A familiar sight was laid bare before the girl, broken pieces of black furniture resting upon the floor as a body sat upon a hard bed.‘That conniving bastard... I’m gonna make sure he gets a bullet in between those eyes of his... right through that fancy ass hat of his~!’she planned, gleefully giggling at the wonderful thought of being able to see his cold, lifeless, body surrounded by a pool of his own warm blood.
A trio of thumps resounded from the thick metal door, followed by a girl appearing before Chloe. An inquisitive expression appeared on her countenance before a large grin exploded onto the scene as she looked around the room, clearly amused.
“Don’t worry Newbie! You’ll soon come to find out that we all feel the same way!” she paused to garner if the other girl had any reaction to this new piece of information, “Now, Now. We’ll put this large mess behind us and continue onwards into your new room! You didn’t think that big bitch would force us to stay in these depressing wittle holes, now did ya?” she sang.
Luscious grey locks flowed down her back as she fiddled with the knives sheathed upon her waist belt, as if unable to stay still for a long period of time. Seeing no reaction from her orange haired kin, she strolled over to her before picking the small girl up and putting her into a princess carry.
“You see how strong I am? Well, your gonna have to be at least this strong if you’re gonna survive here. They don’t call us the suicide squad for nothing ya know! I’m the longest lasting of us, 3 whole months! Usually newbies don’t last more than one or two “missions”!” she expounded on the severity of their situation with an unusually happy attitude, unbefitting for their current situation.
Walking out of the door and into the main room that Chole had visited only once before, Evelynn strolled towards a new set of doors revealing another room which held ten beds, five on each side of the long chamber.
“This is our main room for sleeping! There are only ten beds cuz there has never been more than 10 members at a time in the stinger squadron!” she pridefully explained, as if she wanted Chloe to burst out in applause at how long she’d persevered in this hell hole.
Throwing Chloe onto one of the beds, a pile of various books on the human body, hand-to-hand combat and guns appeared next to her on a wooden bedside table.
“Those injuries ya got there don’t seem too deep, nor super duper recent. You should be fine to start doing some physical training. Whilst you are recovering from that, spend all your time reading. It’s the only way you’re gonna be able to see that special someone of yours!” she seriously instructed, breaking her past cheerful façade, before starting to exit the room.
A slim outreached hand tugged on her clothes as Chloe began to speak, “I’ve never done physical training before. Teach me.” she asked, her orange locks covering up her expression.
A large smile crept her way up onto Evelyn’s face, before she accepted on one condition, “Sure! What’s the name newbie? I’m sure you know, but mine’s Evelyn! Call me Eve!” she cheerfully enquired.
“Chloe. Chloe Barker.” she solemnly mumbled.
“Sounds familiar... an arsonist? No... that’s not it.... a terrorist? Not that either.... Ah! The murderer, right?” Evelyn enquired.
The small girl nodded her head in response, not at all ashamed by the lives she’d ended.
“Welcome to hell! One or two are rookie numbers! Hey, I guess that fits you doesn’t it!” she gleamed.
Grasping onto Chloe’s hand, the taller of the two spoke, “Wear’em and meet me outside. I’ll teach ya the ropes!” she pointed towards a new set of clothes hidden under her bed. They seemed to be a bit large for the girl.
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Rustling resounded out, due to tattered pages, from time to time as the small girl hastily absorbed the information within the texts allocated to her. It’d been a long time since she’d been able to sit down and enjoy a series of nice and informative books.
Training with the enthusiastic Evelyn had tired her to the core. She’d told Chloe that training was something she had routinely delved in before joining the squad. Apparently she had a friend called Nathan and that they’d been separated just like Y/n and herself had.
Four days had passed since her arrival, no one speaking to the girl except from Evelyn, who hung around the girl for most of the day. The rest of the people went on with their day, never communicating with the two, looking at one of them with disgust.
She’d came to learn a bit about the seven comrades that she’d fight with, and probably die with according to Evelyn. Their total population of seven, now eight, was made up with the majority being male.
