Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2015 15:03:51 GMT
Name: Letter Of Importance
Difficulty: Easy
Salary: 30g
Participants: Open For All
Location: Boston
Mission: A Woman In Her 50s Who Lives In Boston Needs Help Delivering A Letter To Her Son That Lives On The Other Side Of Town.
It Is Very Important That The Letter Arrived Safely So That It Will Be Easy For Her Son To Read.
It Is Very Important That The Letter Arrived Safely So That It Will Be Easy For Her Son To Read.
Jess folded the sealed letter over in her hand, eyeing it for a moment before she tucked it as carefully as possible into her pocket. This...really wasn't the type of work she was used to, but hey, it had seemed simple enough and didn't involve guns and fire-fights, so she'd take it. The only problem she faced was navigating the Quarantine Zone. Her least favourite part of Boston.
Straightening her posture, Jess sucked in a deep breath and took her first step towards the tunnel that would lead her into the area. The sentry nodded to her, indicating it had been clear that day, and she pressed on. Water dripped from a pipe somewhere, echoing softly in the quiet, dark space. For safe measure Jess took her pistol out of its holster and readied herself - just in case the sentry had been wrong.
He wasn't. When she exited out of the tunnel she brought one hand up to her eyes to shield them from the harsh glare of the cloudy sky, and once adjusting to the light, turned around to cover up the entrance.
She was in the Quarantine Zone now. Oh, boy.
Pulling the letter out again she checked the address, cursing silently. It was halfway across the zone, and she'd be lucky not to run into any military-types. Jess put her pistol back in its place and drew her coat over it, hoping that it would be well hidden on the journey.
"Well," she said to herself, looking around, "Better get started."
It would be a long trek to the recipient's house and back, and it would take her long into the day she imagined. But the thought of a few ration cards in her hands after everything, and food in her belly for the night, motivated her to keep going.
The military was everywhere, and after a while Jess grew paranoid. She felt their eyes boring into her, and did her best to act casual and seem like she belonged there. Much of the roads were silent and empty, with only the government patrols walking up and down the sidewalk or standing present outside buildings. She felt like an outsider. She was an outsider.
With the sun growing higher in the sky and the clouds beginning to part, Jess finally reached her destination. A dilapidated-looking structure with a brown wooden door, and one window that had been covered up with cardboard. Hesitantly she knocked.
No response. After a minute, Jess knocked again, growing impatient. "Come on," she hissed under her breath. She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. Something didn't seem right.
And it wasn't. As she began to turn around to give up the mission, she was met by a hooded figure that had a knife pressed to her back. "Don't move, Legs," the figure sneered, grabbing her arm. Jess felt anger rush to her face. That old kook had set her up!
"Wasn't going to," she replied as calmly as she could, trying to keep her voice from quivering with rage. She was lead away from the structure, down the cement steps and the cracked sidewalk. Unable to see him, she heard the figure toss off the hood of his coat. He still had an iron grip on her arm, and she could feel the tip of his blade digging into her lower back.
"Hello, gentleman," the figure called amiably as the two of them passed a pair of sentries guarding one of the government-regulated buildings in Boston. Jess guessed that to them, she and her captor looked like a friendly couple out for a stroll.
The one sentry grunted, as if he didn't care to make conversation, and glared at the two of them. With a laugh that turned into a cough, Jess's captor lead her away from the pair, and once they were out of sight he turned her down a dark alley. F*ck, Jess thought, slowly beginning to reach for her pistol.
"Nice try," the figure snapped, yanking her arm away and pulling her coat back. "Huh," he snorted, grabbing her pistol and looking it over. "Not bad. I think I'll keep it."
"F*ck you, pal!" Jess spat, stepping down hard on his foot. With a yelp the man let go of her and jumped back. Feeling her heart race quicken, Jess turned to flee, but her captor was quicker. He grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked her back, before reaching up to slap her hard across the face. Jess reeled back and fell on her rump, managing to hit her head off the brick wall while she was at it. Pain surged through her face, but it only made her angrier.
"Get up," the man growled, pointing her own weapon at her now. Jess did as she was told, rubbing her cheek.
"Try anything funny like that again and I won't be so forgiving next time," he warned her, before pushing her forwards. "Now move. I've got a schedule to meet."
To be Continued.
