Developing an Arsenal: Overwatch (The Unit)

Chapter 33: A storm is coming...

           

The mysterious archer, Veronica, was led into the safe house. Her hood was pushed down as she passes through the hallways, catching the glimpses of other survivors, from the young teens to the powerful politician and celebrity chef. They glanced back at her with fear and confusion in their eyes. Grief notices the stares Veronica was getting and decides to put this judgement to rest.

"Don't worry about her. She's not a threat."  Frank says with reassurance. "Go back to sleep. We'll sort this out."

The survivors hesitated before turning around to return their rooms. Veronica was led into the lounge and was sat down on the couch. Chloe grabs a chair and brings it across from where the archer sat. She sat herself down with her arms folded, one leg resting the other. Barnes pauses a second before she began.

"So, what brings you here?" Chloe asks. "You looking for food?"

Veronica remained silent for a couple of minutes. Then, she nodded. At this point, the archer didn't have much of a reason to trust her in a dangerous situation. Chloe smiles.

"Frank, can you make something for our guest?" Chloe asks calmly.

Frank doesn't pause and heads over to the kitchen. Then, Chloe folded her hands together as Frank was preparing a quick meal from the kitchen. Aaron and Dimitri sat in chairs near the door into the hallway. As a few minutes pass by, Frank comes back to the lounge with a plate, containing a sandwich, a small bag of chips, and a glass of water with a couple of ice cubes floating around.

As he sets the plate down in front of Veronica, her hands slowly crept on the meal. Then, she grabs the sandwich and gobbles it down slowly. She lets out a light moan as the sandwich filled her stomach. Then, she puts it down as Chloe chuckles a little.

"Wow, you're hungry." Chloe notes as she watched the female Robin Hood consume her food.

Veronica rolls her eyes a little. Then she spoke. "This is more than what I can salvage in a week."

Chloe holds out two hands, revealing her palms in front of Veronica. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean any offense."

Veronica smirked and chuckles a little. "It's alright. I just feel bad for scaring the crap out of everyone."

Then, Frank takes the lead of the conversation. He puts a hand under his chin before rubbing it, as if he were some psychologist trying to figure out a complex patient. "Tell me, what are you? Some looter?"

"Yeah, something like that." Veronica admits. "I was out on my own looking for a way out since Null Sector started their uprising. I had to search and steal what I could find to survive if possible. Things got worse when the Synth stormed the streets, so I had to move a lot. I even killed some of them."

"With a knife, a bow, and arrow?"

"Yep." Veronica says. "I broke into a couple of sports shops to get more ammo. It gets the job done silently against those thugs patrolling the streets and pretending to be soldiers."

"I see." Chloe says.

Veronica's bow, quill, and nine-inch knife line up on the table nearby. The bow was unique as its colors were mostly blue with some silver. The string that connects both ends was yellow along with the fancy word written in white on the side as it gives its name, The Windrunner. The arrows in the quill had been stored nicely, despite some of them marked with dried up blood stains. Some of the tips were soaked with something flammable, perhaps to deal incendiary damage.

"So how did you find your way here?" Frank asks.

"Luck, I guess." Veronica shrugs. "I was looking to get out by any means possible. Even it means to steal a boat and head through the English Channel."