Post by Vienne Sheppard on Dec 30, 2015 13:30:47 GMT 2
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It was rather early in the morning and there was a a rather silent atmosphere ruling over the warehouse. Was it what? Six o'clock in the morning? It was still dark that was for sure, and in winter the sun doesn't get up until around 9 am. There was a smoking car in the back of the warehouse, creating an interesting wave of heat and creating perhaps what was the only 'big' sound around. Vienne wasn't supposed to be there. It wasn't like she wasn't allowed here, but more like usually she worked at her own place. But this time was different for many reasons. One of which was that she was working on a bomb prototype. Bomb prototypes were just how they sounded: Dangerous and hazardous. Vienne was sitting inside the car, curled up with a nice winter coat on, half asleep and fiddling with wires under the car's wheel. She had moved the driver's seat as far away from the wheel as she could without having to completely remove it. She rested her feet on the seat, a torch light stuck between her teeth as she worked on the wiring.
Obviously, the woman had been working on all of this for a while. Changing the wiring, sticking explosives in the engine, making sure there was the exact right amount to only ignite the fuel inside so only the car blows up and not its surrounding. It was supposed to be a distraction explosive, to hurt only the target and no one else. Vienne didn't usually like those types of things, even when everyone tried to convince her that the target was threatening their 'family' and that he truly deserved what was coming to him. But she usually complied to doing those jobs, because if she didn't do it, who knew what moron will get the job and blow everything up like some megalomaniac.
Vienne paused, looking at the wires and taking the light torch out of her mouth. She was feeling like she forgot something, something rather important but she couldn't remember what. There was some music playing in the car, keeping her awake instead of making her sleep. Also a lot of coffee had been used to get this far. She knew that if she fucked up something then it was most likely everything will have to be restarted, with a new car because there will be no old one to use anyway.
Accidents Happen
And so do I
And so do I
It was rather early in the morning and there was a a rather silent atmosphere ruling over the warehouse. Was it what? Six o'clock in the morning? It was still dark that was for sure, and in winter the sun doesn't get up until around 9 am. There was a smoking car in the back of the warehouse, creating an interesting wave of heat and creating perhaps what was the only 'big' sound around. Vienne wasn't supposed to be there. It wasn't like she wasn't allowed here, but more like usually she worked at her own place. But this time was different for many reasons. One of which was that she was working on a bomb prototype. Bomb prototypes were just how they sounded: Dangerous and hazardous. Vienne was sitting inside the car, curled up with a nice winter coat on, half asleep and fiddling with wires under the car's wheel. She had moved the driver's seat as far away from the wheel as she could without having to completely remove it. She rested her feet on the seat, a torch light stuck between her teeth as she worked on the wiring.
Obviously, the woman had been working on all of this for a while. Changing the wiring, sticking explosives in the engine, making sure there was the exact right amount to only ignite the fuel inside so only the car blows up and not its surrounding. It was supposed to be a distraction explosive, to hurt only the target and no one else. Vienne didn't usually like those types of things, even when everyone tried to convince her that the target was threatening their 'family' and that he truly deserved what was coming to him. But she usually complied to doing those jobs, because if she didn't do it, who knew what moron will get the job and blow everything up like some megalomaniac.
Vienne paused, looking at the wires and taking the light torch out of her mouth. She was feeling like she forgot something, something rather important but she couldn't remember what. There was some music playing in the car, keeping her awake instead of making her sleep. Also a lot of coffee had been used to get this far. She knew that if she fucked up something then it was most likely everything will have to be restarted, with a new car because there will be no old one to use anyway.
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