Alpha Agent: A Post Apocalyptic LitRPG

Angie

Angie Bloodliner exited her vehicle and grabbed her briefcase from the trunk. A light drizzle had already blanketed the area and it appeared to be getting worse. The weather was garbage, for lack of a better word. Angie’s briefcase was comparatively thicker and heavier than what Dan and Li carried, since her suitcase contained the disassembled parts for her grenade and rocket launcher. Thankfully, she wasn’t just any teenage girl having to lug around this heavy case. She was an Alpha agent on a mission.

She looked up to admire the aesthetics of the Revelation hotel. Nothing about this building made it stand out except for its height. Since this was Kodak territory, she would be shocked if this hotel was anything above three stars in quality. She hefted the briefcase and walked into the hotel through the front doors.

As she got inside, she spotted the giant walls that blocked any view of the lobby, except for a small gap right down the middle where the security checkpoint was. Angie walked with a confident stride befitting of an upper echelon within a company, or basically how she usually walked.

The Kodak guards that looked at her didn’t seem impressed.

“ID please,” one guard said.

Angie reached into her pocket and grabbed her ID card, handing it over to the guard. The Kodak guard swiped it from her hand and glanced down at the card. He looked up at Angie, then down at the card, then back at Angie.

“Helen Crunch? Of Cresh manufacturing?” he asked.

Angie flashed him winning smile and a wink. “That’s me alright.”

The guard still maintained his stone face as he stared at her for a few seconds. He then pointed his finger off to the side. “Set down your briefcase and step over there. You’ll both be checked out.”

“Just don’t get too curious,” Angie said.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw another guard with a handheld device running it along the length of the case, presumably a metal detector. As for her, she felt the sudden grip of strong hands grab her by the waist, forcing her off to the right.

“Hold still and stretch your arms to the sides,” the guard said.

During this security check, Angie begrudgingly waited through getting her arms, legs and everywhere else thoroughly inspected by the guard. In her opinion, she thought the guard seems a bit too handsy when he reached her lower half. But since she was in Kodak territory, she assumed that any sort of etiquette was thrown out the window. Kodak-Cresh and the land they owned were nothing but barbaric savages compared to the likes of the Alpha Corp.

The guard was crouched and still frisking her ankles and Angie grew tired of this shit. “Can we hurry this along? I got a meeting with the heads at Kodak about our upcoming new models we’ll be shipping.”

The guard checking her ankles didn’t respond and kept going without pause.

Angie looked down and decided to start throwing her weight. “Hey fuckface, I’m talking to you.”

The guard finished up his frisking and and got up. He looked back at the other guard who checked Angie’s ID and gave him a thumbs up.

“Cool your jets, hun,” the other guard said. “You’re clear. Now head inside.”

“It’s about fucking time,” she said. “If I’m late to this meeting, I’ll make sure you and your buddy over here switch your careers to scrubbing my office floor. Got it?”

Neither of the Kodak guards flinched at her threat. The guard stared at her blankly and just gave her a dismissive wave. Even with the nonchalant reaction, Angie was giddy inside. There weren’t too many instances of her time being an Alpha agent where she could get away with talking shit to someone’s face.

She picked up her briefcase off the ground and began walking through the narrow gap and into the lobby of the hotel. She spotted the front desk and walked past a lineup of other clients. Already she noticed the others staring daggers at her and some more subtle but still revealing sideways glances from the women.

Angie walked up to the counter and slammed down her hand on the surface. “Helen Crunch, Cresh manufacturing. I have reservations.”

“Hey,” one of the men in line said. “You can’t just cut in front of us. Get in line!”

Angie gave the man side eye before dropping her briefcase onto the ground with a loud thud. She turned and stared at the man directly in his eyes. “I work directly with Kodak-Cresh and I help them supply weapons for their agents, buddy. As far as you’re concerned, I’m royalty to you. You’re lucky I’m not asking you to get on your hands and knees and kiss my high heels.”

One of the overworked receptionists who had her back turned looked over her shoulder then her eyes widened. She immediately turned around and she rushed over to Angie.

