[ She's already got one successful β albeit messy β mission under her belt and given the hits she sustained in the inevitable tangle with the UNA, one should be more than enough. But Peggy Carter isn't one to take things lightly, particularly when compromised agents and their families are on the line, and not long after her team has escorted their target to a safehouse, she's moving back out. (She shouldn't, is the thing, at least not without a breather. But the adrenaline is still pumping, dulling the injuries she'll no doubt feel in a few hours.)
This was meant to be an assist. Her implant had pinged a nearby apartment with the indication that another Morningstar agent was already on site to extract their colleague, but something's wrong. When she gets to the floor, she sees why β the rescue's gone south, one agent dead and the other sedated and on the way out with UNA soldiers. But Peggy's thrown a wrench in that smooth escape, firing at them from the hallway and using the doorway as cover. Prompto arrives not long after her, likely with the same idea, and were it not for the mask, she'd be flashing a grin at him now.
Even as the bullets spark off the painted metal wall she's currently sheltering behind. ]
I might just, [ comes her reply, whipping back into the doorframe to return fire, and ducking back. ] They have an agent. Distract them while I go in?
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This was meant to be an assist. Her implant had pinged a nearby apartment with the indication that another Morningstar agent was already on site to extract their colleague, but something's wrong. When she gets to the floor, she sees why β the rescue's gone south, one agent dead and the other sedated and on the way out with UNA soldiers. But Peggy's thrown a wrench in that smooth escape, firing at them from the hallway and using the doorway as cover. Prompto arrives not long after her, likely with the same idea, and were it not for the mask, she'd be flashing a grin at him now.
Even as the bullets spark off the painted metal wall she's currently sheltering behind. ]
I might just, [ comes her reply, whipping back into the doorframe to return fire, and ducking back. ] They have an agent. Distract them while I go in?