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That Lucky West Wind (6/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Valence wiped the blood from her goggles as she gutted another trooper. Gunshots rang loud in her ears. She almost wished she had her zap glove with her, but she had left it at the camp in favor of the thermic lance she twirled in her fingertips. A few screams came from the cafeteria and she scowled pleasantly.

Music to her ears.

Something about ending the lives of dissolutes was amazing to her. The way they would eventually be reduced to pleading for their lives was disgusting, and knowing that she could finish them off so easily was empowering. Her men inside the building had everything under control, even though they were outnumbered. A couple of the recruits had been shot down, but by the time she started sending the veterans in she could see progress in their combat position. They were winning.

She went back outside to check on the rest of the men. The recruits had done well in keeping the soldiers outside at bay, and she saw a 1st Recon beret on the ground, besides the body of some scrawny looking boychild. She scooped it up and entered a particularly noisy tent.

“I was starting to wonder if you’d ever show up. The woman is here.” Laelius nodded to her; judging by the blooming bruises on her face it seemed she had received quite a beating from the men in the tent. Valence approached the woman, who was glaring up at her, still prideful despite her situation.

She removed the goggles from her eyes to get a better look. A feminine face, but only if you knew what to look for. Hair as short as hers, and if the Corporal stood she would be much taller than Valence could ever hope to be. A woman serving in an army of mostly men; surrounded by the men in her unit.

She scowled, although no one could see it because of the bandana around her face. “You are an interesting woman.” She stated simply, looking down into dark blue eyes.

Betsy didn’t have anything to say to her, it seemed. She spat at Valence’s feet, not saying a word.

Valence snorted. “It’s your lucky day, Corporal. I’m going to let you out of here alive. You should thank your teammates—they spoke highly of you. So I’d suggest you leave. Now.” She leaned down, their noses almost touching through fabric. “Go, Corporal Betsy. Go and get help, and reconsider your position in this army. It’s difficult to get by as a woman, wouldn’t you agree?”

Betsy’s eyes narrowed, then grew wide. “You’re… you’re a woman.” She whispered, so quiet that she was sure no one else had heard.

“Go.”

She stood back and moved away as Corporal Betsy Addeline tore out of the tent. She must have knocked into one of the other legionaries as she left because she heard a grumbled profligate whore from outside of the tent. She looked to see who had arrived; it was the assassin, with the body of Colonel James Hsu in his arms. It was dumped unceremoniously to the floor.

“Just in time. May I?” She extended a hand to Laelius for his machete and it was handed over without complaint. She went right to work, cutting the man’s head off of his neck, muscles and blood painting the dirt a deep red. It had been a fine day, she thought.

This camp was hers.