Marcus "Freelancer"'s Story

"How lucky can one guy be...I kissed her and she kissed me and like a fella once said, ain't that a kick in the head... Freelancer sang along quietly under his breath as he placed his silenced 45. M&P in his thigh holster and threw his backpack onto the silk covers of the bed. He had been living deep underground in a research lab under Gilligan army base, just outside of Highgate. He didn't like the thought that a well placed bomb could absolutely bury this place, but like always his mission needed to be done. As he stood fiddling with his gear he pondered what his handlers at the Agency had tasked him with just hours before hand. They always had an interesting way of making things very complicated and ruining Freelancers fun. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind and continued singing to the Dean Martin song that played lightly in the background from his radio, every beat bouncing off the brightly decorated walls of the quarters.

His singing was interrupted when the door to the room quietly pushed open and revealed a beautiful young face. Her eyes were an amazing shade of light blue that reminded Freelancer of the deepest oceans. Her hair ran over her shoulder in blonde curls that would make any man weak in the knees, her body was lean and her breasts were round and over them hung a beautiful crystal necklace. She was the spitting image of a sexy women.

"Marcus what are you doing here?" Marcus, just another name, a ghost who would be long gone forever after this mission.

"I just wanted to come in and see you Misty." Freelancer said with a small smile on his face. So yes he had broken into her room, but it wasn't like he hadn't been invited in there for more...personal matters.

Misty walked over and threw her arms around Freelancers neck and kissed him gently on the lips "well aren't you sweet today." she said as she stroked her hand across his cheek, her soft palm making Freelancer long for more contact.

"I try...Misty I hate to ruin the good mood but i need the files now."

Misty gave him a crooked look and sighed "Yeah that did ruin the mood. Do we have to do this now?" Misty was the lead scientist at the research facility and had restricted access to all research data at this facility from over twenty years of work.

"I'm afraid so." Freelancer asked grimly "But look at it this way, better they send me to keep you safe rather then somebody to murder you." he chuckled at his own words

Misty nervously giggled a little, knowing what he said was more truth then joke "Okay one second." Misty walked over to a desk that held atop it a laptop and multiple stacks of papers. She took a key from her jacket pocket and unlocked a drawer at the very bottom of the desk and flung it open to reveal an electronic safe. She punched in a code and the door of the safe made a loud clank as it unlocked. She pulled the safe door open and reached in. After a few moments of rummaging she pulled out three files each marked with a big red classified and eyes only stamp. "Here you go darling." she said with a smile as she held the files out to Freelancer who took them without a word and shoved them in his backpack.

"Are these the only copies?" He asked as Misty turned around and began to lock up the safe and drawer

"Yes, everything else is erased including the originals." she replied gleefully

Freelancer smiled and walked over to the beautiful women and put a hand on her hip and his chin on her shoulder. She smelled so good, she was pretty and so nice. She would have made a great mother for Freelancers kids. "Your so beautiful." Freelancer whispered in her ear and kissed her neck gently and Misty groaned in pleasure.

"Oh Marcus, you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Freelancer chuckled "probably not."

She grinned "hmm sometimes I think I might love you." so this was it, months of living with her and having mutual sex led to this moment. It felt good to hear the words.

Freelancer smiled and looked at the back of her head...it needed to be done.

BANG! as fast as lighting Freelancer drew his pistol and put a near silent round right through the back of Misty's skull, showering the desk and wall in a confetti of bone and brain matter. Misty's body hit the desk like a brick before falling backwards and slamming hard to the floor. He looked at her motionless body as blood drained from the massive exit wound in her face that where the round had blown the space in between her eyes into a bloody mess. "Such a waste of good talent." he remarked to himself as he calmly walked over to the bed and reached under to retrieve his M4 assault rifle and tactical ballistic vest. He threw the vest on over his black T-shirt and strapped it down, then he slung the rifle over his head and walked over to the intercom. He slammed the button to send a station wide message and then spoke as coolly as if nothing had just happened "All personnel this is Agent Marcus, I need you all to report to the ground side level of the facility in order to prepare for the vacation of the facility. He walked to the door of the room when he stopped dead in his tracks right before opening the door. He turned to to Misty's motionless body, he knew he probably shouldn't but he needed too. He walked over to her body and bent over and and took the crystal necklace into his hand. Yes this would do nicely. He plucked the necklace form her neck and shoved into his pocket as he walked out of the room into the hallway that's walls were as shiny as silver and reflected everything like they were mirrors. Freelancer moved down the hall and too an elevator deep in the back of the facility as he pulled a small PDA from his pocket. He logged into the security systems and shuffled through the different screens as he punched a button on the elevator that sent it upwards. As the elevator opened to the underground parking garage of the research facility he found the screen in the security data base that showed him security camera footage of the ground side building. He found the group of the remaining eight scientists in the East wing right in front of a set of double doors that were locked and covered by a metal door shield. Freelancer exited the elevator and began singing to himself as he walked toward his car.

