Snippet #2371440

Aira was dreaming of home. well that's what it once was. Her father was in his chair in front of the TV with his glass of scotch on the rocks. The smell of wood and booze reeked from him. Her mother was out late at the office again. Though she knew her mother was really sleeping with her boss. It sickened her. Her family was a disaster. Aira came from the kitchen as her father stood quickly. She waited for it. The sharp hard impact of her fathers fist in her rib cadge. She heard the yelling and the names. Just as her father was about to hit her again she woke to Mkoll shaking her. She reached for her gun but stopped seeing it was him. She did a half smile at him.

"I almost gutted you. you gotta be a little more careful waking me up like that." She said standing up and stretching. She grabbed the M4A1 SOPMOD that lay beside her on the ground. Aira strapped the gun to her back and made sure her gun was unclasped in the holster.

"I'll be shocked if we finish this with the same amount of ammo we came with." She said. She didn't like not carrying a weapon into these things but people always got jumpy when they say the other side with pointed lead.

"Hows your new bracelet? heavy yet?" she asked teasing him playfully. She started in front of him watching every hole and space.