Chapter 3, part 2: Sharkbait
---The day before the operation---
Lina fashioned herself a hammock in an old abandoned hospital out of old bedsheets and some old nails lying around. Her den den rang, " beedil beedil beedil bee". She glared at it with blood shot eyes and a cloudy head, with fatigue coursing through her veins. Despite her arms feeling like sandbags, she answered the call. " Tired of being on the run yet girl"? She let the snail rest on her stomach and yawned deeply. " Yah but I ain't going thar. Galley-La co. Marines. Governmint. S'---all the same". They've had this conversation more than once. Things were tough,but she preferred to be a lone wolf than compromise her principles anymore than she had already done so, in order to survive." I got an idea how to get those hammerheads,but I'll need dche'er trust skips". She shrugged and gave him the go ahead. The den den fell silent, heavy footsteps were fast approaching. Their thunderous stomps echoed down the half, with only the grunt's in fighting as the only hindrance she really had at this point. " Found you poppet". The snail was different, it had a pair of black sunglasses and a scaley face. With sharp knife like teeth smiling back at her.
She tossed the snail out the window and threw on her cloak as the first fishman barged into the room. It slashed down onto her, nearly cutting her in half. She lunged forth, strong foot forward as she unleashed her sorrowful Sandai Kitetsu, " Silver fang". The fishmen fell silent, their legs buckling under as she zipped past them.
She lunged forth and nearly jumped down every flight of stairs in an effort to get out of there. On the second floor she unsheathed her blade to slash a door leading out of the stairwell, using her shoulder to crash through it. Her pursuer slashed horizontally, but she managed to duck under it while rolling forward and out the nearest window. Dropping nearly 20 feet off the ground and into the dirt, pain shot up through her limbs and if they were set on fire.But with no time to rest she fought through the pain with a scowl, rushing into the construction zone 8.
---The day before the operation---
Lina fashioned herself a hammock in an old abandoned hospital out of old bedsheets and some old nails lying around. Her den den rang, " beedil beedil beedil bee". She glared at it with blood shot eyes and a cloudy head, with fatigue coursing through her veins. Despite her arms feeling like sandbags, she answered the call. " Tired of being on the run yet girl"? She let the snail rest on her stomach and yawned deeply. " Yah but I ain't going thar. Galley-La co. Marines. Governmint. S'---all the same". They've had this conversation more than once. Things were tough,but she preferred to be a lone wolf than compromise her principles anymore than she had already done so, in order to survive." I got an idea how to get those hammerheads,but I'll need dche'er trust skips". She shrugged and gave him the go ahead. The den den fell silent, heavy footsteps were fast approaching. Their thunderous stomps echoed down the half, with only the grunt's in fighting as the only hindrance she really had at this point. " Found you poppet". The snail was different, it had a pair of black sunglasses and a scaley face. With sharp knife like teeth smiling back at her.
She tossed the snail out the window and threw on her cloak as the first fishman barged into the room. It slashed down onto her, nearly cutting her in half. She lunged forth, strong foot forward as she unleashed her sorrowful Sandai Kitetsu, " Silver fang". The fishmen fell silent, their legs buckling under as she zipped past them.
She lunged forth and nearly jumped down every flight of stairs in an effort to get out of there. On the second floor she unsheathed her blade to slash a door leading out of the stairwell, using her shoulder to crash through it. Her pursuer slashed horizontally, but she managed to duck under it while rolling forward and out the nearest window. Dropping nearly 20 feet off the ground and into the dirt, pain shot up through her limbs and if they were set on fire.But with no time to rest she fought through the pain with a scowl, rushing into the construction zone 8.