Alright, so this is part of one of my stories, there's a gang led by a girl called Echidna, everyone has the name of something or someone from greek myth. Their objective is to bring down the government and it's set in south U.K.
Here's the intro:
The year 2086 brought World War III, known as the war of the future. It was significant in military technological advancement, bringing about the first use of a missile launched from a satellite. After the war ended, Egypt had expanded its borders across eight other countries, and Dubai across eleven. World War III ended in 2090, and the anti-missile system was adopted by nearly every country on the planet. A few decades passed, and WWIV began in 2133 with China, Russia, and eight bordering countries taking over most of Asia and Europe by. The Americas were able to fight them off until all sides had exhausted their resources. This story is set in the remnant of southern England, which was bombed repeatedly in 2166, and was assumed uninhabitable by the outside world. There were, however, undetected survivors living in this “dead zone…”
(BTW Winchester is like a Grand Bazar, and Portsmouth is mostly rubble, with nothing but skeletons of buildings)
Echo strolled down the hill, a smile across his face. His go-to place for celebrating was always the heart of Winchester.
Cassandra hummed softly to herself, leaning against a large piece of rubble, occasionally taking a drag from her cigarette.
Echo locked eyes with her, grin still wide, and whistled as he strode towards her.
"Ah, you must be the new girl." He pulled a rusted old pocket watch out of his back pocket, examining it like he'd never seen it before. "I've heard plenty good, plenty bad about you. But hey," Echo looked up and met Cassandra's eyes, he seemed…unaware, almost dazed. "No one can be an all-around hero, right?"
She nodded, bowling out a long cloud of smoke. "Could say the same about you- Echo, was it?" She said, shrugging slightly. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her long coat, fingering the small dagger she carried. A few thin pieces of her auburn hair fell out of her updo, framing her face. "Now, what did you want?"
((Just for reference, she's rocking a 50's teddy girl look https://pin.it/2rxekibqvjy2xs))
He swung his pocket watch in a rapid circle. "I've heard you were making trouble out in my town, so I'll give you two options: Quiet down, or pick it up." His smile came back before she realized it had faded. "C'mon, someone like you is exactly the kind of person we want for an important mission. No recruitment needed." He offered his hand, the unspoken question hanging in the air.
She shrugged, taking the hand. "Eh, why not?" She said, casually. "Not like I have much else I could do." She eyed the watch he was twirling. "MIghty rare object ya have on your hands there. Ain't afraid of someone taking it?" She asked, clutching the dagger's handle tighter. She could never let someone get their hands on it.
"It's had it's uses." As Echo pulled his hand away, he left a crumpled piece of paper in the girl's hand. "Meet me there," He turned and began to walk away, then stopped abruptly. "And watch yourself." The stranger added without turning around.
She nodded, smoothing out the paper. "Sure thing, Echo." She called after him, reading over the writing. She squinted slightly, nodding to herself before slipping the paper into her pocket. "Got a time?"
"Flip it over." He said as he vanished over the hill. on the back was a time and date, and a note that said eyes everywhere.
She dug it back out, taking a moment to memorize it. Still not knowing exactly what the last line meant, she tucked it away again, finishing her cigarette.
((Time skip??))
Echo sat underneath a flickering spotlight, the sun long since departed. He couldn't see anyone, but he knew that he doesn't get left alone during these.
Cassandra walked up, humming an extremely old song to herself. She had a feeling not to trust that they'd be alone, but still knew better than to try and bring one of her kids over. "Evenin'." She said, giving him a slight nod as she approached.
"Well, I was starting to worry you'd forgotten." He chuckled, his pocket watch swinging back and forth at his side.
"Apologies, shaking some of the kids was harder than expected." She said, stepping up next to him. "Now, what is our business here tonight?"
"We've got a deserter, he a pretty promising too." Echo's smile faded. "Best saboteur we had."
Echo examined the clock on his pocket watch and twisted the hands to midnight. a small blade popped out of the top. "I want him dead before the weekend."
She nodded, pulling the dagger from her pocket. "Who is he?" She asked, looking over the knife. The silver blade shined in the flickering light, the wooden grip visible because of her small hand. Just sharpened. "And how bad does he have it comin'?"
