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"I'D consider that dagger a ticking clock, but I get what you mean. We can't punch out an army."he surmised. "Well let's see what Kali has got. From there we either get more help or go for the gold."
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Speaking of gold. Enoch fishes out the peanuts from the crushed shell, tosses it in the air, and bounces it squarely off.of his nose in attempt to catch it. Literal eternity to get that figured out, too The young man mutters popping the other peanut into his mouth more directly. You know you could single - handedly revolutionize the mining industry. I met some guys in New Mexico who have the equipment. You go find it, they dig it up, we could all live like the Monopoly guy. He grins, selects another peanut.
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Orrin considers for a moment. He had been a poor farmer his whole life, something that had him worried that the cash was going to run out. Being rich was definitely not going to hurt anything.

"You might be on to something there Doc..."
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Instead of eating the next peanut, Enoch sets it into a wobbly spin. in front of him. Yeah? Then we'll invest or whatever it is the really rich do. Wealth for eternity. Hm. He makes a satisfied face. Of course, we can't be managing wealth all day, so we'll find trusted humans to do it... They'll know some of the secret, but their kids will knows less, and their kids less, until we're just oral tradition. Figurehead deity. We won't care, we'll be off doing other things. Then some bright greatgreatgreat and so forth grandkid gets the idea they can do what they want. Sees people with powers as threats to the organization. Mockeries of their founding deity. Decides the world is better without them. Has multi-generational wealth and people skills at their disposal. Hm. He slaps a hand down, cracking the shell if not crushing the peanut. Maybe we're not the first to the table with this idea. With a pointed glance at the peanut, he looks back up at Orrin.
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"Great now they're rich miners too? I hate them even more now." Orrin says grabbing a peanut. "What if we take out their mining operation?" he said with a stupid grin.
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Volkov's MemoriesAugust 3rd, 2003:
"I won’t lie to you; this will be harder than anything you’ve ever done. You’ll need do things you’ve never even considered, fight people who utterly destroy the boundaries of what you once thought was possible. But despite all of this, we must succeed. The fate of all nations, all peoples rests on our shoulders." A long, drawn out sigh. "We need your help, Specialist. Help us protect those who can’t protect themselves."

Images of Sarah flash in her mind… Never again; she won’t fail ever again. "Let me know how that works out for you." Volkov stands, heels clicking together as she salutes.

"Count me in Colonel. When can I get started?" Colonel Forrester smiles, face not yet scarred with the weight of decades. He stands up from behind his desk, mirroring her own salute with clockwork precision. Then, task concluded, he relaxes, hand reaching out across his desk. "Welcome to the Company, Specialist Volkov. I know we’ll see good things from you. "

July 1st, 2011:
The creak of heels on wooden floor startles the tanker from her musings, and she glances away from the crackling fireworks over Hong Kong’s skyline to the shadowy, feminine figure standing in the doorway of her hotel room.

"Volkov. "The voice is soft, tinged with the faintest hint of mirth. "Watching the festivities alone, are we?" There is a soft, ‘tsk’ noise. "That just won’t do, will it?"

The tanker blushes as the form of Sergeant Major Aoife Callahan steps into the pale pool of light cast up from the sea of skyscrapers. Long, luscious locks of red hair, finally freed from their cramped service ponytail, cascade downwards to frame her face with an almost ethereal glow in the twilight. Another firework flashes, casting the hotel room in deep-blue light.

"Sorry," the tanker mumbles contritely. "I couldn’t sleep; decided to watch the fireworks." Volkov gestures out the window at the harbor beyond. There is a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant crackle of the fireworks, before Volkov decides to speak up once more. "Care… care to join me Aoife?" She beckons her over to the window. "There’s plenty of room." "You know what this needs? Ambience."

The Irishwoman’s mouth twists into a coy grin as she steps forward, wrapping one long and sinewy arm around her companion’s shoulders. "I’d thought you wouldn’t have asked; besides, I wouldn’t miss a show like this for the world. After all, it’s not everyday you get to watch one of the world’s largest fireworks displays from a hundred and seventeen stories up, now is it?"

The two women settle down onto the cushioned bench in front of the window, leaning into one another as they watch the fireworks splash across the night sky. Beneath them, Hong Kong engulfs itself in celebrations well into the night.

September 12th 2005:
When the bulky, muscled man enters once more, she’s long lost the ability to speak, voice raw and quiet from the untold hours of screaming before hand. Her limbs are anchored together with biting, iron chains that have long since chafed wrists to the point of bleeding. At this point, she wonders what will kill her first; the tetanus she’s bound to get, or the torture.