“Ah yes, Ms Crunch,” the receptionist said. She looked down at the counter from her side and picked up a keycard. “This should be your keycard. Your suit is number 5013.”

Angie grabbed the keycard and gave the receptionist a smirk, then gave another petty sideways glance at the man who heckled her earlier. “Thank you.”

Just to be extra petty, she picked up her briefcase and barreled her way through the lineup of clients, shoving one lady in the back and hitting another client with her briefcase. “Oh so sorry about that. Royalty has no patience after all. There’s always places for me to be at any given time. I hope you can all understand.”

She turned and kept walking, not bothering to check out the reactions of the other clients. She walked up a few steps onto an elaborate indoor pools flanking both sides of a walkway that led to the elevators at the other side. Angie merely glanced at the surprisingly aesthetic design and atmosphere of this section of the lobby before simply walking through it all down the middle walkway. At the end of the indoor ponds, she glanced at a trio of Kodak agents laughing obnoxiously.

She stood in front of an elevator and pressed a button. After another few seconds of waiting, the doors finally opened and Angie saw a couple making out and not stepping out. She raised an eyebrow.

“You two, get the fuck out. I have a meeting to get to,” Angie said. She then looked at the woman in disgust. “And as for you, I could kiss better than that when I was twelve. Now get out of my sight.”

The couple scurried out of the elevator and Angie stepped in. She set her briefcase down and leaned against the wall. The elevator doors began to close but an armored forearm forced its way through the gap and prevented the doors from closing. Angie recognized the armor and cringed at what was to come. The arm forced the elevator door to halt and both doors reopened. Angie narrowed her eyes and what she saw didn’t surprise her.

The same trio of Kodak agents stood outside the elevator and looked at her. The one who stuck his arm into the elevator grinned at her and said, “You look stressed babe. Mind if we join you? One of my boys can help you carry that case of yours.”

Angie met his gaze and weighed her options. She could tell them all to fuck off and move on with her day. Since she was an arms dealer, she assumed she could get away with some backtalk towards some lowly Kodak agents.

On the other hand, having someone carry her stuff for her and having some mildly attractive men eyeing her wouldn’t hurt.

“I suppose that would be nice of you,” she said. “Let’s go for a ride gentlemen.”

All three agents hurried into the elevator. Being so up close, Angie had some time to size up each of the three agents. Only one of them has the infamous spikes and razor blades jutting out of their armor, specifically around the shoulders and joints. This particular one was at least twenty centimeters taller than her. The other two were about her height and had the same standard bulky Kodak armor but without such additions.

In terms of appearance, none of them stood out to her. All three of them might as well have been brothers with their matching bloodshot eyes, pale skin and short-cropped dark hair. If they didn’t all look like wannabe vampires, Angie might have considered at least one of them for a night of fun.

“So honey, how much pain do you enjoy in bed?” one of them asked.

Angie narrowed her gaze at the agent. “Wouldn’t you like to know. How about you carry my briefcase to my room and maybe I’ll show you.”

The agent replied with a grin and the two others gave him props and affirmations. It was the most pathetic display of male bravado she had ever witnessed. Despite her annoyance of Li Phantom and Dan Orion’s reserved nature and her short amount of time knowing both, she would much rather have those two as company than these juvenile assholes.

Angie knew that she was pretty. Her strawberry blond hair, smooth skin and soft features made her look more like a model rather than a battle-hardened agent belonging to one of the three big shards. She had gotten her fair share of attention from men of all ages. One of the admittedly petty reasons why she chose to become an agent was to be a badass who would be more than capable of overpowering any creeps who tried to force themselves onto her.

She still remembered when she got jumped by a couple of guys when she was only fifteen and was only saved by an Alpha agent who happened to be nearby. Angie never wanted to experience that same sense of helplessness ever again.

It became clear to her that these assholes were too young or stupid to care that she was a business affiliate to the shard they worked for, and speaking in such a lewd manner to someone in her position was the fast track to a sudden career change. Angie already knew that the chances of these guys leaving her alone after she got to her hotel room were slim to none.

And so, all three of them had to die.

