Playing the High Stakes Game. Worship the Tool not the Player

Unknown, no name, just a number. Register for this competition and you can walk away a wealthy young woman, relatively speaking. 

4 years service gets you enough for a nice apartment in a nice city with some savings to boot. Two 4 year contracts gets you double that. 

This young lady was planning on two, sacrifice a good hunk of her 20s for a life of leisure in her 30s, 40s and 50s. 

Getting knee deep in her thigh highs into some skirms has her second guessing that plan.

Watching a good few of her fellow Black Faction Corps employees go down with a grunt, moan and or scream to zero fanfair from the company, or anyone else.....including her makes her think hard about the potential. The "what ifs"?

Getting stopped by some high velocity BDR rounds might be the best way, getting scooped by an Azologoth or sucked into liquid earth another. The helpless look on another units face as she frantically took off her belt and pack before she went down was a little disconcerting. The squad leader yelling at her to leave her mask on when she went to take it off was a little more. Just makesure she is company property until the end. 

I suppose why should company property go down with me if I was stupid enough to fall into liquid earth. It shouldnt go to waste like me. That though concerns her. 

But when that magical day came, two and a half years in, 6 skirms later (she was at a quiet sector) she nailed her first enemy unit. 

A fast paced 8 minutes had CPD units trying to storm their position. After the Neon Dark Shipment they just secured, they were at the ready. New configuration CPD units are throwing themselves away, must be a new command structure. 

Either way, it wasnt until rounds from her SBR found flesh that she realised the power she had in her hands. Squeezing the trigger, watching the pellet travel away so fast with a puff of white powder on the red clad body and a thud, she could help but keep squeezing.

If she had contained her excitement she may have got the other one too coming in behind her. But her Black Faction squad member to her right got that one. The satisfaction of the noises on the body and the victims acknowledgement in moaning and groaning, Flopping to the ground and thats it. 

The SBR's are handed out at random, no one combat unit keeps their own. But each SBR she stares at, visualising that CPD unit going down. 

To this she thinks "I dont want to leave, I want to die here"