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derelictlovefool · 3 years ago

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The Angels Right Hand

Summary: Anya Cherkov, former herbologist now member of the Project at Eden's Gate, finds the Herald of the Henbane River tasking her with a peculiar mission.

Warning(s): Canon–typical violence

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The sun was heavy in the sky, heat waves settling over the County uncomfortably. Even the animals were feeling lethargic, but most found refuge in the river and under the shade of trees, many residents of Hope County meanwhile were left to fan themselves with anything in reach and shedding as much clothing as possible. Some members of the project were faring better in the bunkers, cool air from the fans helping them survive the heat. Anya was one of the lucky few to be in her bunker, working on something for the Herald of the Henbane River dutifully.

Still, being slightly more sensitive to the weather than her American counterparts she had removed her jean vest jacket and exchanged her boots for a pair of sneakers. It was a minimal change but enough to help her feel cooler and was definitely helping her productivity. Which was important seeing as Faith was due to visit in no less than an hour, a fact that would have thrilled other cult members but was more an Inconvenience for the former herbologist.

Visits from any of the heralds or leader himself was never anything but an interruption to Anya's work, it also opened her up to a world of pain if they were to ever catch wind of her ulterior motives. It was obvious from the start she didn't believe in Joseph's prophecy, they still allowed her in because they needed her for her expertise. But her lack of blind allegiance made her a threat so of course they kept a close eye on her, making sure she was achieving the goals they needed her too for the project.

Her original help with bliss creation had of course allowed some alleviation on the monitoring but not by much. The Seeds weren't stupid but neither was she. She kept any of her 'side project's' at her home, which was guarded by angels at all hours. She didn't want any of the other project members near her home despite Faith offering, she didn't trust them not to snoop. Rightfully so as she'd caught one too many VIP's in her conservatory looking into things they shouldn't have been.

It wasn't often she was at her home nowadays, mainly only there to refill her cats automatic feeders and water dispensers, with the reaping having been kicked off by the reckless deputy now roaming around wreaking havoc. Dean Sinclaire was an enigma; when she'd first met him, far before the Seeds arrived, she thought he had a boyish charm and came across as harmless. She had severely underestimated him, seeing as he was now a one man army taking over cult outposts by the dozens. It made her feel hopeful in an odd way.

Whilst she agreed willingly to work for the Seeds, being a part of a cult was never in her career plan and if the raging brunette could bring an end to this whole thing she wouldn't complain. Of course she didn't let her feelings on that be known, she was already in hot water due to 'struggling to follow project rules'. The words carved into her lower back still stung and were a harsh reminder of her place in the project. She wasn't as important as the Heralds but was higher than VIP's and chosen.

She was still just an asset. Something the Seeds could get rid of as soon as she stopped being useful. While she sometimes bent the rules she tried to never do anything that would push it over the line. She was luckier than those who partook in said rule breaking with her, most met much harsher punishments. A part of her felt guilty for that fact but she didn't have much time for sympathy anymore. She couldn't really remember a time she did.

Shaking her head in an attempt to rid the thoughts from her head she grabs two vials and moves them to a different desk, writing down her test results on one of the many clipboards she had. Bliss was a complicated drug, even after seeing everything that went into it and helping create it. While it was considered perfected, Faith was never against finding new ways to use it; this task fell unto Anya while Faith was busy with all the duties of a Herald.

Anya snorted lightly at that, feeling that Faith frolicking around her conservatories and drugging people wasn't much of a duty as much as playtime for her. If it kept her off of Anya's back for a period of time she wouldn't really complain however. Setting her pen and clipboard down Anya turned, resting her index finger on her top lip and observing the paperwork sprawled messily across her desk. Anyone who looked at her workstation would think a tornado hit, on the outside it was a disorganised mess but she had everything exactly where she wanted it.

She had everyone exactly where she wanted them as well.

The door to her left opens and the familiar smell of a river bank and lavender wafts into the room. Anya barely moves to acknowledge the woman entering, violet eyes glancing to meet Faith's blue ones before moving back to her work. Faith glides into the room, graceful as ever, one hand sliding over the metal of one of the desks as she looks over the paperwork and vials with an unreadable expression.