"Fly me too the moon let me play among the stars...let me see what spring is like on...Jupiter and Mars." he clicked a few buttons and entered a command that caused all the doors in the East wing to slam shut. The scientists frantically looked around them as the doors around the lobby closed and locked them into the room. They began to talk amongst each other with expressions of complete and utter shock "In other words..." Freelancer entered another command and the door shield flew open to reveal the outside of the military base. A horde of armored infected beings slammed their hands and faces against the doors, leaving bits of pealing flesh on the glass. The scientists ran for cover, some of them pounding frantically at the locked doors around the room, screaming for someone to open them. Freelancer looked at the horrific mass of decomposing flesh outside the doors, it must be done the words rang out through his mind as he entered the command "I love you." he finished singing as he pressed the execute command and the doors leading outside opened. The mass of undead poured through the door like ants crawling over each to get to food left on the ground. The Scientist screamed bloody murder as the undead masses tore into them like wild animals tearing into their prey. Freelancer turned off the PDA and continued to hum Frank Sinatra's "Fly Me to The Moon" as he removed his ballistic vest, those damn things get so uncomfortable, placed it and his backpack in the passenger seat of his 2008 Dodge Charger, and then set the rifle standing on its butt on the passenger floorboard so that the barrel was facing the roof of the vehicle.

He flipped open his cell phone and dialed the number three. The phone rang for a few seconds before a women answered and in a sweet voice said "Thank you for calling the Sprint operator service, Christye speaking, how many I help you?"

"I'd like to review my account please."

"Okay sir and what is your account number?"

"1675892."

"One moment...okay sir i'll transfer you to one of our service representatives."

A moment past before a beep indicated that a secure line had been opened

"Freelancer to Mother Eagle...the problem is taken care of...no more loose ends."

"Great work Freelancer you have done your country proud. But we have another task for you."

"I'm listening."

"We need you to go to Highgate to find someone."

"Highgate? That place must be crawling with infected."

"Yes we know, but the target is of high importance."

"who is the target?"

"Someone you know...Code name Ghostfather." Ghostfather? could it be true? He was still alive after all this time? Mankind may still have a hope.

"He is still alive?" Freelancer asked

"You're going to find out."

"I understand."

"Your objective is to find Ghostfather and extract him without letting him be harmed. Ghostfather takes priority over all others is that clear?"

"Crystal sir."

"Good, do us proud Freelancer...Mother Eagle out." with that the line went dead and Freelancer shoved the phone back into his pocket. Freelancer nodded his head as he stuck CCR's greatest hits into his CD player and turned the track to "Fortunate Son".

"Highgate huh....well shit guess it's better then being in that lobby with those scientists." he chuckled to himself, and with that he speed out of the parking garage and out into the hot sun, putting as much distance as he could between him and Gilligan army base.....

Freelancers charger rolled slowly through the small city of Highgate past multiple small shops and market places. A few infected mindlessly bounced themselves against the car trying to get to it's driver inside. It was a little depressing to see these people like this, they were once people with jobs and houses, some were young enough to go to grade school. Now all they wanted to do was tear into you and eat your eyes for dessert.

"Where the hell is this guy?" Freelancer said as he looked around the street over dozens of mindless killing machines "I swear if he is dead I'm going to be a little pissed." He already had to deal with the brain dead National Guardsmen that refused to let him in even after he had shown is fake ID card that identified him as Marcus Filer Agent for the NSA. He almost had to kill a whole post of soldiers just to get in, but luckily for them their lieutenant came back and remedied the situation.

