Who: Carla and Darcy What: Homies helping homies When: Today before the raid Where: Prison Warnings: There shouldn't be any
Carla was preparing for the raid over the weekend. She hadn't expect Derek to put her in charge of it but Officer Rinaldi was ready for the challenge. She was used to taking orders from her captain and then later from Tyler and now Derek. She was a good cop, she could take orders from her superiors. But Carla was also quiet and listened and learned. She would make a good leader in her own right and she was fully confident in leading this raid. She was mostly a no nonsense kind of woman but she had a sense of humor if you managed to get close enough to her. So far only a few people had seen the sillier side of Carla Rinaldi, she kept it well hidden from strangers and superiors.
Derek had given her the list of things to look for and she had set it aside on her bunk as she methodically cleaned her guns. She always carried a small arsenal with her but since they were going on a raid out of town she was planning to take everything. She was going to take the UTF cruiser with her and lead the way. One of the others could drive the Cookie Monster behind her. Her cruiser had plenty of room in the trunk for every weapon a girl could need to battle the undead.
She sat with her back pressed to the wall as she cleaned her guns. It was an old cop habit that she had difficulty breaking. She knew that the prison was likely the safest place in Everett. If it wasn't, she and Kennedy would be living elsewhere, slayer sisterhood be damned. They could take Aria with them if Kennedy really wanted to. But just because it was the safest place in Everett didn't make it safe. There had been plenty of enemies that had infiltrated the walls and prison members who had gone insane. Carla had been one of them when she had lost her mind to the rage virus and tried to kill Kennedy's ex. Carla was always on guard, whether or not she was actually putting in sentry time.
She heard a knock and she looked up to see Darcy standing there. "Hey," she said as she set the dismantled AR-17 next to her on her bunk.
"What's up?"
She and Darcy had become friends when Darcy had found Carla drinking her sorrows away on the roof after Dick Roman and his friends had kidnapped Kennedy. Ever since then Darcy had been someone Carla looked out for.