Racoon City came up to view as a woman driving on a motorcycle sped up, the engine roaring loudly as she drove it past a gas station on fire.
A voice came from the ear piece in her ear, "...now I did say what's mine is yours...but don't wreck that motorcycle—please."
The woman huffs, the wind rushing through her hair as she came up to a truck on it's side, acting like a border between the outside world and into the city, a metal piece sticking out.
"—this is the 6th time you ruin a motorcycle driving it recklessly—" the voice continues but she ignores it entirely before pushing the gas pedal hard as she drives onto the metal piece and flying into Racoon city.
The motorcycle lands hard and she blinks, "add another motorcycle to the list. This one couldn't resist the landing either." She says with a monotone voice.
"What?! Are you serious—?!"
"Should've worn a helmet."
"Now is not the time to be joking around—you own—"
She taps her ear, turning off the device as she inspects her surroundings, this once lively city now belonged to the dead. Patting her coat, she takes out her ID badge and straps it around her thigh before reaching up to the red tie around her neck and tugging it loose a bit.
The collar underneath it beeps, signaling that her mission has started and she finishes adjusting the sleeves of her black suit.
Walking ahead, her eyes look up at Raccon City's Police Department building and her lips form into tight frown before she slams her fist into an undead that was getting close to her. It falls to the floor, killed instantly from the hit and she continues on.
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Doll to Mrs. Kennedy
FanfictionOnce Umbrella's strongest creation, [Name], CodeName : 'Voymastina', works as a federal agent in the government. Despite betraying her creators, she still holds the title of the 'strongest doll.' Now, she was sent to Racoon City on a short notice wh...
