"...Busy Day?"
Brian turns around to see the woman in black he found in his backyard from the prior evening... sitting on the couch in his now dimly lit and tattered house. With that jet black Nue pointed at his skull sponge, she sat comfortably on the living room couch adjacent to the kitchen area and his father's chair. The steady rain outside occasionally wafting in with the strong breeze continuing to soak the patio and entrance to his home. The rolling thunder compliments the sparse cracks of lightning adding to the tension.
Instinctually, Brian makes some quick and familiar observations of the woman as he assesses her. Tall and lanky... dressed like an operator... wouldn't be surprised if she was a solo... perhaps a merc even. Upon second glance however... the picture becomes far clearer. Excluding the jacket, her kit looks formally retrofitted... all the way down to her boots. The various implants he could barely notice are clearly tailored to her specific figure... minimal EMP threading... minimal LEDS. Her chrome weaved cleanly with both her ganic flesh and high quality RealSkinn... so well that he could hardly tell if or what she had. This level of professional work...? The silent thought hits him conclusively:
"Corpo."
He calmly raises his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly showing his deep neck wound... running up from his chest to his jawline. The deep gash barely covered by blood stained gauze has left his light skin raw and red. Several quick flashes of Brian's intense scrap with the Mantis Bladed Tyger Claw are seen... Graves being stabbed... and Brian unloading Lexington rounds into the back of the Tyger's head. A silent flash of lightning briefly fills the room followed by a crackle of rolling thunder.
The woman raises her eyebrows in slight surprise before speaking through her black leather facemask... her voice feminine yet fairly gruff.
"VERY busy day i see." She looks Brian up and down noticing his condition... and the urn he'd just rested on the kitchen counter. She patiently glances around the house while Brian stands there silent... she continues.
"Y'know, i almost thought this place abandoned. I was probably gonna just-"
"-Are you alright..?" He interrupts.
She raises her eyebrows again shocked... chuckling before gesturing at his wounds. "Am i alright..? Ha. Looks like you can barely stand."
"You didn't look it last i saw you..." He looks down and away slightly with lowered eyebrows. "To be frank... I haven't been able to get it out of my head."
"Where is it?" She asks with squinted eyes, nodding her head up... iron still trained on him. The extended barrel on that jet black Nue makes it look like a cannon.
He exhales a tired deep breath "...Where's what."
She pauses... crossing her long legs, the tight black leather on her thighs rubbing together... she continues with that gruff, feminine voice alongside the sounds of pattering rain.
"You know... I gotta be honest... it wasn't easy getting the spec on you."
Brian's posture shifts as he grows attentive. She continues.
"Your records spotted... barring several mediocre run-ins with NCPD i'd say its pretty vanilla... no more... current living relatives" She glances at the bloodied lazyboy. "And no known associates either. At least none database stored."
Brian wrinkles his eyebrows continuing to look at her... almost attempting to check her condition. Several quick flashes of how she looked when he found her in his backyard rush through his mind. The panic on her bloodied face... iron shaking in her hand... her wide-eyed gasp of fear. The woman shifts her weight on the couch, switching her crossed legs and setting her Nue down by her side.
"Said it yourself... vanilla." He responds dismissively.
"Mm.. that was before digging." She crosses her arms... resting her back up against the couch in an even more passive posture. "You've done several gigs... no record of who for. Few and far between but big scores nonetheless. The only real pattern to emerge was the lack of traces found in the work..." She raises her eyebrows, scratching the back of her head. "It just got me thinking... who the hell does this guy have scrubbing data for him...? Must be good."
Rolling thunder rests alongside a brief pause... she asks. "You F.I.A?"
Brian scoffs with a smile... putting his hands on his forehead... turning and looking away... "F.I.A..." he chuckles condescendingly.
"Even if you got someone good enough to scrub intel for you... can't get rid of everything. Arroyo born into a military family-"
As she rattles off basic public information, Brian grows completely disinterested in what shes saying or talking about. He turns his back to her... reaching onto the counter for his pack of smokes. While doing this... the woman, still looking at him, tilts her head up slightly and pauses... almost preparing for what shes about to say next.
"Marilyn Parker."
Brian immediately stops mid motion... glancing back toward her over his shoulder.
The rolling thunder and pattering rain hitting the windows takes over the brief dead silence.
"Sister to one Evelyn Park-"
Brian turns and snap draws his Lexington pointing it directly at her... she gasps as her eyes open wide. The spinal column of the woman fires triggering her sandevistan. She flashes behind Brian, yanking one of his arms behind his back and slamming him head first into the kitchen counter... pinning him to it as his Lexington goes flying. The force pressing against him feels like the weight of a car as he hopelessly struggles against it.
"Struck a nerve?!" She barks through her teeth... holding him down, feeling him resist.
Brian's open wounds begin to run again... his blood starts to leak onto the sleeve of the woman's black leather Kuomori trench coat.
She shouts, gritting her teeth "Wanna tell me about her? Cuz i couldn't find SHIT!... WHY is that huh?!"
Brian slowly stops struggling... his resistance fades as the blood loss and force leads to a ringing in his ears... muffling and distorting the woman's demands and questions... he passes out.