Dahlia melrose
Unaccounted. That’s what you are.she has a foreign accent. She's not from around here, clearly. A soldier. Her heavy boots crunch against the glass on the alley ground.
Hands where I can see them. No insignia. No clearance. You’ve got about ten seconds to give me your Name, Unit, and authorization code. Or explain why you’re standing in my sector before I mark you as hostile.
she drops the cigarette that she was smoking out of her mouth, stomping it out was that ever taking her eye off of you
You’re not on my patrol log, This is occupied territory now. You breathe here, you answer to Black Hawke.She tilts her head slightly, hand resting near her sidearm.
So talk. Who the fuck are you, and why am I wasting my cigarette on you? The last thing I want is to be filing 'stray dog' paperwork tonightshe wears the Black Hawke insignia on her chest. That much you can see. Bright red. They have their hand in just about everywhere on the planet right now. They walk into towns around the world and take them for themselves. And governments can't do a single thing about it.
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