Nora x oc

Ch.5

Usually I would write something here about my life or whatever, but after all of these years of me pretending not to be hurt and don't care, I finally don't give one damn. Ask me a question or do whatever the hell you want, just don't be a dick to people. I guess I'll start working on this some more.
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     Once I'm home instead of doing what any sane vigilante would do after a long night of patrolling (if they exist) I start to clean my weapons.  I un sheath my weapons, machetes,  dust daggers, and throwing knives and pull out some steel wool and cleaner. After about 20 minutes of doing the process slowly to kill time I kick against the wall and send my rolley chair to the other side with me in it. I spin around before I get to my other desk covered in files. Jason McLark, Saturn Bushwhacker, and a whole shitload of other assholes who I have a file on because they thought a title would help them. And to think, these people all have families that love them, Bastards. I push the files off my keyboard and log in on my computer. Let's see files, work friends, aaaand got another video to add. I take out the chip in the camera and put it in the computer. Yes, I want to import the information. Let's name this one after the bastard who stars in it. And now I have 37 people on this file because I haven't seen if they live up to their end of the bargain. Most do but I don't trust shit anymore. I guess it comes for free in the amazing limited time offer of stopping assholes during a civil war.
      Ow that I'm done cleaning my weapons I put them aside and grab my guitar and practice. Since I have no friends to talk to and stay off of the internet for security reasons, I taught myself how to play. Besides the guitar, I can play the piano and the trumpet. Where's my notebook, where's my notebook. On the kitchen table I see my notebook with songs written on the front of it. I l know that all of my songs I wrote suck but it entertains me anyways. I open the notebook and flip through the pages until I'm where I left off in it. First I write the lyrics and then I put them to music. The sounds of me strumming on my guitar keeps on until I pass out cuddling my guitar.
     Next morning I wake up at about 12 and start working out. My routine for today is a circuit of 10 pull ups, 10 reverse cable punches per arm, 20 mountain climbers, 10 burpies, and 20 lunges. I repeat this 6 times since I go for ripcord muscles (lean ropy muscles that move a little weight a lot of times meant for endurance and speed).
    After my workout I take a shower and snack on some home made salsa for breakfast. Let's see what to listen to what to listen to I think hooking up my speakers to my scroll. Hmmm how about a classic.
(Dream a little dream of me)
    I flip through my files to profile them and see who will likely go back on their word. It's pretty hard to do that because of their spotless until now records. That's why I have a network of cameras around town. Yeaaaah I'm just gonna go teach myself some math. I mean of course I hate it but everyone says it's necessary, well teachers do.

Timeskip: 1 week
   
      I have footage of 12 guys trying to infringe on the agreement now. Of course I stopped them and they are..... alive in my holding cells I have. Just gotta finish up on my end of the promise. I do some editing and the flash drive is perfect. I save it and head to my motorcycle to drive to the library so they do t trace it to my computer. Gotta send atlas an email and if nothing happens then I'm gonna make it go viral.
     Ironwoods pov:
     
     "General, there's something you must see this instant." My secretary bursts in my office interrupting my meeting with Winter.
     "What in dusts sake is so important to interrupt me debriefing my lieutenant (idk what her rank is)?" I bark at her. I need her to go to Vacuo to do assist in a rescue mission. Soldiers of ours have been abducted and those idiots over there can't find them.
     "It's on your computer if you'd allow me to-"
      "Well put the damn thing up already if it's so important you interrupt me." I tell her moving out of my chair to allow her to show me what it is. It better be good. She sits down and moves to my email and selects an email I received from Vacuo. "What's the meaning of this?"
     "This is an email from the dust devil in Vacuo, the monster rumored to punish those who sin. It's telling us we need to go to Vacuo and arrest some of our troops, that they have committed unspeakable crimes and if we don't he will release the information out to the public. He has videos of them commuting the crimes for each person even."
    "Show me some of the videos." I tell her. She clicks on one of them. It shows a soldier attacking a woman, trying to rape her. The dust devil stops the soldier and makes him a deal. It cuts into where the soldier breaks the deal and I'm guessing that's why soldiers have been kidnapped recently.
     "It says he has all of the soldiers are being contained by him. And if we do not arrive next Tuesday at main street at noon, the dust devil will make the information public."
      Well I guess it's a good thing she did interrupt my debriefing of Winter. "Thank you, please leave me and Ms.Shnee." The woman scurries out of my office and I let out a sigh. I look at Winter," Looks like we're getting our troops back after all. Be prepared to leave for Vacuo on Monday at 06 hundred in the morning." This is one shitty day.