"You're early,"

Anya says shortly, moving to keep herself a fair distance from the Herald and walking to one of the corners of the room, opening the safe holding the week's reports. While Anya had made herself immune to the bliss she was still on guard around her superiors, they could all be unpredictable in their own ways and she didn't want to be on the receiving end of a negative reaction. Faith's tantrums were relatively tame compared to John's but still not something Anya enjoyed being around for.

Faith hums at her words, picking up one of the vials and swirling it with a loose wrist, seeming almost bored as she inspected the toxic green liquid.

"The deputy burned down one of our conservatories this morning, there wasn't much for me to check on."

Anya turned with the report in hand, she wasn't very surprised, if anything it was expected. The deputy had been in the Henbane for a week, if anything she was surprised he'd waited this long. Without any comment on what Faith had said Anya held out the report, the woman looking down at the paperwork with disdain. She took it, making eye contact with Anya and holding her attention as she wrapped her nimble hands around the vanilla folder. Anya held steady, gaze unwavering as the report left her hand.

Faith smiled, it was deceptively sweet yet full of malice Anya could see clear as day. She'd gotten accustomed to reading the Herald she worked under, just another thing she had to do to survive. She didn't doubt Faith was starting to read her right back, despite herself she still had her own physical quirks that would betray her in certain situations. If she ever got into hot water she knew it would be better to run than try to bluff her way out of it, especially with the woman prancing around her lab like it was a play pen.

"I have something I need you to do, Anya—I'm assuming you're not busy," Faith hums, making her way to the door slowly, taking her time and being purposeful with her delicate steps. Anya sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, earning an amused look from Faith as she nods her head. She was in the middle of something but Faith's words sent a clear message that work was over for now and she wasn't allowed to argue.

"What is it?"

"I need you to go get Sharky Boshaw for me,"

Anya stilled, ivory brows burrowing as she looked at Faith in utter confusion. She'd heard the name before, a pyromaniac that liked to dance on the wrong side of the law, not in any harmful or meaningful way really. Anya couldn't figure out what Faith would need him for, his family weren't really prime candidates for the project after all. Faith, noticing the look on the older woman's face and questions swirling in her eyes, opened the file in her hand lazily and turned back to face her.

"He's been running around with the deputy, it seems like they're very close. They're also very pigheaded and they're not playing by the rules," Faith frowns, "we need to fix that." Faith's eyes stayed on the page of the report she was skimming over half heartedly, Anya feeling her lip twitch at the sudden uncomfort brought on by the Heralds tone. No amount of bliss could veil the anger and frustration bubbling under Faith's composed visage and it unsettled Anya if she was honest. Faith was most dangerous when pushed to her limit and the deputy was definitely dancing dangerously over the line of what she would tolerate.

Anya also wasn't usually one to go on these types of 'excursions'. Sure, luring and kidnapping Boshaw would probably be easier than luring a pig, but it's not how she wanted to spend her evening. Especially not in this heat.

"How would you like me to do that exactly?" Anya asks, grabbing her vest and shrugging it over her shoulders. She had a few ideas herself of course but she wasn't sure she wanted to get on the deputy's bad side by roughing up his best friend. Faith closed the file and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a pondering expression on her face as she looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out," she shrugs lightly, "just make sure he's alive and able to speak, everything else is up to you," Faith smiles and as sinister as it is Anya must acknowledge it's also breathtaking. She never failed to understand how easy it was for her to deceive people, with eyes and a smile like that it was only natural. Maybe that's why Joseph picked her. Anya would have definitely fallen for it had she been more naive.

Anya is also not surprised Faith wouldn't bother having a plan on how she wanted Boshaw captured, the Herald swivelled carelessly and exited the room as gracefully as she entered. Anya purses her lips and stays in her spot for a moment, she hated having to run around and roll over like an obedient dog whenever the Seeds needed it but she figured it could be worse. She could have been made into an Angel. Or be part of the resistance and be hunted for sport.

With one last sigh Anya heads out the door, within minutes she's out of her bunker and in her car. Unlike most of the project she preferred to be more inconspicuous, choosing to keep her black Volkswagon Amarok instead of trading it in for the obnoxious white vans with the project's symbol on them. It had served her well during her time in America and she wasn't about to let it go now. It also saved her from getting shot down by the resistance.

