- Messages
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- Points
- 3
The chair was cool to the touch…the restraints, tight around the wrists. Four high ranking government officials stood around the government operative like a caged animal. One government official took four steps forward. Based on the sound emitted from his weapon, he had four bullets in his concealed weapon, and one knife concealed in his pants leg. Amongst the remaining government operatives, they had at least 10 bullets among them, three concealed knives, and a concealed stun gun. The government operative was aware of the elevated heartrate and stress related perspiration in the room, with two operative’s fingers resting on the trigger of their weapon. Their mission was to contain the weapon.
“Your past is a liability”, the official said. “Your friends, your family, even your name…they are nothing but a weakness. Nothing will prevent you from your one, singular purpose. You will serve and protect this nation from its enemies and annihilate anyone who stands in your way.
“You are Cassidy Kane.”
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0500 hours
Cassidy was nudged awake from the memory by her service dog, a German Shepherd named Rambo. As Rambo rested his head next to hers, she passively pet Rambo and got up from her sleeping cot. She needed to maintain her morning routine.
The time would come, and an opponent would be presented to her. And when that time came, she would be ready.
“Your past is a liability”, the official said. “Your friends, your family, even your name…they are nothing but a weakness. Nothing will prevent you from your one, singular purpose. You will serve and protect this nation from its enemies and annihilate anyone who stands in your way.
“You are Cassidy Kane.”
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0500 hours
Cassidy was nudged awake from the memory by her service dog, a German Shepherd named Rambo. As Rambo rested his head next to hers, she passively pet Rambo and got up from her sleeping cot. She needed to maintain her morning routine.
- Take Rambo for a walk
- Complete fitness and weight training
- Take a shower and get dressed for the day
- Eat breakfast
- Gather intel for an upcoming mission
The time would come, and an opponent would be presented to her. And when that time came, she would be ready.