Rallo Ciocan -- RESTORED

A solo stealth hit, that’s all it’s suppose to be. Hell, that’s what Rallo’s whole gig was, working alone and creeping in the shadows like some predator ready to pounce at a moments notice. But not all things are sunshine and lollipops, her supervisor put Rallo in charge of the new recruit like she was the neighborhood babysitter. She hated training new recruits, half of the time LUNAR never even put the so called ‘mercs’ through proper training so it was always up to her to make sure the new squeaky clean toy soldiers didn’t tear themself to bits…yet.

"Those ticăloși wouldn’t know proper gun safety if the barrels of their assault rifles were shoved up their asses."

The sounds of soldiers and mercs alike walking to and fro from room to room filled the LUNAR base as Rallo packed her bags getting ready for the mission. She silently hoped the new recruit would have simply forgotten about the mission, or better yet have quit or got torn apart by another merc. Rallo’s brown wolf ear twitched at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the room, the continued buzz of commotion from the other mercs a strangely comforting background noise as Rallo looked up and cussed inwardly to herself.

”fucking hell, I guess I really am on babysitting duty.”

Rallo put the pistol cartridge she was holding into her backpack as she half placed both hands on the table in front of her, the new recruit on the other side of the small wooden table. Her soft Romanian accent had a cold edge to it that did little to hide Rallo’s annoyance at the situation.

“The new recruit, right?”

A solo stealth hit. That was all it was supposed to be. Infiltrate. Eliminate the target. Get out. Simple.

Hell, that was Rallo’s whole damn specialty. She worked alone, moved through the shadows like a predator stalking prey, and preferred it that way. No partners to slow her down. No rookies asking stupid questions. No loudmouth mercs fumbling around and nearly getting themselves killed before the mission even started.

Unfortunately, LUNAR had other ideas.

Some genius in her chain of command had decided that Rallo needed a little extra responsibility. Apparently, she was now in charge of the new recruit. Just like that, the woman who could slip into an enemy compound without making a sound had somehow been promoted to neighborhood babysitter.

Rallo hated training recruits.

It wasn't that she minded teaching. She minded teaching people who had no business being handed a loaded weapon in the first place. LUNAR had a nasty habit of calling people "mercenaries" after giving them a uniform, a gun, and approximately five minutes of instruction. The rest was apparently supposed to be learned through experience. Usually, that experience involved Rallo dragging their asses out of trouble.

Those ticăloși wouldn’t know proper gun safety if the barrels of their assault rifles were shoved up their asses.

The Romanian mutter disappeared beneath the constant din of the LUNAR base. Boots echoed through the halls. Doors opened and slammed shut. Soldiers barked orders to one another while mercenaries wandered between rooms, checking weapons, gathering equipment, and preparing for their own assignments. The entire place hummed with controlled chaos.

Oddly enough, Rallo found the noise comforting. She stood beside a small wooden table, methodically packing her equipment into her bag. Ammunition. Spare magazines. Medical supplies. A few tools she trusted more than most people. Everything had its place. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could leave.

And maybe—just maybe—the new recruit would conveniently forget about the mission. Perhaps they'd gotten cold feet. Perhaps they'd quit. Hell, perhaps another merc had already scared them half to death.

Rallo wasn't picky.

She reached for another pistol cartridge. Then came the footsteps. Heavy. Getting closer. Rallo's brown wolf ear twitched. She slowly stopped what she was doing. The footsteps came to a halt just outside the room. Rallo closed her eyes for a moment. Of course.

She already knew.

Fucking hell. I guess I really am on babysitting duty.

With a quiet sigh, Rallo slipped the cartridge into her backpack and zipped it shut. She placed both hands against the edge of the table and looked across it. There they were.

The new recruit.

Rallo stared at them for a long moment, her expression somewhere between irritation and exhaustion. Her soft Romanian accent carried a noticeably colder edge as she finally spoke.

The new recruit, right?

The mission had gone to shit.

Rallo had been outside the LUNAR perimeter for less than an hour when the ambush happened. One moment, she was moving quietly through the forest, keeping low beneath the trees and following the route she'd memorized beforehand. The next, she realized she wasn't alone.

BLOODHOUND.

She'd heard the name before. Everyone in LUNAR had. After all, BLOODHOUND is enemy #1. Rallo has killed many before, but Rallo hadn't expected to run into one of their leaders personally.

She'd managed to avoid being restrained, disarmed, or dragged anywhere. Whether that was because BLOODHOUND wanted her alive, because they were curious, or because they simply hadn't decided what to do with her yet, Rallo couldn't tell.

Either way, she wasn't going to complain.

Her hands remained at her sides as she stood in the clearing, surrounded by the unmistakable presence of BLOODHOUND personnel. Her backpack hung from one shoulder, though she'd already noticed the weight of her equipment was considerably less than it should've been. They'd searched her. Of course they had. Rallo's brown wolf ears shifted as she studied the people around her. Her eyes eventually settled on the person standing ahead of the others.

The leader. That explained why nobody had shot her yet. Rallo exhaled slowly through her nose, her expression remaining remarkably calm despite the circumstances. She wasn't stupid enough to make a sudden move, but she wasn't going to start begging either.

Well... Her soft Romanian accent carried through the quiet clearing. This is awkward.

Rallo glanced briefly toward the surrounding BLOODHOUND personnel before looking back at their leader. I suppose congratulations are in order. You caught me.

There was no fear in her voice. Irritation, certainly. A little sarcasm, definitely. But fear? Not yet. She tilted her head slightly, her wolf ears following the movement.

So what now? Rallo's eyes narrowed just a fraction. You going to interrogate me? She paused. Try to convince me to join your little organization? A faint, humorless smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. Or are you just curious what kind of idiot walks into enemy territory alone?

Custom Scenario.