The drive to her home is thankfully short, it was very convenient for her that her home, bunker and conservatory happened to be in close proximity to each other. Turning the key and pulling it out of the ignition made the purr of the engine halt and Anya hops out of her Volkswagen with ease, easily weaving through the stray angels wandering the grounds around her home mindlessly. She pulls her keys from her pocket and unlocks the door swiftly, moving inside and locking the door behind her for extra measure.

Her mind was already running through ideas on how to capture the pyromaniac, if she recalled he had a cousin but wasn't sure how close they were. She could put a trap at the trailer park he lived in, wait for him and bliss him. It would be pretty simple, from what she could tell he wasn't that observant, sprinkle a few angels around and he'd be distracted enough for her to pull it off without a hitch. Well, that was if he was alone. If the deputy was with him that would be a whole other ball game.

Anya hadn't seen the deputy since before she joined Eden's Gate, she wondered if he remembered her. Not that it would make much of a difference if he did or not. After this his opinion of her would be more than sour and her position in the project would no longer be as under wraps. Anya almost wondered if that was part of Faith's goal, to force Anya to fully invest herself into the project by making sure the resistance knew her face, knew her part in turning their lives upside down.

Anya made quick work of changing her shoes and grabbing her gun, full of bliss bullets, and her hunting knife just in case. She had to step around and over her two cats the entire time, the two meowing and rubbing themselves against her legs as she gathered her things. She also grabbed one of her own creations, still in the experimental stages, a bliss grenade. Instead of smoke it was filled with bliss, she hadn't tested it out yet but she was ninety five percent sure it would work. And if it didn't then it probably wouldn't be lethal. Probably.

On her way back to her small living room she picked up her radio, considering Faith asked her directly to do this she assumed she shouldn't bring many other members of the project into it. The Angels would be fine, they couldn't go around telling people about it after all. She decided to take the radio anyway, at least to let Faith know ahead of time when she had Boshaw or call for backup if the deputy was indeed there.

Exiting her home, making sure her cats didn't get out, she paused and looked over the angels meandering and pondered acquiring some of them for her task. It would be easier to shove a few of them in the back of her car than have to herd Angels near the trailer park. So she did just that, herding three of them into the back of her car with some difficulty, before sliding back into the driver's seat. The heat was most definitely worse now that she was outside and she was thankful for the breeze while she was driving.

Thankfully, seeing as her home was near Angel's peak, it didn't take her long to get to the trailer park. After parking under sufficient cover and getting the Angels out of her car she took her time to scope the place. It was empty, the only sign of Boshaw having been there being scorch marks and beer cans. Anya wandered into a few of the trailers before she found the one she could only assume was his, she smirked at the porn magazines that were very poorly hidden but quickly scrunched up her face in disgust at the sight of dirty underwear.

"Disgusting," she muttered, making sure not to step on anything hazardous as she looked for anything useful. She took note of a few polaroids and some items that looked too clean and kept to be Boshaws, she assumed they were the deputies. She had no idea why the deputy would subject himself to such a pigsty but she really didn't care in the end.

Stepping out again and breathing in the fresher air deeply Anya put her plan into action. She manoeuvred the Angels like mannequins around the trailer park, places they could be spotted but not easily taken out from a distance. The deputy had a keen eye and sniping seemed to be a specialty so she'd rather avoid him knocking off her distractions if he showed up.

She also grabbed some wire from around the messy trailer park, cutting it and tying it to create unnoticeable trip wires. The Angels could obviously potentially trip over them but by then if they were chasing Boshaw it wouldn't really matter. Humming Anya stood next to the decrepit yellow bus, looking over her work and pondering if Boshaw was smart enough to warrant anything else. She figured if he managed to avoid both the trip wires and Angels she could still just shoot him with a bliss bullet and be done with it.

Part of her wished she had a watch to see how long this had taken already, the sun hadn't moved much in the Sky and the weather was stagnant so it gave no indication. She also dreaded how long it would be until Boshaw arrived, she did not want to be waiting around the entire day for the pyromaniac. But alas, that was exactly what was going to happen.

After setting up camp up the hill, allowing herself a clear view of the entire trailer park Anya began her wait. And she waited. And waited. The sun had time to shift and the sky had time to flood with purples and pinks. It was ridiculous, but if anything at least the heat died down. Anya groaned into her hands, feeling the need to hit her head repeatedly into the tree she was sat under. So much time had gone by, she could have been working on so many other, important, things.