The grey haired girl seemed to like to resolve things with violence over intellect. She’d frequently reminisced over how she’d obtained... certain things... from her partner using violence, talking about it in a bragging manor, obviously proud of her deeds.
Freddy, the large blonde man that had previously given her a very warm welcome, was quite the lonesome man. He spent most of his time training with weights, guns or martial arts, disdaining books at every chance.
The only other person she’d gotten to know a bit about was a bespectacled and similarly small girl named Natalie. Her eyes gleamed whenever she talked with Chloe, as if trying to find a way to make use of her newly found companion.
Focus drifting back towards the book that was currently held in her hands, she sighed at the contents within. Chloe was definitely not a picky person. Her upbringing hadn’t allowed for such a disruptive trait to be developed indeed. Reading was what she enjoyed, no matter the information withheld in the medium that she chose to read from.
However, that being said, she definitely would have rather read some biology books that were sitting beside her than the martial art text that she was currently indulging herself with. Various methods on how to end someone’s life in a proficient manor were of some interest to the girl, but were still very bloody and gloomy topics at the end of the day.
You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
The time was around 7~8pm, having already eaten for the day, Chloe was getting read to go to sleep after reading for a couple hours or so. Unfortunately for her, that plan would never be taken into fruition as Evelyn burst through the door, chalk full with guns and Kevlar galore.
“Chloe! We’ve been dealt a death sentence, let’s hop to it! You need to get changed and suited up, otherwise ya gonna die the first time you get shot!” she exclaimed, her emerald eyes wide open and lips tightly formed up into a firm line. Her usual cheerful demeanour now no-where to be found, replaced with a cold and authoritative one, firmly gripping onto something in the pocket of her jacket.
Shooting up from her relaxed position on her bed, she followed Evelyn as she walked out of the room, going through another series of doors before entering a room filled with silky black weapons of warm, bullet proof vests filling the wall in front of her.
Looking at a few of the weapons in front of her, she chose a handgun that had high accuracy and wouldn’t weigh as much as a heavier, faster firing gun to enable sharper movements.
Even so, the weight of the weapon slightly pulled her body to the floor, as if the gates of hell would suddenly appear below her and drag her down to where she truly belonged, the screaming of agony from her future victims synthesising in her mind, causing her to quickly holster it on the protective vest she now wore.
At this point in time she was quite familiar with this room and it’s weapons, due to Evelyn giving her a lesson or two on how to handle the destructive devices. One thing that Chloe firmly believed was that recoil was a bitch.
With her small stature and lack of muscles to hold the gun down, there was simply no way to get a second, accurate, shot in once she’d pulled down on the trigger. All or nothing.
Frantically running around the room in an attempt to gain everything that’d she though she would require, Chloe ran back to the common room to be included in the mission briefing.
In the middle of the room stood seven other people, Evelyn at the front of the group. Apparently It was the job of the longest surviving member to meet Epsilon to get the details and then they would tell the others about it.
Everyone present had a different expression upon their faces, ranging from slightly scared to indifferent, usually due to the differences in experience levels. According to previous missions, it was expected that at least a third of them would perish, with a mission occurring about every twenty days or so, a new person coming in every ten.
“Alright guys, that shit head Epsilon gave me the briefing so I’ll fill you guys in on the fucked up stuff he’s given us this time. Purple Palace once again, large factory filled with approximately 90--100 guards, no inside men, all heavily armed with 24/7 surveillance.” she solemnly explained.
“He wants us to act as a distraction for another team to go in and steal their product, then blow the whole place up. Worst case scenario we need to take around 13 of them for each one of us. Obviously there is no way the newbie is gonna down 13 of em, so one of us is gonna have to help them out. That’s why we’ll split into 4 groups of two, the most experienced with the least experienced of the bunch.” she ordered.
