13 *Hannah Baker?*

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(option 6)
 !¡ Disclaimer: really fucking long.
⚠️ TW VIOLENCE, SWEARING, VERY DETAILED CONTENT⚠️ ¡!

                      Task Force 141 :

It was an early morning as always, i wake up at 5 am by my ringtone.
The sky was grey and windy.

I was one of the few females on base, but the only one with such a high ranking except for my bosses of course (Laswell...)
The men around here were well...different id say.

I make my way over to the cafeteria where my team sits, my team consisting of : Gaz, Soap, Price, Ghost and not to forget Alejandro.
I was walking over to the buffet which smelled heavenly and as always i got a bagel with cream cheese filling and not to forget bagel seasoning.
I also grabbed some orange juice and made my way back to my team, i was the only female of the group which kinda sucks...
But i love all of them and were like our own little family.
I also still wear my mask and balaclava on a daily basis to cover my face of course. They still haven't seen my face yet, and probably never will.

It has been one year since i had joined Task Force 141, so one year since the shooter incident.
I miss my old roommates alot.

                  After breakfast :

I was going to training when i was suddenly stopped by captain Price.
Price: hey i got a mission for you, u dont have to take it if u dont want to cause uh...
U: ok what is it and whats the problem?
I answery breath catching in my throat cause what could they problem possibly be?

Price: so its an undercover mission.
He says and i furrow my brows.
U: and whats wrong with it Captain?
Price: well, it involves ur old high school.
U: i need to go to my old high school for this mission?! Ok but uh how long will it take?
Price: its hard to say it isnt to dangerous but...it could turn dangerous really quickly.
U: and why is that?
Price: König is back in the country.
U: ah shit, ill take it but i need one hell of a makeover for them not to recognize me.
Price: yeah, i know we planned it.
U: and then when do i leave?
Price: tomorrow morning, if thats ok.
U: i dont really have a choice, but yeah its ok ofcourse it is.
Price: yeah, come on lets "change" u.
U: thanks for the opportunity sir.
Price: no problem searg.

Training was cancelled for me ofcourse.
We got in Price's truck and drove to the nearest target that one being atleast 50 miles from base ground.
I jump out of the car as we arrive.
I havent gone into a target since... litterally to long to remember.

Price: are ya excited kid?
U: yeah, havent been here for quite some time, but what do i need to change sir?
Price: thats up to you, girls know that better either way.
U: yeah probably true whats my budget?
Price: one hundred dollars id say.
U: jeez thats more then enough, but ill ofcourse gladly take it.

I walk through all the Isles.
I need to color, cut and style my hair,  which was one Heck of a job for a girl who has as much and as thick hair as me.
I decide on two colors, red and black and im going to mix the red with the black to make it a darker shade.
The two hair dyes together cost 20 dollars, which was ok for hair dye i guess.

I put the hair dye in the basket that i was carrying.
But then the idea popped up in my head "makeup".
The beauty Isle wasnt to far away from the Isle i was in so i decided to just sprint towards it.
And then i stood there all the makeup a girl could ever need, right infront of me.
I picked out the cheapest things, and now had a full face of makeup for the low price of 20 dollars.
I put everything in my basket, and i had sixety more dollars to go.
I hushed over to the clothing section, and they had a sale al t-shirts for one dollar, exactly what i needed.
I picked out a bunch of metal and punk t-shirts for example : Slipknot, panic! At the Disco, Rammstein and My Chemical Romance.
I had picked up 10 shirts for the price of ten dollars and  i had picked out two jeans, two sweatpants, and those all together came up to 20 dollars.
With the ten dollars i had left i bought a headphone.
I check out and walk back over to Price's truck.
Price: aha, finally back, got some good stuff?
U: yeah there were great sales thanks by the way.
Price: everything for the mission 'ay.

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