1966
Sometimes things change without being any different. Barbara Jared had passed by the Reliable Excavation Demolition base dozens of times, occasionally having to stealth in along with The Courier to drop off supplies. But she’d never taken the front entrance. She’d never stood awkwardly, all her gear and necessary belongings in a duffel bag strapped to her back while being introduced and officially added to the mercenary roster and respawn list. Thank God for Pauling. At least for a few minutes she had a friendly face setting shit up before she was left to be a supreme disappointment to a bunch of other murderers. Cooing from the covered cage in her hands distracts Barbara for a moment and she leans toward it in a soft sort of whispered babytalk.
“Yeah, it’s a new place beeb. I bet it smells funky, huh? You’ll be out soon I promise.”