As he continued down the road he was constantly scanning for anything that could serve as an immediate threat, like some surviving humans who might decide they need a car and try to jack his. That was Freelancer alright, always thinking ahead and playing the what if game. What if that did happen? Where would they come from? What if they shot first? What if they didn't? What if this and what if that? He liked to keep his mind busy with scenarios, made him feel safer and it usually gave him a great edge over his opponents. He took Misty's necklace from his pocket and twirled it in his hands, she was such a beautiful women, nice, great lover. It was a shame she had to die. Freelancer got a sinking feeling in his stomach before he shook the thoughts out of his memory "It needed to be done." he reminded himself as he opened a compartment on his backpack and threw the necklace in amongst other items he had taken from other targets he had killed. Every item he had belonged to a target he had liked or grown somewhat attached to. He had a challenge coin from his old partner who tried to cell national security secrets to the Chinese. A pair of glasses from his old instructor from the training academy for agents, he had tried to kill his wife for cheating with the director of the academy. The director didn't like that too much. All of them brought so much pain, but also some strange degree of comfort that they lived on through him. They all needed to die...he knew that, or at least he thinks he does.

He closed the bag and looked down the street and spotted a survival store. Might be a good place to stock up on ammo, he thought to himself. He brought the car to a stop and it was swarmed by a small group of about six infected. He ignored their deep hissing groans as he threw on his Tac vest and grabbed his rifle and backpack. He unlocked the door and kicked it open, sending the zombie in front of the door flying to the ground with a blood curdling sound of decomposing flesh. He put a single rifle round into it's skull then turned to face another zombie who limped towards him with one leg pierced from the inside out my his femur bone. He wore a shirt for an auto parts store and on it read "Hello my name is: Thomas, how may I help you?".

"hah....hahaha." Freelancer laughed "Well here take this for me Thomas." he chuckled as he raised his rifle and blew the side of the infected mans head into a red and pink gob that hit the street like paint. Thomas fell dead as Freelancer rubbed his arms "huh kinda cold." he remarked to himself as he reached into his backpack and retrieved his jet black trench coat. The rest of the zombies made their way around the car, but Marcus just ignored them as he stuck his arms through the coat and slammed the door of the Charger shut. He calmly walks away from his car and towards the Survival store. He sings some Frank Sinatra to himself as he strode over, but just as he is a few yards from the door it swings open and from it comes the silhouette of a women. A survivor? Well this may be useful.

"Excuse me miss?" Freelancer called out to the figure who turned startled and raised a sword, previously unseen by Freelancer "Whoa! Just drop the sword lady!" Freelancer commanded as he raised his rifle.

"Just back back off ok! I don't know you so just please back off man." The girl moved into the street a little more and became illuminated by the street lights. Her red hair flared in the light and her green eyes popped out as the most noticeable thing about her. She was pretty tall for a girl and was young as well, couldn't be out of her mid twenties if she was even that old. Shes kinda hot, Freelancer thought to himself as he refocused on her sword and feet so that he could predict her movements.

"Your pretty young to carrying a sword around don't you think?"

The young girl gave a twisted smirk "What kind of question is that to ask when your pointing a gun at somebody?!"

"Just making conversation. Look I'm Agent, Marcus Filer with the National Security Agency I'm here to help you."

"How am I supposed to believe you? I just want to get out of here." She replied

"CDC has this place locked down. Trusting me might be your only shot, unless you plan on cutting these things to the death forever."

"Well do you know whats going on here?" She asked, still holding the sword defensively.

That information was classified so of course he wasn't going to say anything "No, but that's not my job. I'm just here to help people."

"Well do you have a badge or something?" she asked as she lowered the sword and took a step forward

"Don't move!" Freelancer yelled

"Seriously I just wanna-

"Stop Moving!"

"But I-" She was cut off as Freelancer pulled the trigger and a bullet flew right past the young girl and smashed into the neck of a zombie that had snuck up behind her. The zombie stumbled backwards and and blood shot from the wound and sprayed the young girl, who screamed in disgust. The zombie began to charge the girl but she reached out the sword and impaled the zombie onto it. It slowed it down but it just kept coming, impaling itself farther on the sword before Freelancer let another round fly, this time taking off the front of the zombies face. The blow back hit the girl straight in the face. She backed up and wiped the blood from her face as she made sounds of utter disgust. Freelancer walked over and chuckled as he did "Looks like someone just birthed you."

"Ew this is gross." she complained as she wiped the blood from her face. As she cleared her eyes Freelancer took his fake ID and bade from his pocket and presented it to the girl.

"What's your name?" he asked as the girl looked over the ID and badge.

Once she was done she responded "Um my names Lilith."

"Well Lilith, I'm Agent Marcus, if you want your free to come with me while I look for more survivors. Maybe you could help me find somebody special too." Somebody in this Godforsaken town must know the GhostFather.

Lilith mauled this over for a second before nodding "Yeah sure why not." she looked to the ground and spat "I think I got some in my mouth."

