Daisy • Fury's Hammer/Badger (daisywillrocku) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-06 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, daisy johnson / quake (616) |
Who: Daisy Johnson / Quake
When: Sunday July 6th
Where: Eritrea
What: Sniffing out a trail
Rating: R, Violence
Status: Narrative, Complete [Paired with the Communications in progress]
Daisy Johnson lived for days like this. Course she felt minorly bad for not telling her boss she was out and about but he did say integrate with others and mingle. So mingly meant being asked to come rescue a field team. She was sure Fury’s definition and hers were vastly different. Her bad? Nah. She knew what she was doing. Mostly. She hadn’t destroyed SHIELD when she was in charge, or ruined everyones’ lives when they were on missions, so she figured she got this. That was until they landed in Eritrea. Holy balls, why was it so hot. She had her uniform on, gloves included, fingers flexing as she stalked through the hot climate down some back country trail she had no idea where she was going. Compass on one wrist, comm in her ear, she tapped it lightly. “Flower to BlueBird, checking in, over.” she was going to have to instate a no flower nicknames rule for callsigns later. Flower, REALLY? she grumbled a bit, she hated that. Oh well. She’d left the city proper and was now off in some Godforsaken land, where people were hostile and the military worse. She had googled up Eritrea before they left. It was not a happy place to be an outsider in. She was going to request her next mission be in Siberia, the stupidly hot temperatures only made her cranky. Which was why despite paying attention to her surroundings, she was surprised that a couple military boys pressed around her. Damn, where had they come from? “Come on pretty lady.” started the one as they guided her off the main road into an alley between some houses. Out of sight. Out of mind. Not that it helped them any. A few minutes later, Daisy walked back out looking a little roughed up, but grinning, as she delved further after the trail. Back in the alley, the two military boys were crumpled in a pile, their communications in pieces near by, and passed out. Each had a leg and a wrist shattered into tiny pieces, and looked worse for wear. Alive but not happy to be so. Daisy didn’t like being hit on by military boys who said, after a little prompting, they were asked by the Leader of a team, that scumbag Hydra guy, to deter anyone who was sniffing around. She wasn’t nice to people like that. “Flower to Bluebird, what’s going on on your end, over” she muttered as she walked along. |