Jordan walked back into the infirmary. Ciri and Avallac'h were sitting and talking, "Time to go," Jordan ordered, her face monotoned.
"That was fast," Ciri said as she stood up.
"So are the horses that the Hunt are riding across the desert right now," Jordan scowled, "My friend Ivana is waiting in the transport. I'm going to get you there," she said cooly and both nodded, "Let's move," she raised her rifle to line of sight as she headed back for the door.
"Are there horses waiting?" Avallac'h asked as they walked behind Jordan, keeping pace with her long stride.
"We don't ride horses these days, Avallac'h. We drive metal monsters," Jordan replied and jumped when she saw a soldier fly out from behind the corner of a building, tackled to the ground by a hideous hound, dry ice fog billowing in clouds from its jaws as it mauled the poor man to death.
Jordan shot the dog down, growling as she saw the man choke out his last breath...
Jordan got running and the two followed, "What kind of weapon is that? A crossbow of some sort...?" Ciri asked with excitement.
"Your world doesn't need to know this kind of weapon, Ciri. Swords and men are dangerous enough..." Jordan sighed as she walked, hugging the wall of a building.
"Agreed," Ciri said quietly as they followed Jordan into the open. Jordan shot down three Hunt riders as she began to sprint, headed for the vehicle lot...
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Jordan turned a corner to the lot and froze in horror as she watched her Commander on his knees, hands behind his head, along with many other soldiers...ready for execution...
She glanced to the Hum-Vs seeing Ivana hiding inside, shaking, "Ivana, it's me, Jordan...See me?" she whispered into her radio.
Ivana looked around, grinning when she saw her, "Good. Can you get to the roof gun like I said? I'll cause a distraction, but I need you to spread some pink mist, if you catch my drift?" Jordan smirked and Ivana nodded, a devious grin coming to her face.
"When I shoot, you sprint for the brown vehicle and pull the handle on the doors to open them. You get inside and keep your heads down unless you want to get mulched by red hot lead rain," Jordan said back to Ciri and Avallac'h.
When they nodded, Jordan nodded back and walked out into the open, "I demand a civil audience with Lord Eredin of the Red Riders!" she declared, her voice projecting and proud.
Every Hunt rider looked to her, but the leader of those Red Riders came forward, pulling the face plate from his helmet, "How do you know my name, warrioress...?" the Elf questioned and Jordan kept herself calm.
"I know you because to this world, you are a game. A character in a game who can be killed. Who will die at the hand of Gwynbleidd. At the hand of Geralt of Rivia," Jordan replied in monotone, "I have seen this. And I have watched you die many deaths, my Lord," she added.
"And who might you be?" Eredin asked with intrigued curiosity.
"I am Sergeant Jordan Raven of the United States Marine Corps," she proclaimed, "Free my fellow soldiers, unharmed and I shall show you the path to slaying Geralt...and having the power you desire from Princess Cirilla," she proposed, "Slay them and I'll end my own life. You will have nothing and the Witcher will kill you," she added.
He would have no choice as Jordan pressed the barrel of her rifle under her chin, "Your choice, Eredin," Jordan urged him and his curious expression turned to that of admiration.
"You would die for your brothers and sisters in arms...?" Eredin asked and Jordan glanced to her Commander.
"I learned a long time ago that these people have my back and I'm not about to abandon them because a bad nightmare is coming to life," Jordan replied with confidence and Eredin clicked his tongue.
"Well...you are certainly an honorable woman..." he hummed, holding up a hand, waving for Jordan's comrades to be released.
"Jordan, you don't have to help them," her Commander whispered to her.
"I know...but you just need to run. Never speak of these people and don't look back, alright?" Jordan whispered back as he paused at her side. She pulled her dog tags off, "Will you give these to my parents...? I'm...going to be away for a while. Will you do this for me, Sir?" she asked, handing the jingling tags to him.
"Of course, Sergeant. Your father would be proud of you," he smiled.
"I know. Semper fi, Commander," she farewelled him.
"Semper fidelis, Raven," he bowed his head in respect before limping away after the other men, "Take care of yourself."
"Aye, Sir," Jordan smiled after them.
"Now..." Eredin sighed in a sick happiness, holding out a hand to her, "...To my horse, my Lady?" he offered for her to ride with him and Jordan looked down at his hand before taking a deep breath and resting hers over his.
"You honor me, my Lord..." she offered a small curtsy before pulling her combat knife from its sheath on her hip and swiftly chopping down over his wrist, between his gauntlet and palm plate...taking his hand off before he could think.
Eredin howled in pain as he fell to his knees, screaming in Elvish. Jordan then quickly aimed her rifle at him and shot him three times in the chest.
Then...a rain of red, hot lead came down from the top of the Hum-V...
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FanfictionJordan Raven grew up in a house of soldiers, from her father, to mother, to even her grandparents... Her father always told her that she was meant for more than the life she led, a life of nothing but books and games...the man even went so far as to...
