Agent Vector



What Vector looks like, truly, even the Agent's gender, is unknown. Clad in tight, thick armor, both bullet and tear resistant, Vector has proved a perfect spy, scout, and assassin for the governmental organization that Genetech International has become, their influence strengthening in the relative safety of the North. Like most corporations, they seek to expand their influence, specifically to the wilds of the South... to do so, some enduring weeds need to be plucked. Armed with an MP5 and a P95, both with built-in suppressors and set to 9mm to share ammo, as well as a lengthy combat blade. Vector has also been equipped with an active camouflage cloak, top of the line, and pheromone suppressors allowing Vector to sneak past both the living and undead... well, as long as one keeps their distance. Vector's headgear has built-in night vision and infra-red settings, as well as magnification, while also providing air filtration and even a half hour of air for underwater operations, though water nerfs the cloak until it dries out. The gear, combined with top of the line training, makes Vector like the shadow of death, reaping those who would interfere with the Agent's employers.

The soft 'click click' of bullet after bullet being pushed out of a magazine accompanied the sound of flesh tearing and teeth crunching over bone. The Agent's unblinking, blue 'eyes' turned down from the rafter he was perched upon, staring at the grisly scene below. The military outpost, well-defended and well-armed, was awash with blood as the undead feasted upon the true dead. The soldiers, all with a clear bullet hole through their skulls, were being devoured, the doors opened wide. The Agent chuckled, voice coming out dark and warped by the modulator as he said, "Eat up boys, meal is on me." With that, he turned back to the business at hand, emptying the soldier's 9mm handgun's magazines of their rounds. With that done, he began loading the bullets into his own magazines and, once they were full, his ammo boxes.

Once that was done, he stood on the rafter, looking to the skylight he used to enter, and leaped out, unafraid of slipping and falling into the arms of the swarm below. He grabbed the ledge, swinging up and out onto the building's roof. This was the last of the outposts that a sizable, and stable, military organization had, set a fair distance from their base of operations, one of the few that was prepared for the swarm and has thrived, rebuilt even... Genetech couldn't allow that. He'd gathered information on the base and had their defenses all in mind, plans that he pulled out while setting up on the roof top, ripping open an MRE package and planning how to take their defenses down and lead the horde in, the Agent having to raise his mask a bit, showing pale, smooth skin.