Who: Mirta Gev and Elliot Spencer What: Several felonies, one log Where: US Military Armoury LA When: 12th June Late Evening Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Mirta hated this, hated every second of it, she even hated the concern much as she knew it was well meant. She was geared up and ready to break into a military armoury and steal a gun powerful enough to kill the pure demagolka version of the man she had fallen in love with, the father of the baby she carried. She'd heard the bleating of the bleeding heart types, if we kill them we might not get the originals back, she knew.
But she wasn't about to stand by and let someone, something, walk around looking like Sam Anders and planning to destroy humanity. Sam wouldn't want her to, not for a miniscule chance of maybe possibly getting him back. People needed to suck it up and face facts, life was hard. People died, or vanished, or worse.
She'd managed to procure an outfit, all black and perfect for a job like this, around the belt was a holster with a regular enough looking gun in it and she had two knives, one at her hip and one in her boot. Having done a few jobs for people in her time here she knew where to go for the gear, and she wasn't showing yet, not really.
She sat now on a step, a block away from their destination, where she'd told Elliot to meet her, he was a good guy, good friend to Sam and he worked as a bouncer now she'd had to cut down some of her hours, she couldn't help but smile at the memory of Sam suggesting calmly she might want to cut back on shifts. She'd maybe ranted, a little. But Elliot had been a friend to her through all this too, and now he was going to help her with this. She had her phone ready to contact Claire the second he arrived and they were good to go.