Prowling (Open)

[Avice Locke]

her grip fell and she was set down... her knees and back just did not support her as she fell slamming the ground. Trying to keep her eyes open she saw a girl one small and thin little thing. He answered to her so she had to be something... She'd barely be able to put words together. The package still in a bag wrapping the antique desk clock and a note telling the younger sister about how the older sister was and apologizing that she had to break her promise that she'd be back by her birthday. Cute family stuff Avice was just paid to take care of with the instructions of absolute discretion and taking absolute care of the old and fragile thing. Both of which was a bloody fail... at least she hoped the clock wasn't broken. Maybe it wasn't so bad to admit she thought it was a cute gesture at this point.

Her eyes fluttered shut. /Avice K.O.

[Emily Suddenfield]

"Check her bag."

She would open up her hoodie, zipping it down and reaching inside for a syringe. Bringing it out, she'd jam it into Avices neck. The effect would be two fold- She'd be put to a deeper sleep, and her blood would slow incredibly at the bounds, making sure she didn't go from blood loss. She'd then lift Avice up, carrying her in her arms and turning back to Blake.

"You will return to operations and give your report to the supervisor. Take the backpack and it's contents with you."

She'd rocket off, her speed making her body a blur as the young woman could run nearly as fast as one of the all terrain vehicles they brought here. She had to get this one to the medic, and there was no time to wait.

/Em + Avice Exit