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Viktoriya sat on the roof, her eyes closed. She was concentrating, building up her strength by absorbing the energy around her. When she opened her eyes, a small icon popped up on her operative helmet, showing a security camera's pov of the man she was to take out.
He was talking very business like with three men on the roof of another building. He was older, probably in his early fifties, with a large three peice suit covering his fat body. They were laughing about something, what Vi didn't seem to care.
The other men who were with him took their leave, and then her target was all alone. He stared out at the skyline, and though he didn't seem like the person who sold drugs, Vi new better. She'd been a GhostWalker too long.
Glancing at her rifle, which lay beside her, she raised her arm and the gun began to float into the air. She moved it so that the gun was position in a place without skyscrapers, and she'd wipped the gun and the bullets in it.
It would be untraceable, and no one would know where the killer came from.
With total concentration, Vi made the gun's trigger go off, and the security camera icon on her helmet screen showed the drug dealer going down.
She stayed motionless for a moment, then sighed, lowering the rifle.
There was a buzzing in her ears like that of a phone, and mentally, she picked up.
On screen, the picture of an elderly man in full military regalia came on, and her lips twitched in a smile.
It was Lt. Meghdad.
"pri`vet." she said.
"Viktoriya. Mission status."
"Mission successful, sir." returned in her thick russian accent.
"Good. Return to base. You will be working with another Walker for your next mission. I wish you too meet him before you two head out."
"Aye, sir. dosvi`daniya." Vi saluted, and the video of Meghdad disappeared.
Viktoriya let out anothe sigh and removed her helmet, shaking her hair out of it's long braid. Getting up and slinging her rifle around her shoulder, she closed her eyes and consentrated, lifting herself into the air. Her black outfit hid her in the night, so she would not have to resort to her more difficult power of glamoring her body to look like a bird.
Rising into the air, she headed off towards the Ghost Walker base.

Lt. Meghdad was across the table form Shingo. He had his hands folded over his chest, a blank but rather bored expression on his face. Suddenly, a tap came from the the white glass door and in walked Viktoriya, still in her operative gear. She stood at attention, salute, never looking at Shingo.
"Sorry for the wait sir." she said with a strict military tone.
T. Meghdad salute back.
"At ease, Vi."
Instantly, Vi relaxed at set her helmet, rifle, and back daggers on the table. It was only then that she looked to Shingo. She gave a weak smile his way and a head nod before turning her attention back the Meghdad.
He slid a manilla folder her way and she poped it open.
It was shingo's record.
"Captain Konstantin, you will be partnering up with Private Nanami from here on until further notice. I just slid you the record so read through them."
And by golly, she was, degreely impressed. He held SharpShooter rank, was impressively skilled with hand to hand combat, even for a GhostWalker. But what interested her the most was his powers of Pyrokenetics. But this wasn't what she really need to know.
"I think, sir, I should know the mission in hand before I pass judgement on Private Nanami here." she said with a little glance his way.
Meghdad smiled at her, pleased at her answer.
"Excellent question, Vi." and he rose from his seat.
"Your next mission will be in Nigeria. You're mission is to search and take out this man."
He slid the mug shot of a man in his late forties that looked like he hated the world.
"Felix Fagasi. He's a black market slave trader. You are to take him and his subordinates out and free any slaves in his residence. You are also to tap into his mechanics and find any lead you can on customers."
Half listening, Vi was flipping through Shingo's disiplinary record.
"Lack of Responsibility." she said, raising an eyebrow. "Has a tendence not to look before he leaps."
With that, her vision swiveled his way, and she gave him an exhausted look. "Anything you'd like to say about that, Private?"

Vi stared at him for some time, one eyebrow raised, before sighing heavily and glancing with a 'help me' look towards Meghdad. "Antics like dat, sir, can get him killed. I can get the target on my own. I was breed for assasination anyway."
The old man shook his head. "No, Captain. You two are teaming up for this. This is already been approved way above me and I've got no say in this. Big Brother does."
Big Brother, refering to the head of the GhostWalker's division. No one knew who this man was or what he looked like. They just knew that he was running the buisness.
Vi sighed again. She wanted to protest and her temper was bubbling to the surface, but she surpassed it.
"Is the private already uniformed?" she said, not meeting Shingo in the eye. Meghdad nodded. "Aye. His stuff is in the Operative's quarters." and pushed a large envelope towards her.
"See to it that he's outfitted and ready in 5 minutes." He stood and saluted. Vi stood and saluted back, not lossing posture until he was out the door.
When she relaxed, she looked to Shingo blankly. "Come with me, Private."
And with that, she exited the breifing room, remembering to grab her helmet before she left.
They headed down a long hall with various rooms and corridors, all white glassed so you couldn't see in. As they walked, Vi opened the envelope to discover a large device with a needle a thick needle and a trigger like that of a gun.
"Try to relax." she said, and with outwarning, she spun around quickly, stuck the needle in Shingo's arm, and pulled the trigger before continuing to walk, placing the machine back in the envelope.
"What I just stuck you with is an RFID, a Radio Frequency Identification Device. Think of it as a virtual dog tag. It works as a way of identification through all means. We can check your vitals, your location, and such with it. All GhostWalkers have them."

In a moment they were in the Operative's quarters. It was a large square room with several vertical shelves, an the back of which were the names of their owners. Captains were in red, generals in blue, with Privates in white. Some of the shelves were empty, while others, like General Garter, had their black operative outfit hanging in them.
In left corner in white letters was the name 'Nanami', and there hung his black attire.
"Change quickly. There are no rooms for this, so I'll just turn around." she said, rummaging through the envelope again until she found the Mission outline.
"We will be flying out of here via Foxplane, and will fly down to the target's ressidence. We are to take out the man and all of his other subbordinates."
After a moment, she then said, "I suggest you take out the subordinates while I take out Fagasi. If you can cause a distraction, I'll be able to take him out will most of the guards are distracted."
She turned her head slightly, but didn't see him entirely. "Do you need some help getting the thing on?"

"Trust me, you need the helmet. It focuses and helps makes our powers stronger. Plus if your not wearing it and something goes wrong, how will you contact me?"

Vi quickly caught up with him, using a small burst of power to help her move twice as fast. She stopped him in his tracts and put her hand up, focusing energy to the tips of her fingers so that they glowed slightly. "Do not test me, Private. I would feel not sympathy or guilt for killing you. And should you be killed, either by my hand here, or in the future, you will have no funeral. You will not be remembered. Your bones will be burned and all files and records of you will be destroyed. You will be erased from the history books, let alone the obituary pages." There was an aftertaste of sadness in her voice that she did her best to hide, but it was a failing notion. She'd seen many good Walkers killed in the name of Ameria and the Ghost Walker Creed. She herself had executed her own Walkers in the name of order.
Vi lowered her hand and the glowing stopped. And in a quiet, almost unheard of voice, she said "This is our life, weither you wished it or not. No one but the other Ghost Walker's will remember you, and we do not morn a passing outloud, only in our heads, the last free place we have left. That's all we have."
Her face became seren for a second, and then cold again, "We are GhostWalkers, and we are soldiers. We are not human, Private. Remember that. And remember that we follow orders. That's all we're good for. All we live for."
With birsk arruptness, she shoved his helmet into his hands. "You're wearing the damn Helmet." she spat, and turned on her heels down the hall, strapping her own helmet on and walking to the hanger where the Foxplane was waiting for them, jets humming in anticipation.