What could capturing Boshaw possibly achieve other than kissing off the deputy— Oh. Suddenly it clicked. This wasn't about Sharky Boshaw at all, it was about the deputy. That, that made more sense. Of course, if Faith had Sharky the deputy would come running to save him and then the Herald of The Henbane River could have a one on one with the man. Anya still wondered why she didn't just send someone to bliss the deputy and bring him to her personally, maybe she wanted to see how far the deputy was willing to go for a friend.

Though with the deputy's colleagues still trapped with John and Jacob, Anya wondered how proactive he would really be about it.

Whistling interrupts Anya's train of thought and her head perks up, her violet eyes scan the trailer park as she shifts into a crouched position. Sure enough a familiar green hoodie comes into view and Anya smiles in relief, finally she could get this over and done with. The pyromaniac was stumbling unceremoniously as he whistled a slurred tune and Anya was delighted to note he was utterly inebriated, that would make this much easier. Or much more dangerous considering the flame thrower latched to his back.

A drunk man with access to fire was always more worrisome than a sober one. Not thinking about that too hard though Anya waited a moment to see if anyone would follow. A specific someone really who luckily was nowhere to be seen. As Anya stands, Sharky trips over one of her trip wires, yelling in surprise and alerting the Angels to him. They're on him in seconds and the man helps at the sight of them, flailing to at least raise himself to his knees and grab his flame thrower.

Anya wanders down the hill at a leisurely pace, hearing the Angels groans and shouts mixed in with the pyros as she avoids any of the trash on the ground. She heard the sound of flames and the Angels screaming but paid little attention to it. She pulls her gun from her waistband and steps into the trailer park, she holds it up steady and aims it on Sharky as she comes up behind him. He pants and falls back onto his ass as the Angels squirm on the ground, co aimed by the flames.

Anya doesn't give him much time to recover, shooting him at the base of his neck with a Bliss bullet. He lets out another shout and as he flops onto his side, head struggling to stay up and get a look at his attacker Anya stands over him with a smile.

"Nighty night," she hums, waving her gun tauntingly before the pyro's head hits the dirt. That was easier than even she'd first thought. Now she was left with an unconscious body to move, perhaps she should have considered that beforehand. She wasn't a weak woman, she could hold her own, but after a testing tug with her arms wrapped under his armpits she decided dragging him into her car would be more than a challenge. Huffing in annoyance she pulled out her radio, switching a private channel.

"Dallas when you're not busy playing with your dogs could you come to moonflower trailer park. I need your muscle,"

She spoke into the radio with a dull tone, not happy she had to call in help in the end. Simon Dallas was a reliable man, even though he was one of Jacob's hunters he wasn't an idiot like the rest of them. Even if he was dumb enough to believe Joseph and was passionate about his religious jargon, Anya could usually tune it out. She lazily walked around the unconscious man and held the radio up, stopping when it buzzed to life.

"A please and thank you would be appreciated,"

Anya purses her lips as the man's deep southern drawl crackles through the radio. She rolled her eyes and taps the radio to her forehead for a moment. She considers just giving dragging Boshaw into her car a good old try but she had no idea if or when the deputy would show up to see his friend and she didn't have time to be proud.

"Please, get your ass over here, thank you," Anya huffs into the radio, turning and looking down at the unconscious pyro like he was the cause of her strife. Technically he was. She could just hear Dallas laughing from across the County and it made her regret her choice for a moment, he was known for his speed and efficiency however and she needed that right now. While she waited she trekked back to her car and drove it into the trailer park, making sure it obstructed the view of the man from the entrance just in case any of his friends did arrive.

She sat in the driver's seat with her arms crossed, glancing out the window down at Boshaw every now and then. Sighing she let herself slide further down her seat, closing her eyes and bouncing her left leg impatiently. She swore Dallas was being slow on purpose just to spite her personally. She wouldn't put it past him to be that petty.

A knuckle knocking on the passenger side window makes Anya jump lightly, turning and glaring at the grinning face looking back at her. Dallas' dark brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight, his dark skin almost sparkling with the sweat dripping from his brow, and the grin on his face was infuriating to look at. She opened her door and stepped out, meeting Dallas at the hood of the car. The man whistles at the sight of Sharky, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a thick brow at Anya in question.

