Assassin Shield, Inc. - Protective Services - Literate RP

[Dune Revedouard]

Dune emerged from the closet in his office in full battle garb. He felt the need to prepare for combat based on the presumption that the person who hacked their computer system was an enemy with more in mind than this technical-systems foreplay. He wore a light filter face mask, kevlar-encased-liquid body armor, half-sleeved high intensity fiber undershirt, and leggings of the same durable material, which could easily prevent blade wounds, and steel toed combat boots.

Dune walked to his desk, plucking the knife from where he had stabbed it into the wood, and sheathing it at the back of his belt. He opened the left hand drawer of his desk and retrieved two high velocity magnetic six shooters, holstering them on either side of his belt. He reached underneath his desk to retrieve his suitcase, which he carried with him through the corridors of the second floor and to the elevator. He stepped inside, and hit the lobby button.

[Summer16]

A young woman walked into the offices. She had been told that if she wanted protection, she should come here. And she needed it. She had destroyed too many people with her ways. And the crime boss wasn't happy. She had stolen too much to stay alive. And so she would pay for protection. But she wouldn't talk to anyone but the boss. She needed protection, needed help. She shivered a little as she pulled her hood down. An attempt on her life had already happened twice. But she had gotten away. Only barely. And she didn't want it to happen again. But SHIELD was legendary. They would protect her. She knew it.