Lizette: Tuesday

Lizette was out her uniform for once, walking around town in a plain white dress shirt and some denim jeans, searching the New York Safe Zone for a single goddamn person. 1.3 million citizens, one dark-skinned blonde, and she had about three days to find her. Even with her network of informants, the best she had learned is that this Lacey girl had come back to New York looking for her girlfriend in all the chaos. Oh, if only she knew that her girlfriend was already a slut to some cock girl at this point, she'd probably break down crying.

It was the little things in life that made Lizette smile.

At the very least, that mental image made her forget about the fact that she was still in the middle of a hopeless situation when it came to actually finding this chick, because she didn't think it was gonna happen today.

She put up a comment on her encrypted chat group "Whoever finds this girl, or anything that leads to finding her, gets a promotion."

Lizette's black ops unit was always tricky. On the one hand, some of them believed in the "Cause" of fighting the Towerlings, trying to save the women that had been taken. Women like Felicia who trusted Lizette fully, and thought she was an angel. These women were excluded from the "Excursions" the unit would take to gather extra bait on principal. But the ones with more...flexibility were always given room for growth. Promotions, "benefits", a very comfortable lifestyle among her unit.

The fact that they were completely expendable were really just a bonus.

Lizette kept wandering around, checking in on places that she might be, when she called it quits for the day.

"...We'll just find her tomorrow."

She rang up her phone to check on Felica's status, since she was infected during the Recon Mission.

"...How's the vaccine affecting her? Oh really? And what's that? Are you kidding? I'll see her in person soon then."

At the very least, the day was getting better.

The **** begins Monday...