The man steps forward, metal door clanging shut behind him to obscure the last tendrils of natural light, leaving the room in the shadows cast by a single, lonely bulb hanging down from the ceiling as he beelines towards the table to overlook his various instruments.

"So, Miss Volkov… I am hoping you have tired of these foolish games." His voice is a strong, baritone one with a faint hint of some unidentifiable accent intermixed with his words. There is the rough screech of a knife being dragged across rusted metal. "I hope that today, you will be more cooperative." With this, he turns, bringing his chosen blade into the light, holding it up for study like a fine jeweler inspecting a newly acquired ware. He hums thoughtfully, before running his finger across it’s edge. "Yes, this will do just fine."

Raising the knife upwards, he grasps the blade in his hand. Orange light seeps outwards from between his fingers, and by the time his hand opens once more, the blade radiates warmth outwards, glowing with the molten coloration of superheated metal. "Now, with that concluded, we can get down to business." He steps forward, leaning down to stare into her puffy, reddened eyes. "Tell me, Volkov, where did you and your friends come from? Who do you work for? "

Something wet and phlegmy collects in her throat as she tries to rasp out words. Seeing her lips moving, the man leans forward to listen.

"Go…" She coughs. "Go… f*ck… yourself…"

The ball of spit and mucus hits him right between the eyes, and the man recoils with a growl, hands running up and down his face in an attempt to wipe the offending materials away. He stumbles back over to the table once more, slamming his hip into it with a muffled curse as he fumbles blindly for a towel marked with dark stains. Knives and other implements tumble to the floor or klink against one another.

"That… that was a poor decision, miss Volkov. " Any veneer of civility is lost when he turns, dropping the towel back onto the table. His eyes glimmer into darkness like coals, mouth twisted into a rictus grin. The knife returns to his hand. "My turn…"

When the lance of fire stabs into her stomach, parting skin and muscle like wet tissue paper, she finds the energy to scream once more.

She doesn’t know how much time passes, how long it’s been since the man entered. He’s taken his time, pausing in between bouts of torture to wipe the blood and sweat from his brow and sip from the dented metal canteen he’s retrieved from somewhere. The knife has cut again and again, and she’s lost count of the number of running wounds that crisscross her form.

"So…" His fingers grasp around her chin, scorching the skin and forcing her to stare him in the eyes. "Are you ready to speak to me?" She prepares to spit out a curse, to purse her lips in silence, to shut her eyes, to do something, anything. But the room shudders suddenly, light briefly blinking out. The man glances upwards as a trickle of dust falls down. "The hell…"

He drops her head, letting it dangle limply as he walks over to the table, hands searching for something that she can’t see. It’s either a phone or radio, she can’t tell through her blurred vision, but she can make out what sounds like frantic shouting from one end. The ceiling rumbles once again. The man shouts something not in english, before slamming the device back down into the table; there’s an electronic squeal followed up by the crunching of plastic.

"Well then," he growls, "it looks like I’ll have to be quick with this." He picks the blade up once more, sweat droplets sizzling on the heated metal. Her eyes widen at his words. Panic, pure unadulterated panic roils across her brain. F*ck f*ck f*ck… I’m going to die here alone, in the dark, minutes away from rescue… She attempts to move her limbs, but the bindings hold tight. There will be no escape.

He stalks forward, halfway across the room at this point, spinning the knife along his hand and humming at her sudden surge of action. "That’s it, struggle… there’s no getting away from this now." The blade comes closer, closer, filling her vision with its orange light.

Somebody, anybody… come on… Help me! The chains rattle and squeak, but refuse to give. Not like this… not like this! He towers over her, blade rising up to bring the killing blow. Her eyes squeeze shut in anticipation.

The steel door separating her cell from the rest of the compound disintegrates in a flash of white light, sending her would-be executioner sprawling to the floor. Ears ringing and half-blinded, she blinks blearily at the sunlight, and the dark outlines of the figures standing beyond. Voices, commanding and wrathful, sound out. "Ge… on the gr… nd, do … dow… ow . . .!"

The man attempts to stagger to his feet, fire dancing across his fingertips. A sharp crack, and she feels a wet spray splash across her face. Like a puppet with its strings cut, his headless body slumps to the floor, blood and the grey flecks of brain matter splashing down from the stump of his neck to dribble onto the floor. She watches on mutely. "That was... violent. But his suffering is just beginning."

