I've been stuck with [ Aislinn McCallan ]
But most just call me [ Biddy ]
The doctor raised the young woman's arm, her upper torso completely bare to expose the heavily bruised area. His fingers gently prodded the area, feeling and seeing her muscles tighten underneath the pale surface. "You're lucky, Aislinn. Any harder and they would have broken and caved in to your lung." He said in a soft voice, the large room empty other than the two. Aislinn didn't say a word, just stared at the wall across from them. There was a spot, a black spot on the otherwise smooth, white surface. It made her itch in the way that just stays just inside the top layer of the skin. The kind that irritated you more than anything. The doctor was talking again. She knew his name, Doctor Edmund Russo. He was one of the leading in his field and what the Dean considered one of the best in the world. Her mind focused in near the end of his rant. "-which would keep you here for at least three weeks to heal. Or they would make you take the treatment and-" "So I can return to the field." The doctor looked her in the eye, the soft chocolate color almost distracting. Not only was he a good doctor, and caring of every single patient he took in, but he was handsome to a degree. Just by looking at him you would assume he was only about thirty, maybe thirty one. But Aislinn had looked at his file and knew him to be forty five. She knew he had a family in a quaint suburb that he never got to visit because of his job here, and she knew that he was only here to keep that family alive. He was pro-choice and had been threatened over and over because of it. Many attempts had been made on his life, and then when they moved in on his wife and three young children, the Dean approached him. He offered protection for his family. All that was required was his faked death. The silence ended as the doctor turned away and moved over to the report.
"Biddy," he said, his voice filled with worry. He was doing it again. Acting like he was concerned about her. Was it an act? She had to think about that later. "Do you realize how your last mission could have ended? You could have died." He turned around, left hand moving to his pants pocket. He looked her in the eye once more. She knew he was trying to figure her out. Like a puzzle on the verge of being cracked open. "I want you to go through the mission again. Give me every detail you remember." She looked down and to the side, gritting her teeth as she started at the beginning in her mind. Then she spoke out loud when she was ready. "The target was Jonathan Arroyo. He is... was the son of Marco Arroyo, head of Sublime. That company that designs programs for desires. Mostly luxury. But his son was causing issues for the father, who had ordered the hit." She noticed Russo's eyes widen. The thought of a father killing his son without getting the blood on his own hands, she imagined, was the issue. Or the fact that the man would want his son dead at all. She continued in to the story, explaining what happened. They had gone to the main building and entered through the roof, having sent a wire down from the next building over. It was her and two others, completing a simple three team assault. They moved through the office and down two levels, using the stairs and sticking to the walls. As they entered the man's private office they saw him with a woman. Laughing, drinking. Generally having a good time. Aislinn had told the team to stay outside. Even though she was dressed for combat, her usual tight fitting suit made of flexible Kevlar, the slip of a zipper made her look just sexy enough to be able to approach without any issues. Well, the pistol on her hip fixed that. But with a quick slip in to their minds she solved that easily. No pistol, no fear. She licked her lips and approached. She didn't know about the guards at the doors, the two large men approaching her as soon as they saw the guns. Her right forearm had been grabbed, tugged towards the larger man. She whistled and the two others entered, aiming for the target, the woman and the remaining guard.
He twisted the arm he grabbed behind her, the other hand moving to the back of her neck. She growled and flicked her left wrist, a lighter flaring to life. She dropped it to the ground and the fire moved from the tip of the lighter to the palm of her hand. It expanded, forming multiple orbs and launching back at the man holding her. She didn't aim for anything in particular but knew it had found one when he cried out and let her go. She turned around to see his left hand coming for her body. She deflected but still felt the power behind the punch. Strong man, she thought at the time. But as soon as she felt the power against her flesh, it soaked in to the muscles like her body was trying to take in vitamins from the sun. It traveled through her core to her right arm, soaking once more in to the muscles to improve her already improved strength. She let her hand ball in to the fist and force itself up in to the man's jaw. He stumbled as he had clearly not been expecting that much power from the five-foot-five young woman, but soon retaliated with the removal of a gun from inside his suit jacket. Aislinn was quicker. Her hand crossed over her abdomen, flicking the holster open and allowing her hand to release the safety and then tilting the gun up towards the man. Her finger squeezed the trigger, twisting the bullet to curve towards his skull. He crumpled to the ground. Her mind opened up again and noticed the screaming of the woman with Jonathan. She glared, pointing the gun at them both. The other guard was now on the ground, his fingertips twitching slightly as he died. The other two flanked her, dropping down to their knees and aiming at the two as she was doing. Jonathan covered the woman's mouth and then held a hand up to the others, his eyes wide. He was scared, terrified. Aislinn lowered her gun and moved closer while her free hand pulled the zipper to her throat.
"Now that I have your attention, Arroyo, we can move on." She raised the gun again, allowing her arm to straighten and force a second bullet from the chamber. The woman's head rocked back, crumpled, and fell to the floor. Jonathan looked at her and then back to the three in front of him. He was about to open his mouth when she shook her head. "I never said you could start again." She said before the third and final bullet left her weapon. He fell back against his chair. It almost fell backwards, but then straightened and spun slightly to the windows facing his left.
Aislinn looked to Russo again, blinking as he absorbed the story. She didn't flinch when telling the story, but it was clear he was not happy about this member of Weapons of Fate's memory of it. Clear, crystal clear, taking in every detail she could think of. She slid off of the table, grabbing her plain white button up shirt and black suit jacket. The red tie lay on the table, crumpled slightly due to the doctor's urgency to check her wounds. She moved her arm to look down at it. Against her near flawless skin it was dark and easily spotted, about the size of three of her own fists. She tugged the shirt on, buttoned it, and then pulled the jacket on. She draped the tie around her neck before making her way to the door. Russo stopped her, forcing the door closed and shoving a small orange container in to her hand.
"Take one at every meal. It'll help reduce swelling and discomfort. And please take it easy, Biddy." He walked away from her, allowing her to leave. She paused for a moment to think about it. He was angry. Why? Was it because she didn't care anymore? This thought led her to more. She pushed the door open and walked out and down the hallway, allowing her mind to wander. She had some time off today, to recuperate and then train before the final briefing. Her teeth started chewing at her lip, and her eyes focused on the ground. She took out her lighter, staring at the symbol on the front. The P overlapped the C at the bottom of the letter, each letter having a different characteristic to show how they were hand carved. She forced it back in to her pocket and moved on down the hall, her bright blue eyes looking to everything, taking it all in. She looked at the watch on her wrist, turning her arm over to see it on the underside and noting that classes would be getting out shortly.
Biddy #45989c; enhanced stamina and strength manipulate the human mind to see either their greatest desires or their worst fears. absorb the power behind an attack and reflect it back against her opponent. She can also manipulate fire, can manipulate not just the amount but also the intensity of the fire.
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