“100 of em? That’s fucking batshit crazy. I’d rather take my chances holding Epsilon hostage than doing that!” shouted Evan in response. “Not even the other two missions I’ve done were this bad!” he added, a disgusted expression dominating his countenance as he recalled the mass death that had occurred in those missions.
He wasn’t quite sure how he’d survived his first experience. Thankfully, he had a full ten days to prepare, but even so 60% of the squad died that day, most of whom were the more inexperienced members.
“Evan, shut your god damn filthy mouth. We’ve all thought that at one point or another. But just don’t. I’ve seen them try before, all their loved one’s were executed before them, tortured to death as an example. Just pull your weight as a senior.” Freddy barked, an infuriated expression upon his, usually indifferent, countenance.
Evan looked down towards the ground and grinded his foot on the floor, still unwilling.
“The factory ain’t too far off so we’ll be walking there in an hour’s time when night falls. Hopefully that’ll make it a bit easier on us to make a large distraction. The main plan is for us to explode the entrance of the factory, resulting in the bulk of their forces to come fight us. We will have to either kill them all or disable them from going back to protect their products against the collection squadron.” Evelyn continued.
The rest of the faces that had not been fearful of what was to come had been replaced with slight frowns or teeth biting lips as they nervously shuffled about.
“That’s all. Let’s try to minimise the casualties people!” she added
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A familiar, loud and obnoxious noise rang out from the ceiling disrupting Y/n from his slumber. A few days had passed from when he’d first been thrown into his cell, all of his new comrades quite receptive towards his sudden arrival.
His daily routine consisted of the same drab things, wake up, breakfast, work, lunch, work, dinner, sleep and repeat. The only moments of respite were when Y/n was able to talk with his comrades whilst eating or working.
Memories that Y/n and Chloe had made together frequently were replayed within his mind whilst he worked. Hopefully the girl wasn’t engaging in anything dangerous, the last thing he’d want was to find out that she was dead.
One person he was introduced to on the second day was a very tall and timid girl with long white hair and ocean blue eyes. Putting it simply, she was a silent beauty that paralleled her cold and frightened behaviour.
It seemed as though this experience was the first in a long time, being around other people, for the girl. From what the others had extracted from the white haired woman, she had been brought here directly after Nathan and had lived with another person for most of her life.
Although, Y/n questioned the reality that she really ‘lived’ with that person, as from what he had heard, it sounded more like living in captivity.
According to his new friend, Ashley, random people were taken from their group to go somewhere else. Y/n nor anyone in the group knew why it happened, but anything was probably better than living like they were as of current, right?
After meeting the group and chatting for a few hours, whilst working under the supervision of various armed guards, Y/n grabbed his lunch and quickly sped over to the table where they all usually ate.
Nathan was shyly sitting next to Thomas and the tanned, well built, brunette who Y/n learnt was called Alice. Sophie, the tall white haired girl, was sitting next to Ella, the bespectacled girl who’d convinced Isaac not to hurt him, both of them silently eating their food.
The table was round in shape, facilitating enough sitting space to hold ten or so people. Y/n sat down to Ashely, who had been chatting to Alice, in a hushed voice, about ways to escape.
This was a topic which frequented the group, after all, who wanted to wait until they get taken away to another unknown location. For all they knew, death could be the only thing waiting for them on the other side.
“So, any more ideas? We know that the exit is opposite the entrance to our cells, is constantly guarded by two lightly armed gangsters. If we could just distract one or both of them into letting their guard down, Alice or Thomas could wrestle the guns out of their grips.” she sighed.
Ashley ruffled her hair in annoyance as she thought of various methods.
“Have you guys fully attempted to escape yet?” Y/n enquired, a confused expression upon his countenance. He didn’t expect them to be this open about it.
“Not yet, we’ve been waiting for our numbers to grow! I think eight is enough, right? Escaping is our main mission since being confined here.
The usually quite Nathan opened his mouth to speak, “Actually I don’t....” he paused, thinking before continuing, “No. Never mind.”