A Darker War Ahead
V is alone in Heywood 3:55 am, slowly walking towards a Delamain vehicle, pistol tightly gripped; eyes scanning over each shoulder, "My client specifically requested to meet with you." Delamain politely replies.
The door opens automatically as V's head tilts to one side. Pepe? Pepe Najarro is laying in the backseat covered in his own blood, she collapses over Pepe and touches his shoulder. " Shit what happened? "There isn't much time." Pepe coughs blood. "Maelstrom shot up the place. El coyote Cojo is .... it's all gone...another war." "Stop talking!" V see's the gunshot wound to the chest and applies pressure with her left hand. V's left knee pushes against the seat as her Kiroshi optics anticipates shadows moving around her. Out from against red neon signs walk one of the maelstrom. She drags the end of her baseball bat against the wet concrete road.
"Wrong place, wrong time bitch HA!" giggles the maelstrom. V grits her teeth. Her expression changes as she feels Pepe's grip slowly slipping from her hand. Pepe gasps for air. "It appears if Mr. Najarro's is not treated immediately he will die." Delamain urgently suggests. Delamains stare sends a cold chill through V's Kerenzikov. V's body jolts backwards from the impact of a shotgun blast to her right arm. "Mother fucker!" she SCREAMS.
V shakes it off due to her subdermal armor. "Get him to a hospital now Delamain!" she YELLED. V quickly closes the door behind her, loud gunshots smash and scraping against the armored car.