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Brandon had two territory battles under his belt now and a kill. He was still rather new to what this city was like, with it's undead wandering around and all, so he decided to do what he did every time he survived a fire fight. He celebrated. A bite at a club and then he was off to find Quin so they could celebrate in their own fashions.


Brandon's callsign while he was deployed was what he went by now, Reaper. He had earned that callsign during his third fire fight. Not only was his bodycount higher than most Grunts, but he had just as many near misses, bullets missing him by a hair, grenades going off just out of kill radius, rpgs hitting next to him but not detonating. He should have been called Lucky. His eyes scanned the alleys as he walked down the street from honeymead station. He'd run into Quin eventually since he was tracking her with his Wraith that was aptly named Death.

Quin popped out of thin air behind her prey.....and ran her tongue up the back of his neck....

Having been in a couple of battles with the guy she'd seen him dodge more bullets than she had court dates, so she couldn't help but take a shine 'Reaper' as the intestines flew, the bodies stacked up and even with a fair amount of bullet in him he'd still been cracking wise. Quin had been doing her 'Batman' bit on the roof tops when she had spotted her battle buddy down below, for once she had managed to avoid falling into a crumpled bone heap and wasn't covered in too much blood.

"Hello sexy pants!" she added to her rather unusual greeting, she'd bagged a few boxes of condoms on a B&E earlier and might just have found the perfect person to see if they really did offer "100% Protection!". Hopefully her sudden arrival wouldn't result in a unexpected gunshot wound to the 'baby basket'....not that it mattered....a hole was a hole after all.....

Jumping out at a Veteran was not the smartest thing one could do in this world. Quin didn't get shot but she nearly did. As she livked his neck he visibly jumped and turned to face his assailant. Before he knew what he was doing he had her pinned against the wall and the barrel of his pistol shoved against her ribs. When she spoke he sighed and lowered the pistol.

"Damnit woman! Don't do **** like that. Yer bound ta get shot!" He wrapped the woman in a hug and pressed a kiss to her cheek."Where the hell ya been?"

Pinned against the wall Quin wiggled her eyebrows and rubbed herself against the pistol in her ribs for a moment before it was gone. If it hadn't been for the joys of celerity she didn't doubt that the man would have spotted her coming a mile away.

"Nice reflexes their buddy, and what's a bit of hot lead between friends?...."

She grinned at that, it wasn't like a bullet or two more would dampen her mood tonight. She giggled as Reaper turned the grapple into a hug and a smooch.

"Oh I was just topping up, couldn't just turn up and then run off to grab a snack five minutes after finding you....gotta love the perma hungries....does help with finding 'art supplies' though I must admit..."

She shifted in the clinch a little and gave Reaper a lope sided grin.

"Are you double packing tonight or are you just pleased to see me?......"

She giggled again, with Reaper it could very well be another gun stashed in his pants. If not maybe good old fashioned jump scares stoked his fire so to speak.

Reaper's face contorted into a grin at her innuendo about his 'Gun', he was indeed packing another weapon in his pants but that one was at the small of his back. He released the woman and stepped back to give her some breathing room before he looked her over. " Ya got another masterpeice planned for tonight? Or are ya just stalkin me?" He wouldn't mind ta have a lady such as Quin stalking him, it was nice to have someone watchin over ya every once in a while.

He had an idea. "What say ya ta me and yerself havin a little fun tonight?"

With room to breath again (not that she needed to really) she noticed one of her chest wounds had re-opened. Her healing skills weren't all that good as she generally didn't worry about patching herself up unless it effected her ability to 'Carry on Quinning'. Digging a few different types of bullet out of her pocket she eyed they wound and plugged it with a .308 round before replying.

"Well I was planning on hitting the Orphanage not too far from here....Nuns!.....so much to work with! Flay off the faces and hands, let them drain out for a bit, shove them back in their habits and BAM! Best Halloween store front you ever did see down at Macey's prop shop!"

She was feeling very 'festive' tonight that was for sure, having nibbled a few meth addicts a little while earlier the idea of blowing off some steam with Reaper appealed in a big way.

"What did you have in mind? The Nuns can wait a few days, not like they are going anywhere soon..."

She laughed at that, she had no idea why, but it made sense somewhere in her drug scrambled mind. Maybe ol' Reapy fancied a bit of a murder spree topped off with someone hanky panky on top of a corpse pile? Having not known the man too long it was hard to tell is she'd found a kindred spirit or at least someone up for some general mayhem to break up their nightly routine. With any luck she'd gain some inspiration along the way and end up creating a master piece to boot! A joint work!...maybe Reaper could do some of that magic stuff and make it rampage through the town!

The wheel turned in Quin head, but the Hampster was not only dead, it had also chewed the rungs off the wheel on the way out....