Freelancer chuckled, "well I got some water in the car so-" he stopped mid sentence as he turned and saw what was behind them. A mass of zombies had produced around the car and continued to poor out of the alley ways, their light groans becoming increasingly louder as they made their way towards the two. Damn, he was too distracted by the girl to notice this horde massing behind him. He raised his rifle too them, but as soon as the infected saw this violent jerking of his arms they went berserk and began a mad charge towards them "Oh fuck me! Run!" he fired a few rounds into the crowd before turning and pushing Lilith down the street....

Freelancer slammed the doors to the station and locked them tight. The zombies banged against the door, growling as they tried desperately to gain entrance. He backed up slowly and stroked his hair with a steady hand, Damn, it's like Somalia all over again. Except over there just wanted to drag me through the streets not eat me. He backed up and observed the police station, then he noticed the dead cops lying in a pool of his own blood

"Hmm, nice place you found here." Freelancer said as he continued to look around "They have an armory in this place don't they?" he asked as he drew his Kabar from his belt and dug it deep into the cops skull, then into the women's just to make sure they were down for the count.

Lilith answered "I think.". He retrieved the cops gun and magazines and handed it too Lilith "You know how to use this?" he asked, and she answered.

"Okay looks like you have the keys, I'm going to look for an armory or something we are going to need it." He then began to search the department, singing "Somewhere beyond the sea" to himself, making sure to clear every room as if he were back in a war zone. You never knew what you could find when you turned a corner.

"This is such bullshit." Freelancer complained as he searched the ID's of the dead prisoners "Where the fuck is this guy." he slammed the door to the locker and continued to snoop around. He didn't have a problem with doing his duty but they always gave him the jacked up missions "Oh go to Afghanistan and walk around the desert, Go to Somalia and kill General Al-muha while he is in the middle of five thousand supporters, it won't be that hard. Oh now go to a fucking zombie infested town to look for some asshole." he complained to himself as he strode his way over to a set of computers on a long desk. Now he had this girl with him that he wasn't entirely sure wasn't going to stab him in the back, literally. He pulled his PDA device and plugged it into the computer's USB port. In a few seconds the PDA had cracked the passwords and broke into the police database. He typed in the name of the man he was looking for, and presto one entry came up for the city of Highgate.
"One count of public drunkenness three years ago. Damn never known you as one to drink old friend." Freelancer printed off the page and stuck it in his pocket, then he went back to find Lilith.

As he walked he heard a gunshot ring out through the halls "Lilith!?" he called as he raised his rifle and started towards the sound of the gunshot. He found a back room where a dead dog lay with a bullet hole clean through its head "Seriously? A caged dog?" Freelancer lowered his rifle and shook his head "Oh God this girl is going to drive me insane I can already tell." He continued to search the station for Lilith and found her in a small room containing the armory. She was messing with some stuff inside when Freelancer walked up and the German Shepard began to growl "Huh, I see you found dinner." he said, talking about the dog.

Lilith said something and came out to met the man she knew as Marcus and the dog calmed down. That's when, for the first time since they met, he noticed her bandaged arm. He took note of the vomit on the floor and saw the blood inside it. Oh shit, he thought, don't tell me she got bit. He decided to not say or do anything for now but took good note to watch Lilith from now on

"You know that special someone I was looking for? Well here he is do you know him? and whats the deal with koojo over here?" Freelancer asked as he handed the paper to Lilith and she read the name at the top of the page

James Hill

James Hill. The name rung a vague bell. She might even know where he lived. Whether or not he was still there was another story. Thoughtfully she tucked the pistol into her newly claimed holster. She'd also picked up a few other things, not that the police station of a small town would be overly armed, but she'd put a fair bit of spare ammo into her duffel bag and picked up a rifle, though she was still favouring her swords.
She felt better now. She assumed the slight sickness she'd felt had something to do with the zombie blood being toxic, even if it didn't change her. The continued nausea would just be blamed on the fact that she'd gotten zombie blood all over her person and in her mouth! So gross! She wasn't mentioning this to Marcus though, he was kind of creepy.
"Yeah," she replied, nodding at the paper, "I think I know where he lives. Also the dog's name is Jake, he's mine and I'm keeping him but he's well trained so he shouldn't attack you and I think they already figured out that the zombies are bad news. The dogs here were all very intelligent. Anyway, you wanted the armoury, help yourself."
She gestured into the little room full of weapons, leaning herself against the wall. As Marcus walked past, though, she grabbed his arm, remembering something.
"Look, I'm with you all the way, so long as I get to stay alive," She said firmly, even though she was fairly certain if he wanted to the 'National Security Agent' could end her fairly easily, "But you threaten my dog again, even jokingly, and I'm out of here. No offence to you personally, but he means more to me than you do."
As though to affirm her point Jake gave a little huff and shuffled closer to her, eyeing Marcus. Lilith let him go and stepped away from the room slightly, tapping her blade on her shoulder as she moved to make sure nothing snuck up on them.

