-Blair Nathair-2009

Blair ducked around a corner, her pistol heald at the ready. The woman didn't know much beyond the Intel that colonel had given her, but that was really all she needed, the place was full of weapons, cyborgs.....and possibly a metal gear.

She felt a grin tugging at her cheeks, she loved a challenge and I'd Intel was correct,  she might catch a glimpse of her first metal gear, just like her hero, solid snake.

She shook her head and refocused herself, "come on Blair, keep it together,  we can't have another Jessamine incident, remembering her time fighting the KGB agent and then before instead....

Her thoughts trailed off as she remembered the night and following day, she wasn't sure that those wounds would ever heal all the way.

She made her way through the facility like a ghost, hardly noticed by any of the gaurds, PMC soldiers by the look of them, maybe even cyborgs. She gulped a little at the thought, as good as she was, cyborgs were usually better in face to face combat.

As she moved around a corner she found what she was looking for,  the hostage,  or rather,  what was left of him as he was in several pieces all over the room.

"Oh fuck.....no... shit!" She couldn't believe the cruelty, In Her training she had been prepared for many things,  but this was something else.

"Enjoying the art show beautiful?" To Blair's horror she could feel the hot breath on the back of her neck, even worse was the cold blade pressing against the front.

The voice the spoke behind her was a seductive woman's, each word dripping with a malicious venom.

"I'd drop that gun if I were you, wouldn't want to ruin that lovely face of yours," as the attacker spoke she draped her arm across the other woman's chest.

Blair wasn't very keen on this idea, ske liked her gun and her face. With a confidence she didn't feel she attempted to put steel into her voice, "y-y'know, I was about to say the same to you, but I'm a bad lier!" She slamed her head backwards, skull colliding with the captors nose, the satisfying crunch accompanied by a string of curses in German.

Blair swung around to gaze upon her attacker, she's was a moderately tall woman, around 6' matching Blair, her face framed with slightly shorter then shoulder length red hair. The faint lines on her face and exposed arms marked her as a cyborg.

"Good hit .......Dullahan," Blair flinched at the familiar nickname, it had been a name she had worn in the past.... days she didn't even remembered, days she'd only learned about through stealing data from her comanders.....

"You......you know of my past? You know who I was?" Normally her training would've forced her to ignore this massive bombshell, but it didn't matter now. Having no memory past her VR training,  no memory of friends or family,  no knowledge of anything except one name, Dullahan.

The red head grinned with nod, "I do, the Irish reaper, daughter of Solidus, child of war. Yes, I know you, we worked very closely before a certain someone got their hands on you."

Blair couldn't believe this. NO! This isn't right,  this must be a trick, a lie!

"Bullshit!" She growled as she threw a savage punch at the cyborgs face, unfortunately the scorpion like mechanical tail attached to the other woman's back was much quicker as it caught her arm.

"Please don't Dullahan,  I really don't want to hurt you," 

Blair glared into her eyes, not willing to believe the look was genuine.

"Oh, but I do....."

Seemingly out of thin air a blade swung down towards the arm being heald by her attackers tail.

It is at this moment that Blair awakes, sitting up straight in her bed.

"Shit!" She mutters to herself as she felt the phantom pain in her limbs, most pressingly her right arm tonight.

"Damn memories.......getting worse," With a grunt she looked towards the holographic alarm clock, 2018, nine years since that day.

"Welp, might as well get to work, getting up she moved to her closet and found her button up suite, pants and bowtie.

Grabbing her keys and kneeling down, she pet her calico kitten, "Alright Meadow,  see ya in a bit, don't touch my curtains," looking around one last time she exited her apartment, heading to Olympus Hights PMC HQ.