Carli is really fucked up. And knows it. And doesn't care...which does bother her, a bit. But I'm at the point just after she's butchered another man...and she's only sorry about it because he wouldn't get it up for her. As in, an erection. Which would make sense. He's staked out in the desert, spread eagle, naked, and she's playing with a straight-edge razor blade. Also naked. After she's killed another man in the same way, that he knows of.
Did I mention this is getting to be a bit kinky, too?
Still...the snarky aspect of the tone keeps popping in, so I wonder just how black and bleak I can make this and still treat it humorously? Oops...there goes a head rolling down the arroyo. Dammit. Now I have to go get it.
My two leads are still fighting for control of the story, and I'm letting them. I learned a long time ago not to get into a domestic quarrel. Neither one of them will appreciate you butting your nose in, and it will achieve nothing but make the fight go on longer.
A subthread that seems to be building in this story is the idea that sex is just sex, doesn't matter who you have it with. Carli even remembers being in Afghanistan with a Ranger unit as a covert sniper, and convincing the other guys they can get sexual relief from each other as well as from a woman. Even in a three way with her...when she wants to.
In fact, the reason Carli leaves the Army is because a Second Lieutenant decides she's going to be his partner, one night, and she breaks his nose. She's a grunt; that is not allowed. So she's given the option to take a general discharge or face a courts martial, and the does the former.
And now, with the help of her baby brother, who's a computer whiz, she's become Samael, the fallen angel of death.
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