The top of her convertible had to come up as soon as she'd entered the town center; the place was crawling with these freaks of nature. Darcy had sped up driving way faster than the 30mph restriction. The Zombies were hitting her car like crazy! The bastards were going to scratch it all up.

Now, she'd stopped outside the Town Hall where her fathers office was on the second floor. Her Porsche was surrounded by green/yellow skinned monsters that were bleeding every which way and they were rattling her car.

“Calm down. You can do this.” She reassured herself as she filled the small pockets of her leather jacket up with all the ammo for the .45 she could fit in there.

Then she put her backpack on which was not easy to do in the confines of the car. Having both straps over each shoulder made her feel like a dork. Yet better a dork than dead, right?

Alright, it was time to go. Darcy took in a deep breath and pressed the release button for the convertible. The moans outside intensified as the roof of the car started to move back and Darcy had jumped up onto her seat and ran across the back of the car. Jumping over the still declining roof onto the boot of the car and then jumped to the ground. Having no time to look back, she ran across the paved path to the entrance of the old town hall. The Zombies were fast and right on her tail. She could hear them groan and hiss at her in exasperation as they came after her. Lucky she was used to running in heels.

The entrance of the Town Hall consisted of electronic rotating doors. As soon as Darcy came through she jammed one side with the fire extinguisher automatically causing the doors from rotating. The beeping warning from the door was overcome by the horrifying sound of flesh crashing into glass and soon enough Darcy couldn't see anything except Zombie flesh plastered to glass. They looked like wriggling worms in a glass box.

Darcy breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't care what they did as long as they were on the outside. She turned around and looked around the foyer of the Town Hall. The lights were low. Paper and blood were strewn everywhere. The semicircular receptionist desk where the three old biddies – as Darcy used to call them – Mildred, Betty and Edith used to sit was empty.

The Town Hall in it's self wasn't a huge building. It wouldn't take her long to find Josh and get the hell out of this hell hole. There were three rooms upstairs one of which was her fathers office and the great hall, where Town meetings were held straight across from her behind the desk. Darcy checked there first. It was dark and empty as it was most of the time when it wasn't in use. She'd doubted Josh was there but looked anyway.

Taking the spiral staircase, gun held out in front, Darcy climbed slowly upstairs. Heels thudding lowly. A chill ran down her spine. She headed for her fathers office first. Josh had to be there. The door was partially open. Darcy stepped inside slowly. Her breath caught in her chest.

“Daddy . . .” the word barely a whisper on her lips.

Her father swirled around like a bolt of lightening and made a menacing sound. He looked nothing like her once jovial father. His skin falling off bloody eyes and lips, suit tattered, a letter opener sticking out of his chest. . . and he was coming right at her. Darcy didn't hesitate and popped straight through the skull. Stopping suddenly, her father fell to his knees and then straight down on his face. A pool of blood accumulating like a crimson halo around his head.

Darcy stumbled back a little. She couldn't think about what she'd just done. Josh! . . . She needed to find Josh. Frantically scanning the room with her eyes; there was no sign of Josh and nowhere in here he could hide. Taking the key from the door Darcy closed it and then locked it from the outside. She didn't want one of those bloody creatures feasting on her fathers flesh if they managed to get inside.

“Okay, concentrate Darcy!”

She had two more rooms to search. Josh had to be in one of them. She checked the room to the left first. Nothing. Just more strewn papers, files and blood.

Come on Josh! Where are you?

Entering the room to the right, Darcy almost ran to the window. There on the carpet lay Josh's phone. She picked it up and looked around.

“Josh! You here? Joshua? Where are you?!”

No response and nowhere to hide. Josh wasn't here. He couldn't have possibly left could he? Darcy looked out the window contemplating her next move. She wouldn't leave town without her brother. Just because he wasn't here didn't mean he wasn't alive. Josh could take care of himself and she would find him. He couldn't have gotten fare.

Looking down on the street below, Darcy could see her car was a no go. Ten or twelve Zombies still surrounded it and the rest weren't that far either below at the entrance to the Town Hall. She'd have to come back to her car later. For now she had to go by foot.