"I need him, in there." She points down at the pyro and then to her car, stepping back and looking out at the tree line. Dallas chuckles at her short attitude, and steps over to the unconscious man. He gets him up over his shoulder with ease and Anya holds the door open to the backseat, watching as Dallas tosses him in less than gently. He would feel that when he woke up for sure.

"Gonna tell me what this is about?"

"If I tell you, will you run off and tell your boyfriend?"

Dallas smirks as Anya closes the door with more force than necessary, shooting him a scrutinising look as she did. He holds his hand up and uses the other to cross his heart, he holds a serious expression for a moment but it quickly dissolves into a playful smile. Anya allows a small smile at his antics, for only a moment, she figured it couldn't hurt to tell him. She wouldn't consider him a friend but he was the closest she had to it and he hadn't done her wrong yet.

"Faith wants him for something and she asked me to get him, simple,"

"Simple," Simon parrots, watching as she opens the driver side door.

"Simple." She says in a final tone, slipping into her seat. She goes to close the door but Simon gets in the way, one hand on the door frame as a thoughtful look sweeps over his face.

"Probably about the heretic, don't you think?" He hums, meeting her annoyed gaze with a curious one. She rolls her eyes and drops her hand to her lap.

"You call many people heretic, to be more specific," She groans, and Simon shakes his head, straightening his posture. It's as if a whole new person takes over him, anger in his eyes as his fist clench against the doorframe.

"The deputy! He's been burying himself within the other heathen's filth and bringing hell upon the project," He says animatedly, pushing off the door and gesturing with his hands, Any rubs her eyes tiredly. She needed a break. A long break, maybe a hot bath, with bubbles.

"Please, spare me another rant," She pleads, head hitting the head rest as she leans over to once again attempt to close the door. Simon helps her close the door and rests his hand on the door, still lost in his own head but luckily he was self aware enough to stop his ranting.

"Well I'm just saying, if I know sister Faith she'll probably be planning something to stop him," He says and Anya shrugs. If anything the deputy's recent activity said it would take a lot more than they had to stop him.

"I doubt it'll stop him, if anything it'll light him like a firework and he'll be pointed at us instead of the sky," Anya says, pulling on her seatbelt. Simon makes a small noise of acknowledgement before pushing himself off of the door. He walks around the front of the car and as Anya puts the key in the ignition he opens up the passenger side door. Anya stares at him as he hopes into the car and buckles himself up. He meets her gaze and stares back expectantly.

"What are you doing?"

She asks bluntly. He doesn't answer for a moment, holding his hands out like this answer was obvious before he turned and got comfortable in his seat.

"I came all this way to help you out, the least you could do is drop me off," He says, crossing her arms over his chest and throwing another smile in her direction. She stared back at him blankly before signing and turning the key in the ignition. Dallas' smile turned to one of victory as Anya took hold of the wheel.

"Where?"

"I was headed back to the veteran centre,"

"I'll leave you at the bridge,"

"I'll take it,"

After dropping off the annoyance in human form Anya made her way back to her bunker. She figured she'd stop there as it'd be safer than pulling over on the side of the road, then she could radio Faith and find out where the Herald wanted her to actually take Boshaw. She was hoping the deputy wouldn't catch wind of this operation until Boshaw had been handed, she really didn't need that kind of hassle right now.

Pulling off under the cover of trees Anya got out of her car and locked it before walking over to the small wooden shack situated a few feet from the door to her bunker. It didn't have much in it; a desk, a chair, paperwork scattered everywhere and posters pinned to the walls. Anya tears down the new wanted poster pinned next to the door as she walks inside. After scrunching it up and throwing it in the small waste bin she sits at the desk, leaning back in the chair and allowing herself a moment of quiet.

The sun was finally beginning to set and the temperature had begun to cool, streaks of yellow still stretch across the Sky but we're quickly being swallowed by the oncoming night. Anya readjust herself in the chair and pulls out her radio, letting out a breath as she prepares herself, making sure to switch channels once more.

"I've got him, what do I do with him?"

Silence.

Anya impatiently bounces her leg, staring the radio down and getting more irked as time ticked by. Typical. The Seeds always had to leave people waiting on them, having to let them fester in the silence while their minds ran wild. Faith knew the deputy was a threat but was more than happy to let Anya be in danger. Why would she ever expect anything else.

