Investigating Demons

The interior of the Sable APC’s back cab was flickering. When it stopped, Silver looked to her right and left sides. Seated against the wall, two on each side, were four total Sable agents, each armed with a rifle and sidearm. “We’re approaching our destination.” Called a voice over the comms. The four soldiers all ensured their armor and belts were tight and fastened with a slight tug. As they grabbed their rifles from the walls behind them, Silver tugged on her suit’s collar which reached just a couple inches beneath her collar bone, meeting ends at a V neck fashion, leaving the slightest bit of cleavage open. Further securing her outfit, she rolled up her sleeves and pulled her gun belt tight.

“Are we ready?” Called one of the soldiers. Silver read the designation number on the his left shoulder and bounced her eyes back to his helmet. It read “Locke - SS 220.”She recognized the number for he’d been assigned to her personal crew for some time. That said, she wasn’t on a name basis with any of them yet. She was about to answer before she noticed his faceplate looking toward the man across from him.

“I don’t know. I haven’t dealt with these so-called demons yet.” The second one answered.

“You’re training will get you through it.” Silver ended the conversation. The two looked at her silently a moment and returned their attention to the mission. Suddenly the vehicle came to a stop. The agents swung open the doors and filed out the back. Like the badass she is, Silver followed out last and hopped down, her coattails drifting for a short second. The drivers joined the rest in waiting for her. She approached the tall building’s front doors, her men already posted with three on either side.

She gave a quick nod to one of her officers who looked to be waiting affirmation that this was all gonna go fine. She drew her pistols and kicked down the doors.

“Go, go.” One of the agents ordered the others. The six swarmed around her and began an immediate search of the building. It looked like any standard office lobby.

“You know what we’re looking for. Any files that can be connected to Osborne.” Silver bellowed as her men scoured the floor.

“Ma’am, why would this be in a building like this?” A female voice called from one of the desks. Silver turned a head. Her degusto on patch was labeled “McHale - SS 224.” She hadn’t hired a lot of women into her troops. Now that it hit her, she differed from the group just a little. Her bust and rear more shapely, the armor stuck out a couple inches as it was meant to be uniform for mostly men. “Ma’am?”

“The police captain says she found tip.” Silver broke her trance and returned to her inspection. “I’d like to say the Spider is involved, but cannot say for sure. For now, we search.”