Slipping her brothers phone into her pack, Darcy headed down and back through the great hall to the back door she knew was there. She slipped out into the open air. The crisp air soothed her nerves and there were no Zombies in sight.

Where to now?

To the right lay the shopping district of the small town. That had to be crawling with these creatures. To the left was the HGPD. The police department seemed the sensible choice. It wasn't like the Police in High Gate were any good, what with the crime rate at a near 0%. Those fat cats had nothing to do except sit around and eat doughnuts or on the odd occasion to go shut down teen parties when their parents weren't around. Darcy had had plenty of experience with the latter in her teenage years.

So the station it was. Maybe those good for nothing cops might be able to help her find Josh or maybe Josh was even there. And as luck would have it, Darcy thought with a coy smile, she didn't have to use the front entrance there either. This alleyway led straight to the back entrance to the HGPD.

No Zombies! Score!

Two minutes later, Darcy slowly opened the back door to the HGPD and stepped inside. She'd come this way many times with her dad as a child. The back door led to a room that was a kennel that housed the Police dogs. It was lit. A stomach retching stink filled the air. Darcy located the stench to a dead dog locked in one of the kennels. It was a ill looking, eerily similar to those things outside. Thank God it was locked inside. The other kennels were empty.

Darcy walked across the room as quickly as humanly possible and out the door opposite. She stopped a moment to get her bearing. Gun held out in front. She heard some muffled shuffling sounds.

Fuck! More Zombies.

"I wasn't threatening your dog little lady, I was just making an observation that one day he may become dinner." Freelancer joked as he finished reloading the last 223 round into his mag and filled his pockets and backpacks with the rest of the boxes. He then walked out and looked Lilith straight in the eye, "And as far as I'm concerned you need me a lot more then I need you." He then patted her on the head patronizingly "So don't get your pretty little head to steamed." Lilith let air seep past her lips in a 'screw you' like manner and made some smart ass remark.

Freelancer just chuckled and started to walk out of the door when Jake began growling at the back of the department where the door to the kennel area was. Freelancer stopped dead in his tracks and held up a hand signaling Lilith to stop. He turned and made a quiet gesture and signaled Lilith to take hold of Jake as he secured his rifle to his body and drew his silenced pistol. He ducked down and crept along the wall in the shadows up to the side of the "kennel door". He could here someone coming, they were light footsteps but they were in quicker concession then those of the undead. It must be a survivor, the next question was was he or she friendly? He waited as still as a statue in the shadows next to the door as the foot steps got closer and closer, his heart was beating and adrenaline started flowing into his veins. He saw the shadow first, still trying to decide if it was a threat or not. Then he saw the hands holding the gun and the decision was over.

Freelancer reached out as fast as a mouse trap that had been set off and grabbed the slide of the gun. He pulled the person forward before titling the gun forward and the turning it violently to the right. There was a blood curdling crack as the persons index finger broke inside the trigger guard, then a short scream before the figure took Freelancer's elbow straight to the side of the face. All of this happened in an instant, and before the figure knew what happened she was on the ground with the silenced muzzle of Freelancers gun to her temple.

"Move, and you die right fucking here"

Darcy screamed and curled up in agony as she'd ended up on the floor faster then she cared to think about. Luckily she had moved her face with the direction of the incoming elbow but it still hurt like a mother but at least it wouldn't swell up.

"Move, and you die right fucking here.”

Darcy looked up into a handsome face. The gun pointed at her temple just made her madder though and before the guy knew it Darcy had hooked her foot under his booted feet and he was on the ground next to her.

“That,” Darcy said with a smirk as she nursed her finger “was for breaking my finger asshole.”

That's what he was talking about, a women who could kick his ass. He liked that. He rolled over onto his stomach then got up and kicked her gun into the far corner of the room and pointed his on gun at the women. She wasn't bad looking at all, in fact she was better looking then Misty was, before and after he shot her in the head.

"Not bad, especially for a women." He checked her out, scanning over her body lean body "Now just don't move please." he said as he walked over and forced her onto her stomach. He patted her down for weapons, savoring the feeling of her body, then backed off and put his pistol to his side after he thrown the rest of her weapons to the far side of the room "You can stand up now." he said calmly and the women did. He could tell she wouldn't be much of a threat, at least not a big enough one for him to worry about.

"Sorry bout your ah finger there, can't be too careful." He said and the women made some remark.

"Lilith you can come out here now!" Freelancer called to his companion, he then looked at the women with friendly smile like he hadn't just broken one of her bones "So whats your name?"

