into the hold.
Inside it were several boxes, most of them filled with food and water jugs.
Thoughtfully she crawled into a box that was damaged and had most of its contents fall out on the floor.

The truck had quickly made its way to the bunker where the drivers were only identified and then let inside.
The contents of the truck including the box that Velvet was residing in were dropped onto a pallet and then shoved at some random corner.

She waited there for a while since she didn't want to draw the attention of the people who sorted all the boxes around. Thankfully for her nobody actually cared to pick up the box she was in, so she wasn't found that way.
Suddenly her pager rang, she didn't even know that it was there exactly, but she picked it up.
"White Fox, you in?" – A rather distorted voice asked.
"And who is speaking?" – Vel asked, her tone between a joking one and a serious one.
"Columbo... Obviously its me, you in?"
"Yes, sitting in a warehouse of sorts. Waiting for workers to leave until I can take a prowl for the target."
"Great, remember not to make too much noise once you get out. The second somebody dials for backup half the military forces fighting around will get gunning for your ass."
"You're talking to me like its my first time killing someone."
"Yes, I am talking to you like that because you're here without your signature piece of gear which well... made sure regular bullets won't lob your arm off."
"You're right. Yeah, thanks for reminding me, I'll dial you when anything important happens."