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My name is Marjo Black and I am a bounty hunter.
I used to be in the twelve man Mercenary group known as “Dusk Storm Team”

Our services are usually sold to the high end bidders and the team itself ranges from assassinations to bodyguard assignments, we did good due to high morale and insanely great performances as long as our “leader” didn’t badger us on even the smallest duties and even argue about it.

Until one fateful day one of our members “Logan” the dude who eats when he’s nervous, his weakness is discovered.

His “secret stash” has nothing but a four course chicken dinners in it. Our leader who is an unbelievable pathological narcissist exploited the weakness nonstop 24/7, the members including the second in command telling him to stop and the weight gain is affecting his performance as well the squad’s morale, as the second in command had the balls to call him out for stuffing Logan and the usual, verbally abusing us, keeping most of the money to himself, and even harshly punishing him for screwing up and those said punishments he received is worse than we endure, for him standing up to the crumbling team and me and the rest of the members taking his side he got enraged and roared at us.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO MISTER, ITS HELPING HIM DO BETTER!” he spewed.
There was this fateful time we we’re raiding a totalitarian compound and it’s riddled with minefields, death traps, and a big ass kennel full of huge as fuck guard dogs.
As we’re infiltrating the premises to stop the tyrant and beat him at his own game, Logan got exhausted as he was heavily obese, out of shape, and yearning to pass out, he fainted and set off the chain reaction that killed most of us and left the rest of us gravely injured.
As for me, I almost died from those dogs clawing and biting me like crazy and I got a bit punctured by the mine’s shrapnel, as well an enemy sniper shot my foot as I struggled and thrashed.

The rest of us got banged up from the unfortunate events which killed seven of our teammates and left me, Illyana, Okkuu, and Tabatha, heavily injured and almost died.
During the funeral the now batshit insane leader forces us to eat the rest of the chicken dinners while roasting us to honor our fallen teammates, in his words “that batshit looney has paid for his stupidity and now you’re all gonna eat it!”

After all that drama i cried myself to sleep, i’m also prone to anxiety induced outbursts and even going far as to guilt-trip and emotionally abuse myself.
I was down and out until there was this one girl that goes by “Liandra” who perked me up and gave me a new purpose, her second in command when it comes to bounty hunting.

My arsenal consists of a rifle sword combo, stabbing and shooting enemies at the same time is pretty cool but getting the guts off of me is quite a hassle, I also got a ray gun, spiked brass knuckles with blades, and a swiss army knife which i never leave home without
Cross me and you’ll be powdered toast with more holes than cheese.

Since the self help Liandra gave along with accompanying her with some bounty hunt missions, i’m back on my tracks and stopped cowering, even that crazy broad that goes by Jenni acknowledged me and we befriended each other as we have so much in common regarding dealing with narcissistic bastards.

Until next time viewers, my Holo-friend has started the briefing for the next mission
Sayonara for now