Notes

The ambiance is gloomy in City Seventeen, the ground appears to be lightly coated with frost from last night's blizzard. The sky is filled with a light mist, obfuscating the area, making the eye seem myopic when trying to focus too heavily. Though in the near distance as your shoulders hunch up towards the side of your neck to remain warm, the horripilation in your arms cause you to be more wearied as you traverse through the inches thick of snow, a pair of blue lights that are about three-fingers in width with each other, there was four in total. The stoical silhouette of the individuals continued to trundle through the snow. You stand still in the moment, knowing exactly who they are, but your intentions are not ill to be approached in such a grim way. Still, you are donning a tattered black coat, the fibers on the bottom have been frayed from the constant dragging from extensive use, perhaps it wasn't for your size? It was wet too, but to avail, it kept you warm. The beanie that you forced down over your red velvet hair kept you warm, it smelt like you, your pervasive scent of womanly shampoo and perfume as your hair remained damp from being in the midsts of the misty fog. Your hands are covered by knitted gloves that someone significant gave you, the wind kept blowing through the little ornate patterns, exposing you to the frigid temperates, so you shoved them into your coat pockets gracefully. Your deep-blue mesmerizing eyes tracked the individuals that seem to be wandering down the path towards you. Your thighs, which are noticeably significant in size compared to the others, are thinly covered by white and black tiger stripped camouflage. You stand there under the spotlight of the street lamp as rusted, old dilapidated buildings surrounded you, creaking as the wind strikes the corrugated sheets of metal that makes up the outer shell of most of these buildings. Your soft lips remained shut, lightly coated with cherry-red lip balm, lightly slicking up around your tongue tasting the scent of the aphrodisiac fruit. You would've tied the stem of
a knot within mere seconds to only know that you were a good kisser. Your cheeks radiate a light hue of pink as your thighs rub against each other, keeping yourself warm down there especially. Your backside leaned against the concrete wall on a street corner usually, it would be busy around the time you are at now, but the troublesome weather kept everyone indoors. Knowing why you were outside at this point is unknown, though judging by how curious and ditzy you were, you were just looking for attention. The figures are soon recognized, they are both feminine in figure, their arms are skinny and their chest is smaller compared to a male. Their boots shared even shared your size. Her voice is vocoded for ambiguity, however, you are a very observant girl so you knew that they were definitely someone like you in that uniform. Still, the menacing presence of Combine authority sends impulses through your backside, writhing a bit as your legs again continue to rub together, your breathes soon become more labored due to this. Your honeyed tone begins to break the silence of the approaching civil protection offficers: "H-hey..." you speak in your timidly honeyed tone as part of your face digs into the coat's collar, your shoulders touching the tip of your ears as you continue to address them. The figures stopped in their tracks three feet in front of you, they both stare at you with their eyes, indistinctable radio chatter emanates through one of the officer's radio. One of them acknowledges you in an oddly friendly manner: "Good evening, miss." her projected artificial blue lenses noticed your brown-tier loyalist armband. You seem to be more relaxed by the officer's reciprocation. The other officer stood alongside of the woman, being quite passive as the two exchange briefly. Usually, the officer would demand identification upon demand, however, they continued towards their duty belt, along the backside is a ten-inch PDA display, she pointed at it with her gloved finger as her PMG gas mask bellows in huffs as it takes a bit extra to intake in oxygen through various filters. "Have you seen this individual?" omitting the word "citizen" as she showed no allegiance to the Union anymore; the woman's appearance, a blonde haired, blue eyed woman of nordic descent, she had a motherly figure that you always yearned for, she was close, very close. It struck your mind instantaneous, your eyes widened slightly, you peeked down rather fast as you downcasted, the officer was quite curious on the sudden gesture though you were dismissive on the manner, "Sorry, the w-wind is quite cold... But, no, I have never seen her before." saying it confidently as your kept your composure soon after, re-establishing eye contact with the authority figure, slowly craning your neck up as you done so. Acknowledging you with a more sincere and human mannerism: sympathizing with you as you were only minding your own business. "I understand, miss. I apologize for disrupting you here. Loyalist rations are distributed in about two hour's time by the way, it may be difficult to see through this fog, but there are reflecting indicators laid down the along street to point you in the right direction." explained to the officer as they broke their stiff posture to point around towards her backside, down the underpass which led you along up to the Ration Distribution Center. You can clearly see that she's visibly armed, a loaded Heckler and Koch 9mm pistol that was strapped to her left thigh and her ideal discipline tool the stunstick. The officer's partner also had the same armament, but they seem to be a rookie-in-training, only observing the two's interaction as they converse. You would also notice the "i5" adorning on the armband below the Union's ensign. "Thanks... I appreciate it--" not knowing how to acknowledge the officer's identity they would quickly catch on to this as you draw out your appreciation, "Ah, it's 'ma'am." I thought you would have figured that out already." letting out a slight vocoded chuckle her partner shook their head slightly, not saying a word as her mentor was an "i2", comparable to a Corporal, a non-commissioned officer in rank. Your heels clicked together as you shifted your back against the wall. "Aha, well ma'am." your eyes peek around to ensure nobody is within earshot, the officer continued to stare down at you curiously but the expressionless mask continues to do its due diligence in hiding such facial gestures from the officer, "I appreciate the help... But, uhm, if I find her, I'll be sure to report it immediately." showing the false allegiance made the female officer more delighted as a fair nod comes from her. She turns her head back towards the main road, beckoning her colleague to accompany her, "Hail the Union." a conclusion for your awkward conversation with the officer as the two continue to trundle down the road, eventually disappearing in the midst of the fog. "Oh, my god... M-mommy..." you gawked, then whispered despondently under your breath. The female in question's name is simply put as "Ann" as everyone who crossed paths with her wanted to call her as such. She is on the Combine's kill list for defecting against the Union back in November of 2017, where she was formerly a Helix Unit serving under the digits "91287". Possessing versed knowledge in first-aid and small-arms, she's now in hiding. And you, her sissy daughter, is all that she has. The officer had slight suspicion of you however your response was typical for the most part as any approach from the civil protection usually ended up with adverse actions. You stayed there at the spot you were originally at, pondering at the thought of your mommy, knowing that she can be killed at anytime. You even appreciate her more due to the fact that she's willing to lay her life down for you, though she's not that easy to give up in a fight. In your simple mind, you thought of her warm milk that filled your tummy to the brim with her motherly juice.

To be continued...