Hell is empty

[well_assembled]

Who: Natasha Romanoff The Black Widow and whoever is unlucky enough to get in her way.
What: Natasha's switch has been flipped and she's a little insane killer now determined to kill everyone and try to do as much damage as possible.
When: Night two into day three on the Event Horizon.
Where: Various locations around the Event Horizon
Rating: R, there will be blood, death, swearing..all the usual stuff.



Black Widow had been engaged, the long sleeping operative waked for this final assignment. The fact that it would lead to her own termination was of no consequence. That was what you did in the program, your life was ultimately a small price to pay for the cause. The agent was devoted to her cause with every fiber of her being.

The orders had been given, targets were to be neutralized. Widow hadn't bothered to suit up, there was no time, all she took time to add was a thigh holster and several spare rounds. The agent set about her task.

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[wagers]

The other spider finds herself at a quandary. None seek the solace she offers. None seek the easy way out. It is enough to make what is left of her soul curdle in agony.

She's dragging her sword along, on her way to the core. It's scraping with a terrible noise, something that echoes throughout the halls. She's looking for someone. Anyone. Someone who will listen to the reason she has had her eyes open to.

She meanders into the corridor. She sees the other. She stares. Eyes burn through the person before her with an intent gaze.

"What do you think you're doing?"

[well_assembled]

The Widow had a job to do, the targets however were less than cooperative. Scurrying like rats and she couldn't get clear shots at the ones who were most sought. She'd see ghosts, phantoms of them but whenever she got close they vanished in the walls.

Given the difficulty in the acquisition of targets she defaulted to the secondary objective. Blow the ship; destroy all evidence.

The Widow was jogging toward the core when she heard the metal on metal scream. She rounded a corner to come in view of the other woman. What?

"What I'm doing is none of your business."

[wagers]

Interesting. Very interesting. She cannot help but take in the ambition set before her, almost amused by the short answer. It's like a challenge in her mind, something she just can't help but shake.

"Oh, really?" The troll repeats in a much similar tone, fangs displaying as she allows something of a smile to grace her lips. She stops walking, her wings still against her back, curious eyes looking over the other, as if silently sizing her up. "Looks like you have some irons in the fire."

[well_assembled]

She nodded, not bothering to waste more words on this woman.

Then she notes the fangs, the wings...the strangeness. She lifted her pistol and leveled it at the other.

"I have plenty of irons, stay out of my way or you'll find out how many."