"...Busy Day?"
Brian turns around to see the woman in black he found in his backyard from the prior evening... sitting on the couch in the now dimly lit and tattered house. With that jet black Nue pointed at his skull sponge, she sat comfortably on the living room couch adjacent to the kitchen area and his father's chair. The steady rain outside occasionally wafts in with the strong breeze continuing to soak the patio and entrance to his home. The rolling thunder compliments the sparse cracks of lightning adding to the tension.
Instinctually, Brian makes some quick and familiar observations of the woman as he assesses her. Tall and lanky... dressed like an operator... wouldn't be surprised if she was a solo... perhaps a merc even. Upon second glance however... the picture becomes far clearer. Excluding the jacket, her kit looks formally retrofitted... all the way down to her boots. The various implants he could barely notice are clearly tailored to her specific figure... minimal EMP threading... minimal LEDS. Her chrome weaved cleanly with both her ganic flesh and high quality RealSkinn... so well that he could hardly tell if or what she had. This level of professional work...? The silent thought hits him conclusively:
"Corpo."
He calmly raises his eyebrows and tilts his head slightly showing his deep neck wound that ran up from his chest to his jawline. The deep gash barely covered by blood stained gauze has left his light skin raw and red. Several quick flashes of Brian's intense scrap with the Mantis Bladed Tyger Claw are seen alongisde Graves being stabbed and Brian unloading Lexington rounds into the back of the Tyger's head. A silent flash of lightning briefly fills the room followed by a crackle of rolling thunder.
The woman raises her eyebrows in slight surprise before speaking through her black leather facemask... her voice is feminine yet fairly gruff.
"VERY busy day i see." The woman looks Brian up and down noticing his condition and the urn he had just rested on the kitchen counter. She then glances around the house while Brian stands there silent... she continues.
"Y'know, i almost thought this place abandoned. I was probably gonna-"
"Are you alright..?" Brian interrupts.
The woman raises her eyebrows again shocked and chuckles before gesturing at him. "Am i alright..? Ha"
"You didn't look it last i saw you..." He looks down and away slightly while wrinkling his eyebrows. "To be frank... I haven't been able to get it out of my head."
"Where is it?" She asks while squinting her eyes and nodding her head up... iron still trained on him. The extended barrel on that jet black Nue made it look like a cannon.
He lets out a tired deep breath "...Where's what."
She pauses and crosses her long legs, rubbing the tight black leather together before continuing with that feminine and gruff voice alongside the sounds of pattering rain.
"You know... I gotta be honest... it wasn't easy getting the spec on you."
Brian's posture shifts slightly as he grows more attentive. She continues.
"Your records spotted... barring several mediocre run-ins with NCPD i'd say its pretty vanilla... No more... current living relatives" She glances at the bloodied lazyboy. "And no known associates either.."
Brian wrinkles his eyebrows while continuing to look at her... Almost attempting to check her condition. Several quick flashes of how she looked when Brian found her in his backyard rush through his mind. The panic on her bloodied face... her iron shaking in her hand... her gasp of fear. The woman shifts her weight on the couch, switching her crossed legs and setting her Nue down by her side.
"You said it yourself... vanilla." Brian responds dismissively.
"Mm.. that was before digging." She crosses her arms and rests her back up against the couch in an even more passive posture. "You've done several gigs... no record of who for. Few and far between but big scores nonetheless. The only real pattern to emerge was the lack of traces found in the work..." She raises her eyebrows and scratches the back of her head. "It just got me thinking... who the hell does this guy have scrubbing data for him...? Must be good."
Rolling thunder rests alongside a brief pause... she asks. "You F.I.A?"
Brian scoffs and smiles while putting his hands on his forehead, turning and looking away... he responds in a ridiculing tone: "F.I.A..." he chuckles condescendingly.
She continues. "Even if you got someone good enough to scrub intel for you... can't get rid of everything. Arroyo born into a military family-"
As she rattles off basic public information, Brian becomes completely disinterested in what shes saying or talking about. He turns his back towards her to reach onto the counter for his pack of smokes. While doing this, the woman, still looking at him, tilts her head up slightly and pauses... almost preparing for what shes about to say next.
"Marilyn Parker."
Brian immediately stops mid motion and glances back toward her over his shoulder. The rolling thunder and pattering rain hitting the windows takes over the brief dead silence...
"Sister to one Evelyn Park-"
Brian turns and snap draws his Lexington pointing it directly at her... she gasps as her eyes open wide. The spinal column of the woman fires triggering her sandevistan. She flashes behind Brian yanking one of his arms behind his back and slamming him head first into the kitchen counter pinning him to it as his Lexington goes flying. The force pressing against Brian feels like the weight of a car as he hopelessly struggles against it.
"Struck a nerve?!" She barks through her teeth as she holds Brian down feeling him resist.
Brian's open wounds begin to run again as his blood starts to leak onto the sleeve of the woman's black leather Kuomori trench coat. She continues gritting her teeth "Wanna tell me about her? Cuz i couldn't find SHIT!...why is that huh?!"
Brian slowly begins to stop struggling and resisting as the blood loss and force leads to a ringing in his ears... muffling and distorting the woman's demands and questions... He passes out.