Darcy lay there boiling with quiet indignation as the guy felt her up - she had a strong feeling he was enjoying this - removing her backpack and the kitchen knife in her boot, not bothering with the bullets in her pocket she guessed because they were no good without a gun; then let her up onto her feet. Seriously, if this guy turned into a Zombie, she was going to enjoy shooting him.

"Sorry bout your ah finger there, can't be too careful." He said as if he hadn't just broken her finger.

“Jerk.” Darcy grumbled.

She peered in the corner where her weapons lay. Too damn far away. She wished now it was Zombies instead of people she stumbled upon. Darcy examined her finger again, it wasn't as badly damaged as she'd first thought, in fact it wasn't broken at all.

"Lilith you can come out here now!" Called out the guy and asked with a sexy smile that was getting on Darcy's nerves “So what's your name?”

She turned away from the uninteresting girl and walked across furiously to the tall, dark imposing guy getting right up in his space.

“What's my name!?” Darcy spat mad as hell as she poked him in the chest with the index finger of her good hand for every point she made “Why don't you ask a girl that before you attack her. Or is that the only way you can get close enough to a women.” She stopped suddenly and looked up at him askew; he really was good looking . . . His lips curved irresistibly up at the left corner as if he knew what she was thinking. Realizing she was still touching him, Darcy pulled away and reminded herself firmly, that this was the guy who had attacked her. “You're damn lucky,” She added for good measure “that it isn't broken or I'd be suing your ass right now!”

Darcy scowled at the guy, there was something about him . . . he was messing with her brain. Turning so she wasn't focusing on him; her attention was directed towards the gangly looking tall red haired girl, no more than seventeen or eighteen years of age who'd appeared around the corner a moment earlier. The girl was as thin as a wreath, Darcy mused, and needed to fill out more or it could be those hideously baggy clothes she was wearing. A huge German Shepard was loyally at her side. Must be out of the kennel guessed Darcy.

"You kidnap children, as well as wailing on girls?" Darcy smirked and asked the guy.

Walking away, looking down at her dislocated finger, man this was going to hurt. Darcy took in a quick deep breath and then without a seconds thought, agonisingly pulled and righted her injured finger. She half bent over hissing in pain, refusing to scream out loud at the aching sensation.

“Fuck!”

But that hurt like a mother.

Lilith just rolled her eyes at all the derogatory comments. She was in police training, she'd probably already received every possible insult firm the guys she trained with. Now she was doing her apprenticeship here though, it'd gotten better. So much for that. Also, she'd had concerns about Marcus before but now he was really beginning to get on her nerves. Still, as long as she stayed alive he could insult her however he wanted, she really didn't care by this point.
The new girl wasn't much better, politeness wise. On the other hand, Lilith actually recognised her. Darcy was the Mayor's daughter, and Lilith was working with the police. It went without saying that she'd recognise the other girl, but apparently she wasn't recognised so she didn't make a comment. Also, she'd never been particularly fond of the girl, though not having much to do with her, and the scathing once over she was given didn't help any. She did wonder why she hadn't gotten any comments on the sword this time, but merely shrugged it off.
"As fun as these introductions are, I think we should get moving," Lilith announced, partially because the yelling was making her uncomfortable. The dogs had been really quiet when she went in there, there had to be a reason for that. "You want to find Hill, right? I can probably get us there, even better, I may have transport."
She grinned as she pulled searched through Ray's keys. Ray had a truck, a big truck and it should be in the garage right now. A car was definitely better than the motorbike she'd left abandoned outside the survival store.
"By the way, if you two think you can keep the arguing to a minimum, we should stick together," she pointed out, though she'd been serious when she said she would leave, a group was still better. That said she headed towards the garage, assuming they'd follow. Unless they thought they were better off without her, and as they both seemed to think of her as a kid that didn't seem unlikely, but either way she had a truck now. She'd manage.

Marcus lifted out his hands in a servant like manner towards the door and looked at the women, "After you, your highness" He said sarcastically. He waited for Darcy to grab her weapons and walk by him, giving a huff of air has she did. How did he go from top operator for the Agency to being in company with a stuck up women and a bratty little girl? He shook his head as followed behind the women to the truck. When they got there they found Lilith in the front seat and the truck ready to roll. Freelancer moved to take the front seat and as he did he said "Never got your name"

Darcy collected her weapons. Your Highness, well that was more like it. Although Darcy knew he was being sarcastic she didn't care much, she'd heard the likes before.

