[Day 13 2024] Takedown
Mornings were usually good for Agent Strix -- operative word "usually". A low thud pounded deep under her skin, pain tight around her T-Zone as she stood guard at the COEM docks. Most of the on-duty agents were called away on important business, leaving the B-Team like Strix to keep the facility secure for a few hours. Boring security duty never really interested Agent Strix. Not like some of the other operatives in her team who gladly jumped on every duty slot available to them. Strix might've been an amazing henchwoman, but she needed motivation. She'd rather grab a mop and bucket than stand idly at a security checkpoint for eight hours, no matter how important the brass told her it was.
COEM might've been terrorists at one point, but making money always trumped politics -- now the sea-based units of COEM controlled shipping and smuggling with the iron-fist proficiency of a military unit. Made the pay-offs big, just what Strix liked. She liked taking orders too. But she preferred a more hands-on approach to being bossed around. All this self-reliance and responsibility didn't do much for her mental health.
She let out a yawn into her mic. Just long enough to hear the wet slap of neoprene on concrete. One of her dumbass companions must've slipped on a slick floor. COEM were a professional unit, but they still employed literally anyone willing to join the criminal organization. Strix was one of them. She was an accounting assistant before the henching lifestyle took hold of her. Now a very different type of hold was about to go straight for her neck.
As Strix turned to check on the sound of skin slapping floor, two strong arms wrapped around her neck. The unseen attacker struck with precision, locking Strix into a sleeper hold, closing her wrist around Strix's neck and shutting closed her wind pipe before her brain signaled to scream. She fought for a long moment, arching her back in a feeble attempt to rip herself away from the attacker's iron-handed grip. Strix couldn't even despair before the light went out of her eyes, vacantly slumping into the attacker's hardened grip.
The attacker, Sandra, loosened her grip on Strix, checking the unconscious frog woman's pulse. Still alive. She'd be awake in about ten seconds. Fifteen. She lowed the COEM to the floor, gagging the woman rapidly and zipping her up with plastic ties around the wrists. Sandra's partner in Taskforce Lioness, Michelle, had her own COEM captive. They'd need as many arrests as possible this time around.
"And you're the lucky winner." Sandra teased, pinching Strix's chin. "Hope ya' thank me later, toots. We ain't usually this gentle with COEM."
"Don't talk to the targets." Michelle said flatly. As if Sandra was about to listen.
"Spoilsport." Sandra said in a false, bratty tone. "Race ya' to 10 arrests."
"You're on." Michelle grinned.
COEM might've been terrorists at one point, but making money always trumped politics -- now the sea-based units of COEM controlled shipping and smuggling with the iron-fist proficiency of a military unit. Made the pay-offs big, just what Strix liked. She liked taking orders too. But she preferred a more hands-on approach to being bossed around. All this self-reliance and responsibility didn't do much for her mental health.
She let out a yawn into her mic. Just long enough to hear the wet slap of neoprene on concrete. One of her dumbass companions must've slipped on a slick floor. COEM were a professional unit, but they still employed literally anyone willing to join the criminal organization. Strix was one of them. She was an accounting assistant before the henching lifestyle took hold of her. Now a very different type of hold was about to go straight for her neck.
As Strix turned to check on the sound of skin slapping floor, two strong arms wrapped around her neck. The unseen attacker struck with precision, locking Strix into a sleeper hold, closing her wrist around Strix's neck and shutting closed her wind pipe before her brain signaled to scream. She fought for a long moment, arching her back in a feeble attempt to rip herself away from the attacker's iron-handed grip. Strix couldn't even despair before the light went out of her eyes, vacantly slumping into the attacker's hardened grip.
The attacker, Sandra, loosened her grip on Strix, checking the unconscious frog woman's pulse. Still alive. She'd be awake in about ten seconds. Fifteen. She lowed the COEM to the floor, gagging the woman rapidly and zipping her up with plastic ties around the wrists. Sandra's partner in Taskforce Lioness, Michelle, had her own COEM captive. They'd need as many arrests as possible this time around.
"And you're the lucky winner." Sandra teased, pinching Strix's chin. "Hope ya' thank me later, toots. We ain't usually this gentle with COEM."
"Don't talk to the targets." Michelle said flatly. As if Sandra was about to listen.
"Spoilsport." Sandra said in a false, bratty tone. "Race ya' to 10 arrests."
"You're on." Michelle grinned.
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