There is more shouting, and she feels strong, warm hands engulf her body. An oh so-familiar voice is speaking in low, hushed tones, fingers running through her matted and soiled hair as a tactical helmet falls to the floor nearby. She cranes her aching neck upward, and sees a full head of red hair highlighted by the white sunlight pouring in. Looking every-inch like an avenging Valkyrie of Norse myth, Aoife Callahan crouches before her, emerald eyes glittering with unshed tears.

Callahan’s face breaks into a fragile, teary smile. "Shhhh…" Aoife coos in her ear, "I’ve got you girl… I’ve got you. You’re safe now."

Something in her mind breaks with the sound of a thousand shattered glass panes. "Aoife… Aoife…" She buries her bruised and bleeding face into the older woman’s neck, and cries as she feels fingers lovingly run through her hair, straightening it’s matted locks into some sort of order.

"I’ve got you Alannah…"

There are more shouts: for medical extractions, for fireteam status updates, for ammo and for fire support, but she ignores them all. Even as she is freed from her restrains and lifted onto a field stretcher, even as she is carried away through dirt and stone corridors laced with bullet holes and bloodstains to a waiting UH-80 Ghosthawk, even as the dark green jungles of Cambodia blur away into ocean waters, even when they set down unto the Marine Landing Ship and she finds her eyes slipping closed, Aoife never lets go of her hand.

December 31st, 2011:
She’s sitting in out in cold, fuming over Taskforce Reaper’s sudden and completely unnecessary interference, when someone raps loudly on the armored skirts of her tank.

"Hey, wondergirl? Got any room up there for one more?" Volkov half stands, half crawls her way over to the edge of the turret to stare down at Callahan, who looks upwards with a jovial expression. "Here, I brought some liquid courage!" Aoife removes an amber flask from her jacket pocket, holding it up for her to see in the moonlight.

Volkov smirks. "It’s not like I can stop you ma’am, you’re my CO after all!"

Aoife’s grin morphs into a mock-stern expression at this. "You’re right about that; I wasn’t going to let you stalk off and have a pity-party all to yourself, now was I?" She hefts herself onto the tank, pulling herself up to the top of the turret to settle next to Volkov. The glass of bourbon "YOU call it bourbon, I call it a travesty" is placed between them, alongside two crystal glasses. "Here, drink up. "She carefully fills the glasses with amber liquid; "To the health of the Company!"

Volkov chuckles and swallows the liquid, letting the burning sensation race down her throat. In the meantime however, she feels Aoife’s arm settle around her shoulders in a familiar and comforting position. "Something on your mind Alannah? I can tell when you’ve been nettled, and, considering the sh*t going down."

Volkov sighs, leaning up against the older woman as she shifts into a more comfortable position. "Aoife," she mumbles, "how do you deal with… this bullsh*t?" She waves her hand in the air, fingers gesticulating wildly. "I mean, all of this planning, all of this work to protect people, and then some of the freaks in Reaper come in and immediately starting pushing us around, flipping the entire operation plan on its head?" The tanker turns, locking her blue eyes with the irishwoman’s green ones. "How do you deal with this crap?"

Aoife humms thoughtfully, filling her glass with another shot of bourbon. "That’s a tough question, you know?" Her tone is wistful, and Volkov leans in closely. "I think I deal with it by realizing that all of this is secondary to what we do, you know?" Aoife quickly downs her drink and stands up, raising her arms to gesture out at the mountainous Chechnyan countryside. "Think about it… I joined because I really didn’t have much of a choice, but I really do think that we’re doing some good in the world." She twists to stare down at Volkov. "You remember those missions in Africa, where we were protecting aid shipments from Parahuman warlords? How about that time where Nova healed that entire village; people who would never walk or see again suddenly being restored to full health? Or, how about Hong Kong, where we stopped those Parahuman triads from trafficking Chinese civilians?" Volkov nods, entranced by her CO’s speech.

"You know what I realized? Yeah, we have this bureaucratic bullsh*t, all this infighting and crap, but at the end of the day we’re still out saving people and helping the world." Aoife settles back onto the top of the tank, pouring herself another drink. "We protect people who can’t protect themselves, help those who can’t normally be helped. Yeah, we have our off-days and messes, but then we have those little moments where you realize who we’re fighting for and how much of a difference this all makes, and I feel happy." A cheeky grin spouts up on Callahan’s face, and she turns and pinches Volkov out of her stupor, chuckling at her startled yelp. "Besides, If I hadn’t stuck with the company, I wouldn’t have met all of these lovely people. Especially you, Miss Alannah Volkov." At that, both women giggle.