The rest of the elevator ride was mostly Angie pretending to ignore the three Kodak agents as they devoured her with their eyes. She curiously wondered how Li or Dan would handle this situation without the advantage of her femininity. Li would most likely misdirect them with a chase and killing all three stealthily while Dan would probably be brazen enough to challenge and win against all three in a straight-up brawl.

Once the elevator doors opened, one of the Kodak agents lifted her briefcase and her private escort followed her through the hallway until they reached the suite. She placed her keycard on the reader next to the door and unlocked the room.

She immediately began barking orders at the Kodak agents. She pointed at the couch first. “Alright, you can set the briefcase down there. All three of you, how about you be gentlemen and wait in the bedroom for me. I have to attend a meeting in a bit, but I can squeeze in some fun before then.” She looked back at all three and winked. Then she licked her lips, slowly sliding her tongue around in seductive fashion.

It had the desired effect as the agent set down the briefcase gently on the couch and he and his buddies all obediently walked into the small hallway and to the bedroom of the hotel suite.

While they waited for her, she had a different definition of fun waiting for them. She crouched down and released the latches on her briefcase. Popping up the lid, she saw her silenced pistol and another magazine kept snug in a contoured gap beside it. She briefly checked out the rest of the case’s content and smirked at the individual parts of the grenade and rocket launcher she had smuggled in for this mission.

This had to be a quiet takedown, or else she would attract too much attention and possibly screw up the whole mission. One hundred thousand credits were riding on this mission, as well as Michael Cynosa’s respect. If she fucked up, she would forever be known as the agent who failed Michael and probably would never get another high-profile mission like this ever again.

Angie grabbed her silenced pistol and the separate magazine. She loaded the magazine and stood up. She methodically stepped through the hallway and kept each of her footsteps as slow and deliberate as possible. She gripped her silenced pistol with both hands.

PX300 Silenced pistol

Manufacturer: Emissary Armories

10 round magazine

10mm tungsten-tipped rounds

Description: The perfect weapon for quiet kills. Using an innovative manufacturing process of implementing trace amounts of tungsten into the typical 9mm casing, these silenced rounds have light armor piercing capabilities without increasing noise output. Can penetrate basic armor of low-level agents. Like with all silenced weapons, headshots are the quickest way to kill an enemy.

Anytime before Angie became an agent, she could never imagine herself in this position and maintaining her composure. But she was an Alpha agent and she had a job to do. Dan, Li and especially Michael were counting on her.

Angie reached the end of the hall and pressed her back against the wall. She leaned out slightly to see the positions of all three of the Kodak agents. One of them sat on the bed with his back turned to her. The other two stood in front of him conversing about all the gross things they wanted to do to her.

The moment she leaned out with her silenced pistol raised, the agent with the spikes looked up and his face transitioned from lustful anticipation to shock as a silenced round penetrated the skull of his comrade on the bed.

Angie popped off another shot at the other agent standing beside the spikey one. The round shredded through the neck of the agent and he fell to his knees and slumped onto the side of the bed. The gasps and wheezing stopped after a few seconds.

The last agent was already on his feet and Angie missed her third shot.

Angie didn’t have to pull up any stats to know that she was now at a disadvantage. She pulled the trigger and fired another two rounds, both times the Kodak agent sidestepped her shots, anticipating her trigger pulls.

“You’re gonna die bitch!” the agent yelled as he charged her.

In this instance, the Kodak agent’s bigger stature would be his downfall. Angie smirked as she crouched down. As the agent charged and got right in front of her, ready for a tackle, Angie put all of her efforts into her arms as she grabbed the ankles of her enemy and stood up just in time for the agent to be hoisted off the ground and tumble through the hall.

Angie picked up her silenced pistol and pointed it at the Kodak agent on the ground. She fired off a few rounds into the back of the agent and then one final round to the head, killing him. The agent slumped back down to the ground and didn’t move. Angie’s HUD popped up with a message.

Three enemy agents killed in quick succession!

Bonus experience rewarded.

“Well, I wasn’t lying when I promised you guys fun,” Angie taunted. While she got rid of her immediate threats, now she had to clean up and hide the bodies. “This is gonna suck.”