Shadow of a Life

Agent of Chaos

Can you remember who you where, before the world told you who you should be? -Unknown

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The cloaked figure stands in front of the marble cross, the cool winter air whipping the dark, tattered fabric in the air. She was alone in the cemetery. The grave before her read:

Here Lies Aina Olsen
Who Sacrificed Her Life to save the Lives of the many.
2036-2064

And enscribed upon the horizontal part of the cross where the three words:

I'll be back.

She herself did not know who had chosen the words, but they fit well. Although she was never a religious person, she didn't quite mind the use of the cross. And she certainly wasn't going to sacrifice her cover to correct such a trivial thing.

It was then that her comm link buzzed. She presses her middle finger to the side of her helmet, answering the call. "Yes, sir?" She inquires, her voice gruff and slightly metallic with a dark undertone.

"Return to base. Time's up." The menacing voice of the operative dubbed Reaper says through the comm.

"Of course." She responds, and with that, she was gone. Black and crimson smoke curling into the air from where she stood, leaving only a cluster of black roses at the base of the grave.

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Being insubstantial was exhilarating. It gave a sort of freedom that her physical body could not provide. Being dead did had quite a few advantages. Speeding effortlessly through the air, slowing only when she was in the middle of a large body of water. The smog formed her armored figure once again, and she dropped into the water below, sinking quickly, the pressures of the ocean not bothering her in the slightest. When her boots touch the murky seafloor, she drifts over to a well concealed keypad. She types in a long series of numbers and letters into it, and a portion of the seafloor slides open. She jumps smoothly in, the hatch closing behind her.

Unlike most of the Talon agents returning from missions around her, she was not soaked from the plummet down, nor needed a high tech suit to keep the pressures of the ocean from crushing her like a tin can.

She strode down the hall and around quite a few twists and turns, her cloak billowing behind her. After a few more corridors, she enters the self dubbed war room, though it was only used for planning covert attacks and missions. At least at the moment.

The only other person in the room besides her was a black cloaked figure. When she enters, he looks up, nodding a curt greeting. Like all the times she had seen her superior, he wore a skill like mask. Although to her, it resembled more of the nocturnal Barn Owl. She dared not bring that fact up in casual conversation, however. He was by far the most imposing person she had met in her years of service.

She walks over to stand beside him, he gaze traveling down to look at a top down map of Eichenwald. Reaper points a clawed gloved hand at the map, tracing the roads. "You are to hunt down and eliminate Reinhardt Wilhelm. He's been spotted roaming these areas with a young woman. Eliminate her as well, if necessary." He explains, his voice as menacing as ever.

The woman was taken aback for a moment. A tank class? He expects her to be able to take down, let alone kill, a tank class, ex-Overwatch agent? She opened her mouth behind her helmet to protest, but decided strongly against it, only nodding in response. "It'll be done, sir." She says simply.

He nods, flicking his had to dismiss her. She hurries out of the room, turning a few corners as she walks until she reaches the main entrance hatch again. She takes a deep breath before transforming into smoke once more, passing through the hatch as if it wasn't even there.

When she hits the cold water, she solidifies again and begins swimming toward the surface, her cloak billowing behind her.