"Look at us," Volkov forces out between laughs, "here we are in Chechnya on New Years Eve, fighting sentient rocks and debating moral philosophy…" She takes downs another glass. "Some ‘elite operatives’ we are… "

Aoife grins at Volkov’s expression, before reaching into her jacket once more. "Happy New Year Volkov… I have a little surprise for you."

"What? More Alcohol?" The tanker scoffs, making an exaggerated dismissive motion with her hand. "If I had anymore, I would have sworn you were trying to get me drunk so that you could have your way with me."

"Nah… That comes later, but first…" Aoife draws her service pistol, flipping it around in her hand and presenting it butt first to Volkov. "This is for you, Staff Sergeant. You’ve earned it." Volkov’s expression morphs into one of shock.

"Callahan," she tries to push the pistol butt away, "this is too much! I haven’t earned it! It’s yours, not mine! "Aoife shakes her head, hair fluttering with the motion.

"Nah, I don’t need it anymore. Besides, when I retire back in Europe, there’s no way in hell those fascists will let me keep it." She chuckles at her joke. "A gun like this is meant to be used, and I think you’d be the one best served by it. Besides, think of it as a… token of my affection." She flutters her eyes coyly at this statement.

Volkov reluctantly takes the pistol from her, examining it in the light. It’s a magnificent piece of kit; a Steyr GB sidearm with polished chrome slide, custom green night sights, and a beautifully carved grip of solid ivory adorned with the Callahan family crest and the initials A. C. The tanker blinks, once, twice, before stowing the pistol and stepping forward, engulfing her friend in a full-body hug.

"Thank you Aoife… it’s magnificent, absolutely perfect. I didn’t deserve it, but thank you so much for being there for me all these years." Tears, warm and wet, snake down her face as she nuzzles into the the Irishwoman’s hair.

"Trust me, I’ve always got you Volkov. Always…"

January 1st, 2012
Her mentor and friend smolders in her T-80U, radio bursting out bouts of static-laced laughter and pleas. Only the barrel of the vehicle pokes out from the rubble, fire creeping slowly over it as it begins to twist and warp in the heat. The Hunter stands tall, back outlined by a burst of fire stretching into the sky, his PKM hefted over his shoulder in crude parody of an action movie hero; face torn in a slasher smile, his eyes blazing like those of the oh-so-sadistic torturer all those months ago. The Village of Valaris erupts into a hellish inferno again and again, streets consumed by a firestorm as she watches from the mountain road overlooking the hamlet. Her older counterpart chuckles through the radio clutched in Volkov’s slack hands.

An older, smooth voice comes over the radio. "This again? One would think you thought of nothing else." The late operative’s voice is obscured by this voice, but what little you can make out sounds twisted, broken, distant, as if heard underwater from a untuned speaker. Volkov smashes the radio with a half-choked cry, cursing as Sergeant Major Aoife Callahan is roasted alive, slowly burning to death in her own tank, another casualty caught in Task Force Reaper's crossfire.


The stream of memories ends, leaving Volkov standing in the middle of the bathroom, hand touching Kali's as she sucks in deep, calming breaths. The two remain that way for a while, before Kali straightens up and begins to speak once more.

Volkov can't believe what she hears. The hell? What exactly does she mean by that? She sighs, leaning forward and once again resting her head against the wall of the stall. "Alright." She raises her hand in a stopping gesture. "What exactly do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'helping' me; what does that entail?"
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The corner of Kali's mouth twitches upward in an oh-so-subtle smile. "Your friend, Aiofe. She is in the afterlife," she explains tentatively.

Your mind is filled with a few short clips, an almost dreamlike quality to them. A gravestone, reading 'Elliot Thomas, March 11, 1987- August 2, 1998', then a young boy playing frisbee with his dog in a beautiful green park. A jar of ashes, labeled 'Pranav Sidana, July 23, 1943- December 8, 2004', then an Indian woman enjoying a holiday supper with her family. A simple black star on a white marble wall, labeled 'A. Callahan, ?-2012', then a glimpse of Aoife's face, cheerfully laughing, just a second long before the vivid picture fades to grey.

Kali wrings her hands nervously, looking you in the eye cautiously. "I can help you, ma'am. You can see her again," she promises.

She interlaces her fingers, pleading now. "But ma'am...," she says plaintively, one heel tapping. "I cannot help until Mr. Enoch says I can. And I will try to convince him, ma'am, I will, but he seems so unhappy with how things are going..."

'She can't help you while Enoch is so set against you,' you realize, along with the fact that you need more time to consider this.