"Bring him to my bunker, my priestesses will be there to take him so you can get right back to your work,"

Faith's voice dances through the static of the radio much like how she danced through the bliss. Anya doesn't fail to hear the tone in her voice at her mention of Anya's work and her lip twitches at her annoyance. She kidnaps a man for a woman and she still finds a way to insult her, go figure. She doesn't reply, she was happy to do just as she was ordered. The faster she was away from Boshaw the faster she was out of the line of fire.

Once again she carries out the monotonous task of getting into her car and back on the road. She didn't hate driving but it wasn't her favourite activity, on many occasions she'd nearly fallen asleep at the wheel. Driving was as boring as a sermon for her, she could grit her teeth and see it to the end but she avoided them when she could.

She crosses over a bridge at a careless speed, hearing Sharky fall forward in his seat as the car bounced over small hitches in the wood. She paid it no mind and continued on, passing two members of the project dragging a civilian from his car.

Ignoring the small tug inside her at the sound of his screams she put her foot harder down on the gas, it wasn't her problem.

She arrives at Faith's bunker and just like the Herald said two of her priestesses stand by the gate waiting. They watch her drive up and walk up to her car as she parks, Anya directs them to the man in her backseat and sits idly as they both drag him out. It's almost an amusing sight to see them struggling to carry him back to the gate but Anya is tired and doesn't stay longer than she needs to. She makes her final drive home, free of Boshaw, free of Faith and free of any other distractions.

Once she's home she sinks to the floor in front of the door, allowing her cats to clamber all over her. Sasha, a black maine coon, flicks his tail in her face while his brother Lev, a white short hair, butts his head into her palm. She bundles them both up in her arms and peppers their fluffy heads with small, quick kisses. She cooes at them and makes sure to scratch them in their favourite spots as an apology for the false return earlier in the day. She releases them as her stomach growls and decides all three of them deserved a nice dinner.

She walks into her small industrial kitchen, getting out two cans of wet food before walking over to their automatic feeders. The dry food had already been dispensed and mostly eaten and she topped the bowls with the wet food. Petting her prince's as they dove into the bowls greedily. She smiled before standing again, she disposes of the empty cans and walks off to her room. As much as she didn't detest the clothing she wore for the project she preferred something more comfortable for while she was at home. And after the heat of the day she was desperately in need of a shower. Her bubble bath would have to wait for another time.

After ten minutes her shower is over and she gently towel dries her hair, leaving it mostly damp as she changes into a light tank top and sleep shorts. She yawns as she wanders back into the kitchen, her boys now curled up on one of their many beds. She smiles at the sight, glad she had one remaining piece of normality in her life, before she began to make herself a small dinner.

Nothing fancy, just a simple beef stroganoff to tide her over. She had wondered at first how she would keep her cupboards stocked during a cult takeover but John had taken most of the farmland in Hope County and had a hefty supply of fresh vegetables on hand which had agreed to give her access too after a few favours here in there. Nothing she cared to think about right now. She was just happy to be home, enjoying her meal and watching her cats sleep soundly.

It had been a while since she'd done this, cooked herself a meal and sat by the back porch door, looking up at the starry sky. Despite the Angels in her backyard reminding her exactly where and when she was, she allowed herself to indulge in memories of simpler times. Times where she'd sit by the window with her brothers, stuffing their faces with pastries and sharing stories with vigour.

She smiled gently at the memory, but it faded as soon as it came. That was the past, and her present was less than what she'd imagined. But she was working with it better than expected, she was surviving. always surviving. And sometimes doing odd errands for Faith Seed. She stopped herself before she could think over the day, distracting herself with the task of washing her now empty bowl. Whatever was going on now or tomorrow involving what she'd done was out of her hands now and she didn't have to waste any more energy over it.

Still, even as she crawled into her bed and buried herself under the covers she wondered if the outcome would be what Faith was wanting or if it would blow up in her face entirely. She supposed she'd have to wait and see.

#Far Cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #Anya Cherkov Tag #Simon Dallas Tag #Deputy Dean Tag #Series: From Eden #Oneshot Tag #{and thus she arrives. as well as Simon as a treat. they're besties trust me Anya is an unreliable narrator}#{someone needs to get this woman a chauffeur with how much driving she be doing}

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