Veronica shuffled to the van with haste. (Lmao StrikeForce Van) The night festered unevenly and aggravated. Clouds mimed the moon, while lining with transparency. Throwing open the door to the StrikeForce Van, Veronica jumped inside. Slamming the door behind her, she shoved her arm into one of the multiple pockets cloaking her backpack. Pulling out a Killer7 magnum, her heart almost wanted to burst. It was a powerful gun, used for manipulation and mutilation...Veronica, deep in her concussion, pleaded that she would never have to use it against someone else ever again.

 "What should we do with this body?"

"Leave it, we have to find Veronica first."

  Racing with anticipation to see their daughter's face again mored on their hearts. Lightning and thunder collaborated with the rain to combine into a fatal dance of hopes and dangerous, 'what-ifs'.

 A gun fire shot, the noise echoed across the clearing. Swiftly casting their heads towards the explosion of screams in their ears, they witnessed a body fall smashing into the concrete below. Behind the collapsed being, was a little girl. Wielding a gun, it was obvious she was shaking and scared beyond her wits.  

 "Veronica!"