She collected all her things from the floor, pack over a shoulder, knife in her Jimmy Choo boot and gun in hand. Darcy walked in front of him, look all you want buddy, she thought with an inner smirk, because you sure as hell aren't going to get to touch . . . again.

“Please tell me the kids not driving.” Darcy said to the guy.

Darcy watched as he moved around the truck to the drivers seat and pulled the red haired girl out with one hand as she struggled against his hold. Impressive . . . for a brute. Darcy's lips curled up, she was digging it. The girl, Lilith was coming around to the front passenger side grumbling with indignation. Darcy jumped into the front passenger quickly, she sure as hell wasn't sitting in the back with that big stinking dog; smirking as she said, “Fronts for mommy and daddy, children in the back.”

Darcy grinned as Lilith cursed and hopped into the back, clearly not happy with the seating arrangements.

“Never got your name.” The guy sitting next to her said.

“Darcy Morgan," Darcy stated regally as if she were announcing that she was the Queen of Sheeba "and who the hell are you?”

"Congrats Miss Morgan," Lilith snapped, huh, maybe she had less of a hold on her temper than she'd thought, "Tell me, you want the keys or you just going to run this thing on idiocy?"
Yeah, definitely less control on her temper then she'd thought. She tossed Marcus the keys-only the car keys, the others joined the space in her duffle bag-if he wanted to drive whoop-dee-do for him, the fact that she could drive perfectly and he didn't know where they were going obviously wasn't important. She whistled and Jake jumped into the back seat with her. At any rate from back here she got to sit with him, she preferred him over her other options for company.
Jake lay his head on her knee, giving her a look she thought meant he understood her displeasure with their company. She chuckled at the dog, giving him a scratch behind the ear.
"Yeah, you're a good boy," she assured, "We'll be fine."

"And who the hell are you?" Darcy Morgan snapped
"My names Filer...Marcus Filer." He said knowing that to them it was just a stupid movie reference "I'm from the National Security Agency." He looked in the back to Lilith who looked rather upset "Now miss bossy, where is James, house if you don't mind?"

She answered and Freelancer grinned as he put the truck in drive, good times, he thought as he opened the garage and plowed into the mob of infected who came piling in.

Darcy simply shrugged at Liliths angry comments, it wasn't even worth the thought, but she got the feeling like Lilith knew her from somewhere, or knew of her and obviously the girl wasn't exactly taken by her. Good! She liked it better that way anyway.

"My names Foiler...Marcus Foiler." Said the guy next to her as he drove through a horde of the living dead “"I'm from the National Security Agency."

“Oh please!” Darcy barked with inelegant laugh “That's a bullshit name if I've ever heard one and believe me buddy I've had enough false names and fake ID's to know. Plus,” She added, as if she were an expert in the matter “you say it hesitatingly and too quickly as if you've rehearsed it and as for the matter of National Security, then why don't you actually try securing something instead of trying to kill innocent people.”

Yes, she was still pissed off about his elbow making impact with her face.

He looked at her bemusedly.

“And after you're done with this James asshole, I need to find someone and you're going to help me.”

Because Darcy knew now she needed all the help she could get, and this guy was the best, of course she wouldn't tell him that.

She turned around in the seat to look at the sulking redhead.

“So Lilith, where do you know me from?”

"you say it hesitatingly and too quickly as if you've rehearsed it and as for the matter of National Security, then why don't you actually try securing something instead of trying to kill innocent people.”

If she got too nosy she would be next. Yeah she was kind of hot, but if she got a hand on these files he wouldn't have a choice. "Well after you have to identify yourself to people for six years it is almost like rehearsing it." Freelancer replied as he cleared the mess of zombies and was once again on a rod clear of zombies for now. All he needed to do was find James and get out of here, but then he would have to decide about what to do with them. Guess he would just have to play this all by ear and cross the bridge when he came to it.

(OCC, If anybody besides me sees the files at any point in the RP just leave the post at an open ended point so that I can fill in what the files say for you.)

"You're the mayor's daughter," Lilith replied, rolling her eyes, "Why wouldn't I know you? Besides, you've been to the station a fair few times, even knew where the back door was."
She hardly even glanced at Darcy as she spoke, watching the world pass by outside, Jake was resting his head on her leg now. She was pretty much ignoring any comment not directly related to her. Then part of her brain chose to remind her that she was being treated like she was two rather than twenty and her eyes flicked towards Darcy, then back out the window. She sighed.
"I'm in police training," she offered, as way of further explanation, "I've see you around while working. Other than that I have lived here my whole life."