The nightmares of Florian's death didn't stop after that one night, every time Anna so much as tried to fall asleep she saw him sitting on the bed where she lied. The dreams were a mix of either him showing affection, or distaste, either way they all had one common ending -he died-. It gave Anna a sense of misplaced guilt, but she didn't dare mention Florian to Freja or even show the slightest expression that she felt somewhat guilty. Anna got almost no sleep during the week in the infirmary, partially because of Florian, partially to make sure whatever men wanted her dead didn't get a second chance to surprise her. Within 4 days her neck had healed, she was able to sit up and stretch. The bed where she laid was sweaty and distasteful from previous pilots being treated and lying upon it, she didn't draw any bit of comfort despite Freja's numerous attempts to keep her comfortable within the first few days. After 7 days of waiting, she got up and found she was able to walk again, the shrapnel would had healed -to an extent-, she couldn't run for long without internal bleeding rendering her immobile. It didn't matter, she wouldn't have to run to catch the person she was looking for. Anna had memorized the call sign of the ship which shot her, it belonged to non-other than another lieutenant looking for a fighter wing to command, likely to better his career. At this point, Anna didn't care if it was Meisnerr himself, that officer was a dead man.
Ironically, her first instinct after being released from the infirmary was to go see the damage her ship suffered, she was expecting the worst. Anna walked out to the hangar bay, her coat made her stick out from the rest of the pilots sprinting to their ships in flight suits. She looked about before spotting her ship, which wasn't in nearly as bad condition as she had predicted. The lower wing and beams connecting it to the belly of the ship were damaged heavily, the bottom engine was practically totaled. However, the top of the ship was untouched except for the mine dropper -which was missing-. Anna walked over to one of the engineers. How long?The engineer had his head stuffed into his toolbox looking for something, upon hearing Anna's voice his head snapped in her direction, after realizing she was the pilot he spoke up. Likely two weeks, unless the fresh supplies we were promised from Wolfsberg arrive any faster. She was ready rip the officer's spine out. Two weeks in some dumpster made by Hessian rekruts? No way. Well what am I going to fly for the next two weeks since we both know you aren't getting those supplies. She replied with a snarky tone. The Engineer twitched his head up in the direction of another fighter, it was an Odin. Anna had never touched the controls of an Odin before, Liam said they were more advanced but Anna still didn't like the idea of flying something she hadn't adjusted and customized. Whatever, she didn't have to touch the ship until called upon by the Omega-5 Oberkommando, which would be a while since she was presumed dead until very recently.
Anna made her way back to her barracks, everything was still in place surprisingly. No one had touched anything, not even her engagement ring Florian had bought her. The nicely cut blood diamond on top might've gone for a high price in some parts of the Omegas. Anna shifted through her belongings to make sure she had everything. She pulled out a small notepad, jotted down the officer's name "Lt. Amand Beltz". After looking through the station's records she saw who he was and the location of his quarters. Killing him out in the open, or with a firearm would make it too obvious, unless...
Anna headed back to her quarters, threw on some gloves, and her jacket. Anna went up to the officers quarters, as the door opened she walked in gripping her brass knuckles, ready to punch his skull in if he was home. The room was empty, nothing but a desk with some documents, some closed drawers, and his bed. Anna went through the drawers quickly, she found his gun loaded in one of the drawers. She looked through some of the other drawers, trying to find a suppressor if he had one. After shifting through the drawers for a short while she found nothing and decided to kill him in another fashion. Anna turned out the lights, and waited by the door, about 30 minutes had passed when she snapped awake to the sound of chatter outside in the hall. Her heart began to race as she herd footsteps just outside the door, just as she reached for her brass knuckles in her pocket the door opened. She stood back against the wall, the darkness concealed everything but her iris, which were a rich blue from her racing heart. Anna kicked the door shut. Miss me? Before the officer could react to the sound of her voice, she threw her left arm around his neck. She grabbed her left hand with her left tricep with her right hand, tightening the choke hold. The officer struggled, he tried grabbing her face, but Anna's grip didn't let up. Her muscular profile and height worked to her advantage, she towered over the officer standing at 5'10" in comparison to the officer being only 5'6". With his lack of endurance he was choking on death within the next minute. His lifeless body collapsed as she loosened her grip on him, now all that was left was to paint out the scene. Anna took off the officers jacket and tied one end of it around his neck, she tied the other around a ceiling light, framing the scene to be suicide. She didn't pay him any attention, he got far less than what he deserved, she left the room for her barracks.
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