"Ma'am, if you need to think about it," Kali begins, flushing slightly as she realizes she was responding to a thought. "-Sorry ma'am, I will leave your mind at once-" A brief pause and a slight twinge as her mind withdraws. "If you need to think about it, I am sure Enoch would be willing to meet another time," she says hopefully, brightening a little at the thought. "You could leave and rest and think about it, and you could meet again when, um, when things are a little less, er, heated." Her enthusiasm wanes somewhat at the end of her statement, the ill-fitting hopeful look giving way to her habitually drawn and nervous countenance.
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Orrin looks over at Enoch. "Alright, so tough talk time. Say we don't get help, do you think we can do it? Take out this Hunter I mean?"he asks seeming to sober up at the thought of meeting his fate at least in part. "I mean the first time I faced him, I either got lucky or he wasn't half of what he is now. From the way Tank Girl seems to describe him I don't think it was the latter, which probably a good thing. I'd hate for him to be getting stronger."he mentions.

He grabs a couple peanuts and shoves them in his mouth. "We'd need to face him somewhere with a lot of earth and not a lot of civilians.
That is unless you've got some need for a specific terrain. I figure all his gadgets are what seems to even the playing field, maybe we fight him somewhere where he can't bring all those fancy guns. Any ideas?"

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Enoch shrugs a bit fatalistically. We'll have to be careful. The young man scoots down in the booth's padded bench to stretch out straight for a moment, let out a yawn. If she doesn't help us... I mean we're not going to just pick a fight because of it. But I'm afraid information goes the other way. It won't be like Peru where the Hunter scrounges what he can get his hands on fast, and takes off before anyone in authority can stop him. We'll be somewhat on their radar. They're used to fighting... Not exactly us but people like us. We might get one go-round where they underestimate us, and we need to make that count.
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Orrin hadn't thought of that. They may have dug themselves a hole. The two of them could be facing an army of hunters.

"Well that sucks. How does this keep getting harder? And why do they think that masochist is the good guy?" Orrin complained. He pulled out his phonevand looked at it. "I'm running out of reasons not to call the assassin."
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Cause if it was easy, just any farmer or lab rat off the street could be a Champion. Sheesh. Enoch glances at his own phone. Well, I want to give Kali a chance to come through. I think it'll be good for her. Otherwise... They're an hour or two behind us I think. Still after his bedtime. He gives a lopsided smile and chuckle, then his expression becomes more sober. Don't... Ah... Tell him I said that.
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Orrin lets out a boisterous laugh. "Your secret is safe with me." he said as he slides the phone back in his suit pocket.

"So what's the deal with that anyway? Was she ever human, or is she like a demon or something? Just curious, Steve I understood, Kali was... unexpected."

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Kali. Enoch's eyes go vague a moment. So many reasons. Dunno if you paid much attention to her or even saw her in the waiting room. She was like, beyond miserable. I mean... Four THOUSAND years answering the door for Death, and it seemed like the only thing to take her mind off of it was fear of punishment. She was even afraid of me. And I'm downright cuddly.

He sits back up straight in his seat... For probably the fifth time tonight considers giving his nanites some downtime and trying his hand at alcohol... Rejects it again. I'm a doctor, fixing, helping are kind of my thing. Plus, we talked awhile while you were in with Death. She knows about that prophecy that Thor read to us. Figured that knowledge would be useful. Plus... She's Kali. Like from all the Indian mythology. Scourge of demons and all. Maybe she doesn't have her feet quite under her yet, but once she does, having her on our side can't hurt.

He looks aimlessly around the room. What else... Yeah. Honestly I just wanted to see if Death would grant the request. Aaand... Kind of needed a win after what went down in the desert. As to what she is, or was... We were getting to that when you brought Tank Girl back. We should really get her name.
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Orrins jaw dropped. "Damn fuzzy dizzy. You just saved a goddess of vengeance against evil from Death."he said. "And we're sitting at a bar on Amsterdam worrying if Tank Girl.is going to join our posse."he let out a laugh.

"Yeah I'd call that a win."he said with a smile. "In fact it sounds like she is dealing with an effect I've seen before... in Hell. "He explained.

"Medusa was there so long she.... well she forgot herself. She forgot her people." Orrin said. "Mephisto seemed to think that if she got out of Hell she would eventually turn into her old self again. "

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Enoch can't help but grin. Yeah. But either of them are going to have to come back in their own time. Up until a few minutes ago Kali thought I was going to punish her if i was arbitrarily displeased. He shakes his head. Just saying this so it's out there. I mean, she doesn't know much about the world and I'm responsible for her. Kind of like family I guess. Same with Medusa if and when
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