Boundless

Crash Course Serenade

Lance eyed the watch striped to her left wrist.

Something is definitely not right.

The Girl, bright minded as she was, had come up with a hasty and half assed plan, that by her calculations had around 30% chance to blow up on her face. It was, most likely, going to be a shit show, but that was better than the alternative: having more gangsters come after her.

The criminal family looking for her didn't have her identity: they had tailed her car. Due to the shitshow at Chrysalideum, the Girl had to change plans in order to not be followed by the authorities or anyone linked to Weyland-Yutani following her escape.

She had to change vehicles in a haste, and drop her exit car before planned. Meaning she couldn't discard the car she used to drop the cylinders at the drug dealer's place.

The Girl was aware of the possibility (so she had spent some hours more on the run trying to make her tracks hard to follow), hence the various traps at the mine.

Since she had used one of their cars to flee, they obviously found her a second time. No surprises there. But it had been too fast. She barely had time to rest and make new plans.

Moreover, she was hemorrhaging resources and equipment. She couldn't keep up with that game much longer. Soon there would be no tools or alternatives left.

And the cherry on top of that messy cake: she needed to reach the fucking container with the equipment to send a communication to her command. Like yesterday.

So here she was. After making the freaking gangster report her capture and set a time and place for a meeting to supposedly hand over 'his target' to higher ranks (she even made him describe someone different from herself as the embryos-delivery-person), Lance was now waiting for their arrival. In a hidden spot, watching everything through the scopes of her pulse rifle - this one adapted for sniper work.

But of course, her plan was already blowing on her face: 40 minutes later, and there was no signs of her targets.

And she knew better than to assume they were fashionably late to the meeting.

Something happened. And at top of the list of the most probable reasons for their no-show was 'my cover has been blown'.

Lance started to study the whole area through the lens of her scopes, trying to be sure no one was hiding and trying to ambush her, before moving from her spot - and effort that took her almost another hour.

Man... if I die here with a shot to the head, props to the motherfucker, she concluded after looking exhaustively for any signs of snipers.

***

"She is moving", Lar'Jar chuckled, while stating the obvious.

Invisible and positioned around 50 feet behind her, the siblings watched closely the whole ordeal.

Lar'jar had arrived first, since Ah'kaedh had taken Ho'kan to an little adventure: kill the oomans who were coming to this place to meet her.

The man they had found in the Girl's residential cubicle had been pretty useful. He spilled the beans about everything he knew pretty fast.

The Enforcer couldn't classify her plan as shitty - it had some logic to it, but it was quite risky and the Girl surely was in a haste (for reasons still unknown to him), so there were good chances of things going sideways.

And it had been rather fun watch his Girl squirm, imagining what the fuck happened. When they noticed her scanning the area bit by bit, the Enforcer became satisfied upon noticing that even nervous, she was careful in her exit.