08-05-2012, 11:08 PM
Kendra Grismelheim: The Detective
Kendra woke up in her comfy bed at 1100. "Shit." she said when she looked at he alarm, cursing it for failing to awake her from her slumber. She had had a long night, chasing tracks and trails well into the night, but to no avail. She had yet to find any more messages relating to this "secret weapon, and the few notes she had were just vague enough to drive her crazy. She was beginning to get obsessed with it. Why were they so confident that this could change the war? What kind of evil trickery could they be up to? Kendra needed to know. Undoubtedly, this had come about through some inhumane experiments, probably on humans, and probably resulted in the deaths of many innocent lives. Just like her father. He was just a regular man, doing what he was passionate about, and some evil men had come and destroyed her world just because they couldn't understand the prosperity in unity that Harrow offered.
Kendra decided to wear her charcoal and crimson uniform. The active camouflage belt she wore made it so she could wear any color she wanted, and still be unseen when she wished to be. As she finished slipping into her uniform, she heard voices approah her tent. She could not make out what they were saying, but she decided to step out into the crisp chilly air and see what they were talking about.
The two guards were just talking idle talk, but they stopped mid conversation to gawk at Kendra in her skin tight uniform. She liked what she could do to men. She enjoyed the attention, and she thanked the creator for his many blessings she had received. But this was a military establishment, and everyone knew what would happen if they stared for too long, so she gave them an icy stare, and they continued on their way. Kendra then started walking towards the command tent, eager to catch up on the work time she missed sleeping in.
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