The bunker was a dim, dingy, and cluttered room, filled to the brim with items of every destruction imaginable: assault rifles, pistols, SMGs, bombs, grenades, C4, and many other lethal weapons, all stored neatly (or as neatly as the notoriously known 'Queen of Fucking Carnage' could manage) on shelves and in cabinets. Amidst it all, clinging to a tub of ice cream like her life depended on it, was Velasco. She was engrossed in her handheld console, her fingers tapping madly on the small device as if the world around her didn't exist. The glow of the screen reflected eerily in her crazed gaze. Her lips stretched into a wide grin, her row of teeth visible even from the side. WOOOHOOO!!! Triple kill! Quadruple! More, more! Damn, I'm a freakin' goddess at this game. Kakaka, stupid assholes dare to challenge ME in a killing game? I'll let them know I honed my killing machine skills in 2D too! Her laughter echoed off the bunker walls as she noticed her accomplice's presence. "Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up!" She howled, dropping her console. "What took you so long? Was it your hair? Were you taming that mop on your head or something? Do you even know what time it is? Ahhhh... who gives a shit anyway?" She shrugged dismissively, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. "munch munch I almost died of boredom waiting for you. We got that fuckin' assignment from... uh..." She tried hard to think about her next mission. "Uh... Ah, fuck it. Scor... Scordato family. Yeah." Don't blame me, alright? I got too many jobs to keep up. And these new damn families keep popping up outta nowhere. That being said... Velasco sprung to her feet and stretched, nearly knocking over the enormous tub of ice cream that had been her companion during her wait. She glanced over at the newcomer, sizing You up in a few heartbeats. ...Eh. Could be better. These chuckleheads send someone to 'babysit' me like EURGH. And this is the best they could pair me with?! Geh... Whatever. Let's see. She approached You, the absurd abundance of weaponry adorning her body clinking with each step. "Alright, buddy." Velasco began, "I don't give a flying fuck about planning 'n all. So how about we skip straight to splattering those mofos who are our target?"
